Arboreal Grieving

The sun was shining, and it was a beautiful day.

Celestia rather enjoyed her walks through the Royal Gardens, but today was especially enjoyable. Seeing all the sculptures and topiary in the early morning brought her a sense of calm only tea had matched.

Especially this one comin—

Celestia stopped in her tracks, having found a great deal of spray painted iconography on one of her favorite statues: her familiar Twilight, immortalized in stone performing the traditional Sunset Dance. Black paint now covered most of the face, and her sides were covered in crude drawings.

Nearby, two young colts were busy spray painting another statue, one of a pegasus mare flying over stylized mountains.

"Hey!" Celestia yelled. With a yelp, the two colts ran into a carefully cut bush. Celestia leaped after them, only to find nothing but spray paint cans.

She felt herself practically simmering. I can't believe this, she thought furiously, that anybody would deface Twilight Sparkle! Glancing at the now-profane statue, Celestia made mental notes to invest in electric fencing.