The Knight and Princess of the Sun

The Astoran Knight, and Princess of the Moon sat in almost utter silence, as they waited for their meal. Occasionally, the silence would be broken by small bouts of smalltalk between the two, before the silence continued. Solaire gently rapped his calloused fingers against the rich crimson table cloth. His metallic iron armbands clanked lightly against the smooth, polished wood of the table. "So, fair Princess, why, perchance, dost thou slake thine thirst with sanguine blood and the cream of an orchid, and orbs fashioned from the meat of some bovine or hog?" his voice echoed around his helmet. Solaire rarely took off treasured helmet, for not only was it a symbol of his Sunlight Order, but it was, to him, a symbol of his identity. He, who offered such jolly cooperation to an Undead or two, if they just called upon him from this realm or that, with but the aid of his Summoning Sign, and he had given them a white Soapstone, so that they too could offer aid to a fellow Undead.

Luna giggled, her mirthful laughter like soft chimes being blown by a faint summer or spring breeze.Every so often, her curved, freshly brushed fangs would show. She smiled slightly, her mane flowing in an ethereal breeze. "Ah, that is an interesting question, thought not one we, or, I have heard just from you." She stretched, "You see, we equines are able to digest meat, though, in small portions, otherwise one would get a terrible stomach ache. There are those who take the path of a Lycan, and can thus swallow more meat, while my Threstrals, the bat like ponies you may have seen, they eat fish as their main source of meat." She stopped to let the Warrior of Sunlight process the information. When Solaire has gestured for her to continue, she took a sip of the water the staff had left for the duo, and cleared her throat. "As for the milkshake, vanilla is quite delicious, and the blood, I trust you have heard of vamponies?" She smiled, a twinkle in her eyes. Solaire scooted back in his seat, the wood scraping against the floor. In his service to Lord Gwyn, he had met many a vampire, both those that sought the destruction of mortal kind, and those that simply wished to live a peaceful life. A number of the night's children had, albeit begrungingly, joined the Warriors of Sunlight.

"A child of the night, tis' a Princess of the fair night, it fitteth thee well." Solaire chuckled lightly, for both thoughts fit in his head like freshly roasted meat and a pottle of good wine. He cocked his head, the armor rubbing together, as the kitchen door opened. "Ah, yon cooks art bringing forth our hearty meal." The assistant chefs rolled twin steel carts, clattering slightly, with covered platters of silver laid upon the top tray. Already, the scent of the steak, streaked with freshly cracked peppercorn, finely cut by skilled hooves, garnished with parsley, the juices lathering the plate, alongside a mixture of rich hoofmade gravy, and a dollop of butter to finish it. The intoxicating smell of the meat tickled both the knight's belly, and his fair nostrils. Both he and Luna sat back in their chairs, as the chefs laid the platters before them. Steam rose from both the sweet meatballs of Luna's meal, and the tender steak, which has already been examined and elaborated on before, of Solaire's breakfast . The chefs bowed, and both Luna and Solaire nodded politely at the two, who then scampered off.

Solaire watched, lifting up his helmet a little to reveal his chin, fair and chiseled, alongside his pearly teeth. He glanced up at Luna, for in her dark blue magic lifted up her small dining knife, whereas her hooves held her silverware. He was puzzled for it seemed as if the fork and spoon seemed to stick to the hooves, and were used as deftly as if she had fingers, to eat her meal. Luna glanced up, her glimmering eyes meeting the black voids that served as the eyeholes of the fine helmet masking Solaire's noble Astoran face, and stormy grey eyes. "Let me guess, you're wondering how I'm holding utensils, even though I do not possess the digits you do, sir?" Solaire nodded silently, curious for knowledge. Many of his fellow Warriors of Sunlight had, in jest and japes, that his voracious hunger for knowledge rivaled, if not eclipsed that of the albino dragon Seath the Scaleless, betrayer of the Eternal Dragons of ancient times, when the gods fought against these immortal drakes, who had scales of hardest stone, which were peeled away by the spears of purest Sunlight wielded by Gwyn and his glorious Silver Knights, before they were scorched black, and thus became the haunting, imposing Black Knights.

"Yes, I would fain knowest how thou manipulates thine cutlery with no hands to hold them." Solaire said, popping a bit of steak, the savory gravy and juices running down his chin, which he quickly and gentlemanly wiped with a napkin.

Luna smiled, quietly chewing on a meatball, and swallowed. She set the fork, knife, and spoon back on the plate, white porcelain clacking against the silverware. "Hmm, how shall I explain this?" She tapped her chin. "You see, in each pony, alongside the other races, there are traces of innate magic. Everypony shows it in different ways, Earth Ponies, for instance, can grow fresher, healthier, and longer lived crops than even the most skilled Unicorn mage, and even still, there are a number of them who can use the old Earth Pony magics of geomancy and terramancy. Alongside this innate magic, the magic which the Maker has saturated the very land of Equis in, we can generate a sort of...magnetic field, so that we can manipulate items such as doorknobs." Princess Luna explained, using her fork once more to twirl a length of the delicious, buttery alfredo around her form, put the tip of a noddle in her mouth, and slurp into down.

Solaire nodded, he had heard of similar skills and feats being done by convicts who had their hands stricken off at the wrist for thievery. "I thank thee from the depths of mine own humble and knightly heart." he said, bowing his head slightly, in respect. "I too, thank thee for the fine repast thou has given me." His hand deftly pushed aside the empty plate, and used silverware. Not even a scrap of fat, nor a crumb had been left. Likewise, his glass of milk was as bare as a lake which had every drop sucked from it.

Luna shook a hoof, "Think little of it, it was rather pleasant to dine with such a gentlecolt, or, gentleman, as it were." She too, pushed her empty plate and glass away. The draw was lightly covered in the remnants of the blood and vanilla milkshake. The sound of a door opening and hooves clattering on the alabaster tiled floor, as kitchen staff quickly gathered the dining ware, and absconded with them back to the kitchen, Suddenly, Luna's eyes seemed to light up, as she tapped her chin. "Sir knight, art thou from a knightly order devoted to the sun?" At the short, simple answer of a "Yea" from the Astoran, Luna continued, clearing her throat. "I thought so, judging by the stylized suns on your cuirass and shield, Sir Solaire." An idea came to her, "Perhaps my sister Celestia might have some work for you."

Solaire stood up, gently sliding his chair back into place. He bowed in respect, "I thank thee, fair Princess of the Lunar Sphere, I shalt endeavor to find you radiant sibling to-day." He turned on his heel, and made his way out of the kitchen, the door closing behind him.

Luna chuckled, poofed in her hoofheld game system, and continued playing Ponysona 4: Golden.