Author's Note

This was a collaborative effort between myself and Wr3nch. By that I, of course, mean we were both drunk and popcorn writing. The first chapter was written later, but the second and third documents are as they were initially written.

The Overture

It was a beautiful night out, and a full moon illuminated all of Canterlot. A soft, sweet melody carried through the cool night air, lending the starlit balcony of Princess Luna's quarters an even more dignified air than they already possessed. Princess Luna herself was sitting out on the balcony, her eyes focused hazily on her canvas of the sky while letting the music take her away. It had been years since she was allowed such simple pleasures, and she relished each such moment with the greatest of importance.

To the right of Princess Luna stood the creator of said music. Octavia Melody, an up and coming cellist in Canterlot had been invited at the personal request of Princess Celestia to provide her sister with an evenings entertainment. The result, no doubt, of Octavia's stellar performance at the Gala a few weeks ago. Octavia felt as though her performance was one of the best of her life, and was not terribly surprised she had caught the ear of such distinguished royalty. Not to say she didn't squeal like a filly upon receiving the invitation.

As Octavia finished up her set, she set her bow aside and wordlessly began packing away her cello. Luna did not appear to respond, so with a bow Octavia began moving away from the pensive alicorn. A soft voice stopped her.

"Please, won't you sit with me a while longer?"

Octavia froze. Looking over to the princess, she saw her still facing away from Octavia, her starry mane flowing in an ethereal breeze. Once again she bowed, stating, "Of course, Princess.". She set her cello down gently against the wall just inside the room before trotting outside to take a seat next to the Princess.

"Truly, you are as talented as my sister says", Princess Luna stated with an air of finality, as though her word was an absolute truth. Octavia had heard much praise before given her status, but coming from the pony sitting next to her it made her blush slightly at the compliment.

"Thank you, Princess."

"Please, call me Luna.", Luna corrected her. She turned to smile at the smaller earth pony, and the stars themselves seemed to twinkle in her eyes.

The world quieted around them as their gazes met, and time seemed to stand still. They felt a connection with each other that resonated through their respective arts.

Luna snaked a wing around Octavia, brushing against her cutie mark and drawing a soft 'eep' from the cellist.

"Now, I believe my sister paid you for an evening's entertainment, yes? Well why don't you come inside and entertain me some more."