The morning’s light is warm and calming as it shines against your dark brown coat. You feel out of place and unhappy at the moment yet you don’t know why. You hear hoofsteps approaching, followed by a dark blue silhouette. Her mane resembles a night’s sky adorned with a plethora of tiny alabaster stars. She is Luna, Princess of the Night, mover of the moon, sister to Celestia, and a godlike alicorn. Although she may be very prestigious, you know her at a very personal level, a level where touching was very appropriate.
Luna simply smiles in your direction; this smile would always brighten your day, ironically that she happened to be the Princess of the night. She sits by your side and gently grins at you. Slowly placing a hoof against your coat, gently stroking at the waxy layer that always made you shine within Celestia’s sunlight.
“Gosh, you’re getting quite dirty..” Luna says, grabbing a cloth.
She takes the cloth and softly scrubs against you, trying to rid you of the dust that layered your brown coat. She differs between pressures within her scrubs, she repeats this procedure to restore your shine and pristine like appearance.
“We've not had time like this in a long time haven’t we…” She stops cleaning.
She stares to admire your figure and all the characteristics you have. Although you two may be very different, it seemed as if you were the same together. She knew what you liked, a general cleaning and talking to, and she just loves taking care of you. Whenever Luna was in the room you found feelings of happiness within, just as she did whenever she would spend time with you.
Her smile may be simple, but it always made you happy, no matter what.
She folds up the cloth in a square and places it on a nearby dresser. She basks within your glory, to see that your coat was as clean as a whistle.
“What shall I play today?” She asks herself before picking you up.
She cradles you within her forehooves, holding you safely in place. Her hoof softly strums against your strings to compose a beautiful song, while the opposite slightly puts pressure on your fretboard. She sings along with her strumming, her song very familiar.
Luna sang this song all the time, up to the point where it might have gotten annoying to any other pony. But to you her voice was more angelic than a choir of angels. And no matter what song she would sing it would be amazing nonetheless. At the moment she was singing a familiar lullaby but you couldn’t think of the name.
Whenever she would play with you she would always smile, her grin would be as wide as a mile, and the corners of her mouth would reach from ear to ear. She would giggle in between if she would mess up, only to correct herself quickly. From time to time her sister Celestia would pop her head through the door to see what her sister was doing. Usually during her breaks from raising and setting the Sun, she would join her sister in a song. But at the moment, she was just checking on her sister.
You see from the door, Celestia simply smiles at her sister, and closes the door quietly as she leaves. Luna’s song was too happy, too bright, and too beautiful. It was ironic for the princess of the night to play such a bright instrument such as you. But it was therapeutic for the both of you.
“Hush now, quiet now. It’s time to lay your sleepy he-” She was interrupted by a forceful yawn, apparently her own lullaby had made her sleepy.
She stretches her forehooves and places you back in your stand, “I’ll see you later tonight Uku.” She smiles.
Ever since Luna had purchased you at a local instrument store, she had always called you by your nickname “Uku.” You’re a ukulele; a small four stringed instrument that resembled a guitar, and had a sound that reminded people of a tropical island. But you’re not just any ukulele, you’re Luna’s ukulele.
Although she had little time to play with you, she went along with her duties. Sometimes her breaks from you had her away for weeks, maybe even months. Time without her would make days feel like years, weeks feel like decades, and months feel like eons. Without your Princess time would move slowly. Usually whenever she would revisit you, your waxy coat would gather dust, and lose its shine.
But whenever Luna would come back, she would always clean you as hard as she could. She would always use special cleaning supplies that she had purchased from the same local music store she purchased you from. While also using a special cloth to make sure dust wouldn’t embed within the grooves of your exterior, along with your frets. Whenever your strings became loose, or something didn’t seem right, she would bring you back to the familiar music store, and have you repaired.
Although the store manager may have offered her a better ukulele in place of you, she would always politely decline. Her response gave you joy whenever you would hear it.
“No thank you kind sir, I love my Uku better than all of the other ukuleles in all of Equestria.” She would say along with her trademark smile.
***
Luna awoke from her nap to see that it was almost night time, and that the sun was setting. She smiled at you, and trotted out of the room to find her sister. Within seconds the moon was rising and Luna had fulfilled her duty as Princess of the Night…
She trotted through her door, only to accidentally kick your stand over, and to fall onto her bed, while closing the door behind her. She fell asleep within seconds. The hard wood floors feel cold against your wooden exterior, but the only thing that affects you at the moment is how Luna kicked you over. She’s never mistreated you like that, ever. But there were moments in time where Luna couldn’t control her emotions, and sometimes she mistreated you.
And as you ignore the feeling of the cold hard floor against your wooden exterior, only the feelings of disappointment and sadness fill your core.
How could she do that?
Why would she do it?
She must have some reason behind it!
She’s my Princess?
Right?
You feel yourself lifted up into the air, surrounded by a dark blue aura. You’re brought to your caretaker to see that she was silently shedding tears. You hear little hiccups here and there, but mostly, you’re distracted by her sad semblance. She was crying, she was sobbing, and she had no one to lean upon.
She levitates you into her embrace, only to hold you gently within her forehooves. Her tears land upon your waxy coat, only for them to simply slide off. She tries to say something, but her throat forbids her from saying it. At this, she pauses. Luna takes a deep breath, and finally takes a gentle yet distorted strum. You see her look down at you, smiling again. You try and smile. Yet you cannot smile, for you are a ukulele. You want to smile while Luna continues to strum, visibly getting happier and happier, while you are as well. Maybe it’s a different form of joy or glee, but you’re happy that she’s touching you, and she is too.
She stops the random strumming, and continues to just sit and hold you, her warmth replacing the past feelings of disappointment and sadness. She stares down with watery eyes and a quivering smile. Seeing her in this condition made you feel terrible, although, moments like these only pushed feelings of sorrow and grief even farther because you could do nothing about it. You feel yourself moving and feel uneven pressure within your frets as she starts to strum. Her strums seem like they’re random, but you hear notes push past your strings. Notes filled with emotion, dying to leave the heart of your princess.
“Maybe it's a bit cliche,”
“But it seems like today is a repeat of yesterday.”
“Every day the time passes by,”
“Yet all I can do is cry.”
Luna is interrupted by watery eyes and hiccups but she tries to continue her song, as the door slowly opens.
“Maybe I'm better off dead,”
“Or maybe I should have fled.”
She stops to regain her breath.
“Why is the love even there?”
“When life is so unfair?”
“But when I ask, ‘Why Me?’”
She pauses for dramatic effect. The door opens slowly.
“When there's no one out there to hear my plea.”
She finishes her song with one last strum, her last note echoing throughout the room. Although her eyes are closed, and her breathing slow, she raises her head, and opens her eyes.
“Tia.” Luna says as her lips quiver.
“I’m here for you Lulu.” Celestia moves closer, only to hug her sister as hard as she can.
And even though their hug was short, it was meaningful.
“Are you alright Lulu?” Celestia asks, she separates herself from Luna.
“I think I’m great.” Luna says as she wipes a tear away with her hoof.
“Are you sure?” Celestia inquires once again.
“I’m sure.” Luna assured her with a grin.
“Goodnight sister!” Celestia gave Luna one last hug and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
“I should actually be thanking you Uku.” Your mental brow rises.
Shouldn’t she be thanking her sister?
“Uku, you’re one of my closest friends. Other than Tia, and Twilight. But you always know how to make me happy without having to say anything. I’m happy that I bought you long ago. And I will always cherish you..” Luna says as she holds you close.
Luna pulls the covers over herself and you, while holding you as close as she could.
But before she falls asleep, Luna whispers something as she pulls you closer to her.
“I love you.”
