It was a dark and moody day. The princess had ordered the weather change on impulse as soon as she heard the Griffon Emperor was – once again – demanding an audience with her.
Princess Celestia wouldn’t have minded dealing with the egotistical nit, if it weren’t for a few circumstances. Today was the Twilight’s first anniversary of princess hood, and Celestia swore she would enjoy the party Pinkie Pie had organised. Last night also happened to be the date an irritating pair of nobles had decided to argue about who owned the bloody sky above their heads. After two solid hours of headaches the princess had to pass a new law decreeing that she was the sole owner of the sky during the day, and Luna during the night.
