Late Nights With Luna

Twilight moved her hoof in silence across the floor, and thought to herself.  She stood and walked over to the mirror, taking the rose gently out of her mane and twirling it around with her magic a few times, placing it back in her mane silently.

She wanted to get home before it got too late, so she gathered a few things and walked quietly out of the room.  Feeling foolish for looking so beautiful, she turned towards the shiny golden walls in the lift and used her magic to return her mane to its usual look, erase some of the blush, and curl her eyelashes back to their natural positions.

It was a fairly warm night outside, and Twilight tried to cheer herself up by looking at some of the nature as she walked out of town and began slowly down the path to the train station, but every time she looked at the trees, the skies, or the flowers, she always turned to look at the palace.

Eventually, it became unbearable to Twilight and she took off into a run down the pathway.  Ponyville was only an hour away as the whistle blew and the train coasted off.  Making sure that she was alone in the car, Twilight took her usual seat in the back of the car and cried softly the whole trip back to Ponyville.  Once the train stopped at Ponyville station, Twilight walked from the station straight back to the library, glancing up at the moon as she got to an open space in town.

Twilight unlocked the door with the key that she always took with her, and entered into the room.  Spike looked up from his book (a rare time when Twilight saw him reading), and his eyes widened.  “Twilight!  You… you look beautiful.” He complimented her simplicity from when she had defaulted herself in the hotel lift, blushing only after realizing what he had said. Twilight giggled and kissed him on the head and said in a lighter tone “Thanks Spike, I just decided to freshen my old self up while I was in Canterlot, you know... in hotel style,” Twilight laughed only partially joyfully.

“Hehe…” Spike looked away, he could always tell when something was wrong with Twilight, so he tried to cheer her up “No, really you always look beau…” Spike was cut off as he hiccupped a great ball of fire, making Twilight jump a couple of paces back.  “Geez.”  Spike complained as he picked up the parchment and read the seal “It’s for you Twilight.” He handed the letter over.

Expecting something from Rarity or of course Princess Celestia (who always used Spike as a means of messaging her) Twilight unrolled the paper and read to herself the quick but beautifully written words on the paper: “Meet me at your front door tonight.  Love, Luna”.