The shadows of wooden spoons dance as the candlelight flickers across them; a whirling troupe of cutlery soars in spirals through the air. At the centre of it all, lit in pale red, lies a purple unicorn, still asleep and far from home.

"Princess. What shall we do?"

"Hath hospitality been forgotten? She hungers; therefore, prepare a meal," Luna decrees. "Allow her my chambers for the night."

As guards bustle, Twilight speaks, her tongue slurred by sleep. Princess.

"I fear I am not the princess thou art dreaming of," Luna says with a wan smile. Sometimes, she wishes she were.

Author's Note

Another situation/location drabble that didn't make it. I actually kinda like this one, but the ending is pretty bad, and I panned the rest of the collection so it goes here. TwiLuna is one of my favourite pairings, but I just have no idea how to write it.