Life as a baby is awfully stressful, especially in times of… whatever this time is right now.

There is nothing to be seen. There is nothing to be done. There is simply nothing, and that in itself is stressful.

And cold. Right now, it is terribly cold, and cold is something that you don’t like.

You don’t like it a lot.

As such, as this cold is inescapable and your fate is becoming sealed, you cry.

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The world makes less and less sense everyday Princess Luna tries to learn more about it. The place she has been longing to return to for 1,000 years is less warm and familiar than it once was.

The Princess of the Night is flying around high above the city of Canterlot, inspecting. Everything is just so… different.

Even Canterlot, her home for centuries, looks completely different than it once did. It looks much bigger now. And modern.

The buildings are made of wood and steel nowadays, and are much larger. The streets are made of concrete, not individual stones and mud.

She has flown above the city every night since her return, only a few months ago, and every night she can’t believe her eyes. Her eyes frequently deceive her. She sees skyscrapers in the modern world with the huts and unstable wooden buildings that comprised Canterlot in its founding over 1,000 years ago. She can hardly tell what’s real and what’s in her head.

There’s always something new to see.

In one way, it’s exciting, not knowing what’s out there.

In another way, it’s depressing, and that is how she feels. The world has changed so much, and she missed all of it. Alone.

She spent 1,000 years looking at her land from thousands of miles away, unable to return. She watched the world advance 1,000 years, but did not witness a single thing. The world changed so much. She was close enough to see the world, but too far away to see anything happen.

It was so cold.

Life, it seems, appears to have stayed the same for her, in that regard. Sitting by the fire every night reading a book is lonelier now than it ever was. Standing in the heat of Celestia’s sun does not warm her.

Surely, she thinks, things will improve with time. But to adapt to 1,000 years will take a great deal of time. For all she knows, it may take another century or two before she even starts feeling like her old self.

Way down below, on the streets of Canterlot, ponies mingle, laughing, joking, and enjoying life.

She must inwardly confess that she is jealous. She knows the dangers of jealousy and tries, in vain, to stop the feeling, knowing the consequences of such a feeling all too well. There is no one for her to talk to, except her sister, but she’s hardly ever awake at the same time.

In truth, she doesn’t know what she’d talk with anyone anyway, even if she did have someone. Trying to hold a conversation is awkward for the old mare.

She knows no current events, no ponies, no books, and she barely understands how politics work nowadays. She doesn’t even recognize many foreign countries, as empires have risen and fallen while she was away.

But at least she has herself, and her beautiful night sky. At least that is unchanged.

She flies back towards the castle, her home, remarking on how even that has changed. It has gotten much bigger, ironically. When they were building it, Princess Luna wanted it to be a large spectacle, but Celestia insisted it remained small, or medium sized at most.

She wonders why it was, then, that her sister built such a palace.

Princess Luna approaches her own balcony, thinking of retiring for the evening to perhaps help her sister with her workload, when she hears a sharp disturbance.

She steadies her wings and listens intently… the noise appears to be coming from below her, and it sounds like… crying.

Somepony is clearly in need, and being the Guardian of the Night, Princess Luna dives down to discover the source of the noise.

The cry is high pitched and fast, implying that the noise is coming from a child, but why would a child be here at this time of night? Perhaps they are lost in the castle’s extensive garden? Princess Luna admits that she hasn’t yet figured the labyrinth out either.

The Night Princess sees two golden clad Royal Guards pulling something out of a tree. Is there a child in the tree?

Luna lands roughly behind the guards, causing them to snap to attention.

“What is going on here?” Princess Luna demands. “We heard a disturbance.”

“We heard it as well, Your Majesty,” one guard says. “We heard crying and came to investigate. We discovered a… uh… baby, we think, in this tree.”

“A baby in the tree?” Luna asks bemusedly. “What a strange occurrence. Sweep the area, make sure no one else is here.”

“Yes, ma’am,” one of the guards dashes off, calling for other guards to join.

The other guard brings Luna the baby, which is wrapped in a wool blanket, and it is still crying.

“I’m not sure what it is, Your Majesty,” the guard says.

“We are not certain either,” Luna admits, stumped by the odd looking thing held before her. She’s never seen a creature such as this, she believes. “It looks like a potato... Bring it inside and keep it warm, We will fetch our sister.”

The guard hurries inside while Luna flies up to and lands on her sister’s balcony. She knows Celestia keeps her door unlocked, so she simply walks into her bedroom.

The inside is an absolute mess, Luna thinks, disgusted. Empty pizza boxes and carryout bags lay strewn all across the floor, as if her sister has never heard of a trashcan before. The Princess of the Night cannot take a single step without crushing the remains of greasy food and styrofoam boxes. She feels disgusted to even be in the junkyard of a room.

On the bed, lying on top of the covers, is her sister who is renowned worldwide for her indescribable beauty.

Who, in this instance, looks like a fat slob. Her legs are spread eagle, not hiding her modesty in any regard. She still has a single golden shoe on her left foreleg, but the rest are bare. Her mouth hangs open, and she is drooling enough to drown a foal. She has a snot bubble which gets bigger as she exhales and smaller as she inhales. Her snoring could only be rivalled by that of a drunken troll.

And there’s half a piece of pizza on her forehead, pierced by her horn. What a ridiculous spectacle!

Luna knows that this is Celestia’s private area, and so probably feels safe in acting like the pig she always has been, but for her to have not improved her habits, and seemingly her self respect, is ludicrous!

Princess Luna nudges her sister's belly, surprised on how large and squishy it is. But, eating all this junk is bound to do that to a pony. A less informed pony may believe her elegant sister to be pregnant, but no, she’s just fat.

“Wake up, sister,” Luna demands, not rousing the white mare in any regard. “There is a situation that needs your attention... At once!” Luna smacks her cheek gently, waking her sister up with a sharp gasp and wide eyes, causing her to sit up.

“Damnit, Luna!” Celestia mumbles, groaning, wiping her mouth with the back of her foreleg. “What you want? It’s nighttime. You take care of it.”

Celestia flops back down onto the mattress and immediately resumes her snoring.

“Wake up!” Luna demands impatiently in her Royal Canterlot Voice.

“I’m awake! I’m awake!” Celestia sits up, rubbing at her eyes. “Gosh… What do you want?"

“I found a baby in the garden.”

“Neato.”

“I do not know what species it is, sister.”

“I don’t care.”

“Celestia!”

“Fine! Fine! I’ll take a look!” Not waiting any longer, Luna picks up her larger sister with her magic and sets her down on her hooves, all the while her sister groans a childlike “Noooo!” whilst floating through the air.[

Celestia is set down on her hooves before giving her sister a death glare, hating to be awoken at night. Night is meant for sleeping and assassinating, Celestia has always said. Perhaps Luna should indulge her...

That’s a joke, Luna thinks sternly to herself. It’s just meant as a joke. No assassinations on her sister, calm down.

“We love what you’ve done with the place,” Luna declares sarcastically. “The empty pizza boxes and trash go very well with the pizza attached to thine face.”

Celestia removes her piece of pizza from her horn before throwing it at Luna and trudging to the bathroom to refresh herself a little. Being a Princess is 90% appearances, 10% actually governing.

“Have you ever thought to clean your room yourself, sister?” Luna asks, kicking some of the trash around. “Cleansing the home cleanses one’s mind, as mother used to say.”

“That was just a trick to get us to clean so she didn’t have to,” Celestia replies, brushing her teeth. “She was excellent at getting us to do mundane activities as though they were the most important things in the world.”

“When you live a life as exciting as mother’s, I’m sure cleaning the house was the most important thing in the world.”

“Hmm,” Celestia spits. “How’d you manage to get into my room? The door’s locked. And I’m a light sleeper.”

Luna doubles over in laughter. “You jest, surely.”

“I certainly do not.”

“You are not a light sleeper! Judging one’s own talents accurately is tough to do, but what you just said could not be anymore removed from the truth. I walked through your unlocked balcony door and slapped you and you still did not awaken.”

“Well, maybe I didn’t tonight, but it’s my cheat day. I always sleep heavily with a full tummy.”

Luna looks about the room in disgusted astonishment. “You cannot seriously be implying that all of this food was consumed by you merely yesterday!”

“I’m not implying that, I’m directly stating it as fact,” Celestia says, brushing her mane out.

“There’s more food here than we have eaten in our entire childhood!”

“You, maybe. You were always a skinny, little thing.”

“And you were always a slob! No wonder your posterior has gotten so big.”

“Luna!” Celestia gasps.

“Do I speak falsely?”

Celestia groans to herself, angrily setting down her hairbrush and coming back into the room, glancing at her own backside, mentally telling herself that her butt is not big. It’s… fun sized, if anything. She is sure many stallions think of her butt as the perfect size!

“And why is it that you sleep so haphazardly? Your legs were thrown about so… sporadically! And without even a lock on your balcony door? What if a stallion snuck in here to such a display?! With your heavy snoring, they could make do with you however they so desired.”

Celestia heavily rolls her eyes. “Did you come get me for some kind of business, or did you just wake me up to call me a fatass, a slut, and a pig?”

Luna’s eyes widen in horror. “T-Tia!”

“What?”

“S-Such vulgar language! We would never call you a ‘fatass!’ What an outrageous term! We do not mean to doubt your virtue! You are not some kind of… prostitute! You are a Princess, and have always publicly held yourself to such a status! And… And… well, you are a pig.”

Celestia finally smiles, an odd sight considering the time of night, but welcoming nonetheless.

“Come, sister,” Celestia says. “Let’s do this… whatever we’re supposed to do.”

Princess Luna leads her sister down the stairs. They don’t know exactly where the baby is, but because it is still crying, they follow the noise.

“It’s awfully loud,” Celestia observes.

“We heard it while flying above the garden. It is quite a piercing sound. It was sitting in a tree when it was found, below Our balcony.”

“In a tree?” Celestia asks, and Luna nods. “How did that happen, I wonder?”

“We cannot even make a guess. There is no way this creature would have placed itself in such a scenario.”

“Have the area swept.”

“We are. We’ll see if anything was found.”

The Royal sisters walk into a large, well lit room, where several guards are, with one trying desperately to get the baby to calm down.

“We’ll take it from here,” Celestia announces, pushing her guards to the side and lifting the baby up to her face with her magic. In just a second, she knows what she’s looking at. “Good heavens!” she gasps, eyes widening.

“What is it, sister?”

“It’s a human!”

“A human?” Luna chuckles. “Sister, please, that is most impossible. Their species went extinct when we were merely foals!”

“I know, sister, but this is most definitely a human. How bizarre!”

“Surely your eyes or memory deceive you. This thing cannot be any more of a human than I. Perhaps it is some kind of sentient potato! Surely that is more plausible.”

“Luna, please, this is a human. And a boy, as it turns out.”

“How could that be possible?”

“Well sister, there are only two genders.”

“This is not a time for sarcasm! We did not mean it being a boy! We meant how could a human, whose species went extinct thousands of years ago, be found in our garden? We have said it before and say it again, this creature looks more like a red potato than a human being.”

“That is what human children looked like. It is a most strange occurrence. Hmm… I’ll leave you to it then.” Celestia pushes the baby into her sister’s chest and releases it before Luna hurriedly grabs it with her magic.

“Wh-Where do you think you are going?”

“Bed? It’s 3 in the morning, sister, I am tired. The night is your domain. I’m glad to have helped. Bye!”

“Our domain is not looking after extinct babies! What are We supposed to do with this thing? How do We make it stop crying?”

“That is entirely up to you. It would be useful to find out where it came from, if at all possible. Has the area been swept?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” a guard says. “But nothing has been found out of place, save the child. We are still searching.”

“Great. Perhaps the child was sent by the Gods.”

“Do not jest, sister!” Luna huffs, unsure of what to do. “We need instruction! Children are not Our specialty.”

“I do not jest, Luna. Stranger things have happened, especially in recent months. I will help you investigate this situation more tomorrow, but for now, I am going to bed. And I am locking my door this time!”

“Great, great, just leave Us alone with the baby!”

“I am. Goodnight.” Celestia sticks her tongue out and turns and walks off, more than ready to return to the bed she was so rudely dragged away from. Luna trots up to her for one final question.

“What should We do in the meantime? Sister… We cannot care for a child! We have no experience with children! None whatsoever!"

Celestia shrugs. “Just take the child to your chambers. Give it some milk or something. Rock it to sleep. It can’t be that hard. Just wait around for me to raise the sun and I’ll come ‘round for it. We’ll take it from there.”

Is this what I’ve been reduced to? Luna wonders, watching her sister abandon her. Babysitting? A millennia spent as a banished Princess, only to return as a babysitter.

Luna does not wish to take care of the baby. Her time should be spent doing… literally anything else!

She turns towards the guards, but they’ve all left.

“Curses,” Luna grumbles, bringing the ugly baby up to her face. “How did you get here? How is this even possible? What are your secrets?”

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What the fuck is that thing? You wonder. There is a giant blue face right in front of yours.

It’s no longer cold, and you are quite warm now, which helps your stress levels as a baby. Life is becoming less difficult.

And now there is much less noise. It is warm and quiet at the same time. It’s a lovely combination.

On top of all that, appearing before you is a dark blue face with vibrant blue eyes. It’s a pleasing sight. A very pleasing sight.

You like it.

You stop crying and stare.

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“Why did you stop?” Luna asks, astonished, knowing you can’t respond. “How did We do that?”

In response, the baby just stares at Luna, looking her right in the eyes and not looking away.

“Guards!” Luna calls, wanting to get rid of this thing. She refuses to be reduced to a glorified babysitter, and this creature staring at her is unnerving. One guard comes and Luna forcibly hands the baby over to him. “Feed the child, it stopped crying.”

“Y-Yes, Your Majesty!”

Luna walks off, knowing her time is more valuable than to spend it looking after a child. A princess? Taking care of strange children she found in a tree?

That’s just ludicrous!

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This new face is not a welcome one. It’s bright and white and there’s a strong glare and it hurts your eyes, so you decide to start crying again.

“Oh crap, it’s happening again,” the guard says trying to rock you back and forth and get you to shutup. He holds you up to his chest, but his armor is cold and hard. You don’t like it.

“How did Princess Luna make it stop?” the other guard asks, panicked.

“She didn’t say.”

“Well, give it the bottle, it’s probably hungry.”

“Stop calling him ‘it,’ he’s a boy.”

“Whatever, just put the bottle in its mouth.”

A strange, foreign object is coming towards your face, and you naturally want to put it in your mouth. Your stomach and head hurt, but nevertheless, you don’t want that object in your mouth right now.

Right now you are scared. There are two strange creatures forcing something into your face, and you don’t like it.

“It won’t drink.”

“He won’t drink.”

“That too.”

“Should we get Princess Luna?”

“Fuck no!”

“Why not? She got him to stop crying, she can probably do it again. I don’t want him to die or something!”

“He won’t die!”

“How do you know? We don’t know the last time he’s eaten.”

“There’s no way in Tartarus I’m going all the way up to Princess Luna’s chambers to ask her to do a job she told me to do! She’ll rip me to bits!”

“She’s not that bad, stop overreacting.”

“No! I heard a sergeant in F Company say Princess Luna once roasted a corporal alive and ate him for asking to use the bathroom while on duty.”

“What? Bullshit!”

“Hey, I’m just telling you what I heard! If she roasted a corporal alive, imagine what she’ll do to a private like me! She scares me, dude. That whole Nightmare Moon thing still got me messed up.”

There are many noises now, none of which are pleasing to you. You cry harder, even more upset than you were previously.

The noises grow more and more distressed, making you more and more upset. What happened to the giant blue thing from earlier? That was nice. This is not nice and you do not like it.

“He won’t eat, he’s still not eating. I don’t know what to do!”

“Stop panicking!”

“I wasn’t trained to feed a baby! I don’t have any kids! I’m 19, for shit’s sake!”

“Shutup! Look… Let’s just get Princess Luna. She’ll probably be able to make it stop, then we can at least feed it.”

“Bro, she terrifies me. Let’s not get her. Let’s get a chick guard and she can feed him.”

“A chick won’t do anything different then we are.”

“Bruh, weren’t you breastfed as a child?”

“Chicks don’t just lactate whenever they want, fucknuts.”

“Yeah they do, I saw it in a magazine!”

“Are you stupid? No they don’t, only moms can make milk.”

“Go get your mom then!”

“You better watch your fucking mouth before I kick your teeth in!”

“What’s going on down here?!” a third loud voice demands, startling you, making you cry harder. So many noises and bright, gleaming lights shining in your eyes. You don’t like it!

“Captain Armor!”

“What’s a baby doing here? It’s almost 4 in the morning.”

“It’s a human, sir!”

“What the hell is a human?”

Just a second later, a third white face comes close into your view, and you don’t like it. It looks bright and upset and that’s not a good thing.

“...I think my sister once told me about these ugly little things.”

“We found it in a tree, sir!”

“A tree?”

“It’s a long story, sir. Princess Luna made it stop crying briefly before she left. We are to watch it until told otherwise... We were wondering if we should bring the child back to the princess so she can feed it.”

“So she can feed him.”

“That too.”

“How hard can feeding a baby be?”

“Apparently, sir, it’s impossible.”

The new third pony grabs the bottle, trying to roughly force the tip of the bottle into your face. You don’t like that. You don’t like that a lot.

As such, you cry even harder, making the three strange creatures wince. You will remember their faces as a terrible memory of things you do not like. You do not like them a lot.

“Ah, screw it. I’ll take it up to Princess Luna. You two get back to your posts.”

“Yes, sir!”

You are handed over once again to the third strange creature you do not like, who carries you through wherever the hell you are for several long minutes in their magical grasp. The magic grasp is a weird, tingly feeling, and you do not like it.

The grip is rough and unsteady, so that combined with the extra light of this creature’s magic is even more upsetting. You already have a headache from being hungry, so the bright light is making it ten times worse. You will cry and scream until better conditions are met!

Captain Armor grows increasingly frustrated the louder the baby cries. What an annoying sound, he thinks. He decides right here that he will never, ever, ever, in his entire life, no matter what, no matter with who, that he will never have a child! He swears by it!

Just holding this screaming baby is making him want to put a condom on.

The entire journey is filled with screaming and crying. The constant noise is upsetting to the individual holding you, but you don’t give a shit. Who the ass even is that? Where the shit are you going?

This is bullshit. You do not like it.

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Princess Luna sips a cup of tea next to her fireplace, deciding not to do any work. She certainly could, but she is just… too… stunned.

She stares into the fireplace, wondering how a creature, a human no less, could be alive. And to be just lying in a tree? A tree?

A human is an odd thing to see, and a tree is a strange place for one to be. Especially as it is just by itself. Especially in her very own backyard! She remembers the humans from her childhood. The last remnants of a dying race.

She does not miss them. Not in the slightest. The world is ten times better off without their existence. Her memories of those vile creatures would be best forgotten, but they are burned into her memory along with the rest of her troubled past.

As if her return to Equestria wasn’t bizarre enough! She simply doesn’t know what to do.

One thing’s for sure, though: She doesn’t want to see that human again.

A loud series of knocks emanate from her door. With her typical scowl, not wishing to be disturbed, she sighs and announces a “Come in.”

Captain Armor enters, looking frustrated, holding the human baby in his magical grasp, making Luna inwardly groan, but her outward appearance doesn’t change. She’s very good at not outwardly showing emotions.

“How may We be of assistance, Captain?” the Princess sighs, turning her attention back to the fire with a fiercer scowl. She specifically didn’t want to be around that thing, and now it’s being brought to her? Curses!

“I was wondering if you could help with a bit of a developing situation, Princess.”

“We are listening.”

“I was told this child was found in a tree, strangely enough.”

“So it was.”

“I was also told you have some special way with it.”

“In what regard?” Luna asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“It was said that you got it to stop crying somehow. When I came across the guards trying to feed it, they said they couldn’t because it won’t stop crying.”

“Because of my sister’s guards’, and your guards’ incompetence, you need Us to feed the baby. Is that what We are hearing, Captain?”

Captain Armor takes a deep breath, embarrassed by the loaded question. Princess Luna is a straightforward mare, he is learning, and does not mince words.

“If you would be so kind, Your Majesty,” Shining Armor requests, teeth clenched to keep him from voicing his further opinion. How are any of his Guards supposed to know how to feed a baby?

“I would think that such a basic, inherent life task would be an easy feat for the world’s most elite fighting force, Captain… How embarrassing… Bring Us the child,” she sighs. She takes the baby and puts it on her large floor cushion, right in front of her chest and between her forelegs before taking the bottle. “You are dismissed, Captain.”

“Dismissed?” Shining asks, confused. “I can take the baby once it’s fed, Your Majesty.”

“Not necessary. We will look after him until Princess Celestia wakes up. Dismissed.”

“Are you quite certain, Your Majesty?”

“Quite certain. Now as We said: Dismissed.”

“Very well, Your Majesty.” Shining bows before turning and exits the room, leaving the Princess alone with the human. Shining Armor is more than happy to be rid of the company of a screaming child and a disgruntled old mare, hoping to get the Princess’ harsh words out of his head long enough to relax and fall back asleep.

Princess Luna takes a long look down at the crying red potato that lies displeased before her. Princess Luna becomes displeased, herself, looking directly at the odd appearance of a long extinct species, unhappy with their reappearance. It would’ve certainly been for the best if humans remained permanently deceased. Life has a cruel way of constantly disappointing her.

Nevertheless, with this thing’s appearance, Princess Luna wonders what the next step ought to be. Should she attempt to discover how this thing came to Equestria? Should she put it up for adoption? Should she study it as it grows older? Should she be concerned this may be the beginning of a long line of potential surprise human appearances?

Should she destroy it now while she has the chance?... It would be easy to dispose of the child. Her mind is quickly consumed with dark thoughts of how specifically to rid the world of humans once again… Surely an accidental fall from the balcony would-

Princess Luna shakes her head violently, hoping to literally throw those terrible thoughts from her troubled mind.

Princess Luna is thinking too hastily, surely. After all, it is just a baby, not doing any harm to anything at all, except for the Princess’ eardrums. What a terrible caterwauling!

“Now how did We do this earlier?” Luna asks herself, trying to get the baby’s attention. “Uhm… Everything is fine, young human. Nothing to be afraid of here.”

She puts her forelegs around the baby and slowly shifts them, trying to gently rock it back and forth, though she is a bit rougher than most women theoretically ought to be.

“As We said, everything is fine... There is no reason to cry... It is 4 o’clock in the morning, young child, a time when humans slept, so... Be still.”

Her efforts are met with you continuing to cry, but you feel a bit calmer than you just did. It’s nice and dark and warm in this room, and you are awfully tired after crying so much. But you’re still hungry.

“There, there… Uhm… There are many reasons not to cry… For example… You are alive while every other human in existence has been dead for thousands of years.”

Luna smiles, thinking that’s an excellent point. Surely the best way to calm a baby is to alert it of the reasons it shouldn’t be upset. That’s the way to happiness, surely. Temporal happiness, at least. True happiness can only come through many years of self reflection.

You, meanwhile, have no idea what the strange voice is saying. But the dark creature’s voice is a very calming sound, and that makes you happy. The slow moving back and forth is a pleasant feeling, and it’s nice and dark in here, which makes you want to sleep, and the warmth is very calming.

You look up at the source of the voice, seeing a familiar long, dark face with eyes that glow in the darkness. Feeling much more relaxed and less stressed, you stop crying.

“Good!” Luna hops a bit, excitedly. “Perhaps We have a gentler side after all. Here.”

The tip of the bottle is placed in your mouth, and you reflexively start sucking, drinking some nice, warm milk.

“Good!” she exclaims again, eyes widening, never having known she’d be good at something like this. “This is most excellent!”

You keep drinking the warm milk, looking up at this creature that is so calming to you. She must be your… what’s a good way to describe it?... your…

...God!

This creature is feeding you and you love her. You shall show your loyalty to this creature for all time.

You get most of the way through the bottle before your eyelids begin to droop. Your tummy is full, you feel warm and relaxed, it’s pleasant and dark, and you are ready for sleep.

So that is what you do.

“W-We did it!” Luna exclaims, wings flaring out in excitement. She hurriedly clears her throat, recomposing herself. “We mean, of course we did it! We are a Princess of Equestria, and We always get our way.”

Luna quietly rejoices at the fact that she was so successful at babysitting, something that her sister’s guards were unable to accomplish.

Luna hasn’t held a baby in over 1,000 years. This is one is much easier to deal with than the other ones. This one does as he’s told. What an obedient little human!

Obedience is not a common trait in humans, Luna recalls.

In spite of her success, the Princess refuses to admit she enjoyed putting you to sleep. She is not some kind of babysitter, no matter how good at it she is.

This is not something she plans on doing again… Even if it was oddly enjoyable…

In fact, Princess Luna feels a little sleepy, herself. Perhaps she will take a short nap, just until her sister is ready to help her deal with what to do with the child next…

This is as good as any a place to sleep. It wouldn’t do to disrupt the young one’s sleep, lest it recommences its screaming.

As such, the Princess of the night puts her head down on the cushion, her neck grazing against your sleeping body.

She gives a final sigh before comfortably drifting off to sleep.

Author's Note

Hope you're enjoying it so far!
I gets better! I think it gets better, at least