What Makes You A Pony?

To My Dearest Aunt: Princess Celestia!

I write to you this day, for I have forgotten to write for hearts-warming eve. I must ask for your forgiveness, for I was out traversing the beaches near the forgotten jungle. You see, I had the most spontaneous burst of adventure and inspiration. It was quite queer for one such as I to have any notion of the wilderness. Yet, I set out for my strange adventure still. In any way, I shall try to recount my traversal of the land barren and forgotten.

It was quite a warm day that day. I remember trotting down from my favorite cafe in Canterlot, The Prench Connect! They have the most marvelous cakes and pastries there, Aunt. I do wish we could have high tea sometime there. I do miss our yearly social calls. I do indeed miss you with all of my heart.

Please forgive my rambles. In any case, there was this strange stallion, Aunt. He was quite the pony. He was dressed in the finest velvet that a bit could pay for. I remember he was standing slightly out of place from the high-priced fashion of Canterlot. He was slightly slimmer than what would be considered healthy for a stallion. His snout looked as if it was chiseled out of marble and his mouth was quite narrow when he broke the seal holding his lip together, as he started to bear his teeth from a gentle smile.
His eyes were the brightest emerald jewels that one’s eyes could gaze upon, it felt as if I were held in place as he trotted over to me. His fur was a tinted teal colour, it shone blue, yet, the sun made sure to glare the green tinge his coat held secret.

I do remember what he was wearing quite vividly. His form was matched by a suited jacket that, when gazed upon at closer inspection, was like a second tighter coat of fur. It held the most elegant shine to the velvet that coated him. Underneath his jacket looked like a dress shirt that was made from the snow atop the crystal mountains. It was neatly tucked into his velvet dress trousers, which looked as if nothing could cress their immaculate ironing.
I must admit a fault I had right there, Aunt. He had me flare green. I was, and still am, quite jealous of that stallion's fashion. Yet, I could not voice it to his soft and well-kempt ears, Aunt.

In any case, he finally approached me. My sweet moon, the stallion had a most gorgeous smell about him. Its aroma was quite sweet to the tongue, and my nostrils flared from the petal scent of roses foreign to my being. Intoxicating could never describe the feelings it gave me.
Sorry, Aunt. I must stop getting sidetracked. Once he met me, he did indeed meet the formal requirements for speaking with nobles. He introduced himself as a butler to a most prestigious family. He did not give his name but the name of the family he served. He introduced them as “The Vega family”. I did not know of such a family residing anywhere near our Equestria.

I did ask for what brought him here to Canterlot. All he said was “I am looking for a lost family member by the name of Starburst”. He told me that this Starburst had gone missing a long time ago, and he was entrusted by the head of the Vega family to go and retrieve him. I did see that he was quite distraught by the command his master gave him, so I offered my hoof in aid. He beamed at my charity and shook my hoof quite firmly from his gratitude. I was going to incline a gesture of confirmation, but before I could do so. He shoved a letter into my hooves and trotted away.

It was a queer way of an introduction but I must admit it did bring my curiosity to light… I looked down at the note and began to read it. I will admit that its contents were quite concerning, yet, I felt as if this Starburst was feeling not themselves.
I have enclosed the note with this very scroll, I hope it finds you well, Aunt. I will leave it here, it is getting quite late and I must be up at the break of dawn.

I wish you a well-resting slumber.

~ Blueblood!