Arboreal Grieving

Sunlight filtered through blinds to create a warm, softly lit room. Celestia had seated herself at the study table, currently at work on a new bill concerning military funding.

A sharp rap on the door brought her out of the zone, ears flicking around. Opening the door with her golden field, Celestia greeted the courier and took his scrolls from Parliament.

Dismissing him with a friendly nod, Celestia returned to her desk, opening the proposals one after the other. Funding for education, allocations for industry, tariffs on various items…

Finally, Celestia found the scroll concerning her Twilight Sparkle legacy proposal. Reading through the concerns and agreements, she found…

She grit her teeth before she even finished the word. “Denied,” she muttered, her expression darkening almost instantly.

How dare they!

Pulling a stack of paper from beneath the desk, Celestia growled under her breath. This was going to take some time to set right.