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/sun/ /Completed/ A picture on her flank

By Appreciationproject
Created: 2022-04-07 20:32:50
Updated: 2022-04-07 22:14:57
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twilight sparkle celestia /sun/safe cute adorable

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>A blue crayon left a bright streak against the pristine white fur.
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>And another one. And once more.
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>Now a whole pool of azure filled the space around a large golden sun, too perfect to have been drawn by this crude drawing utensil.
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>The crayon couldn't touch it, couldn't leave even one small mark on it.
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>It shouldn't has been able to mark the coat as well, but She, whom the coat of pristine white fur belonged to, made it so it could.
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>The sun was there the whole time, even before the current drawing has begun being drawn.
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>In fact, it was there long centuries before a little unicorn filly got an idea to draw something.
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>Her foalish telekinesis still lacked precision, so she drew like an earth pony, holding crayons in her mouth.
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>Focused and determined she laid down patch after patch of colour.
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>From time to time she was pausing, looking at her for a moment, contemplating for a bit.
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>And then she would spit the crayon into the box and pick up a different one.
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>The box of crayons stood upon an enormous wooden table.
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>Likewise, the filly also stood on the table, to be able to reach the unmatched height of her mentor.
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>A graceful and regal white alicorn.
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>Celestia smiled, looking how her little ward was covering her side in pictures.
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"What is this, my little Twilight?"
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>"This is the sky," answered Twilight, without stopping or looking at Celestia.
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>"This is your sun in the sky, it's beautiful! I wish I could do it like that."
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>The Princess giggled.
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"Well, what can I say, it came out as it came out."
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>She shrugged, lifting her wings, enormous even when folded, slightly higher.
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>"Huh?"
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"No, nothing, my precious."
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>Twilight spat the crayon out again and took another one.
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"What is that you are drawing now?"
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>"It's a tree!"
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>Answered the filly while scribbling on Celestia's flank.
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>There came out a thick trunk and a cloud-like green crown.
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>"It's tall. And big. And nice."
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>"It's very nice to lay under it. And read a book."
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"Is that so?"
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>"Yes, it is!"
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>Twilight took a different crayon and drew a crude rectangle, with a triangle on top.
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>Celestia turned her head slightly and made her multicolored ethereal mane to flow onto the other side of her, to see better what's going on on her flank.
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"Is that a house?"
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>"Yes!"
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"Who lives there?"
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>I dunno. Maybe me."
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"Only you?"
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>"Yeah. And books. Many, many-many-many books!"
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"That's nice, my dear."
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>"Yep."
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>Twilight finished the silhouette of the house and looked at the picture critically.
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>"You know, " she said thoughtfully, "I would've absolutely loved to have a house and a tree and books, all in one."
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>Celestia laughed, her voice clear like a waterfall and powerful like a heavy golden bell.
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>A tiny infant dragon, who slept in the large metallic crib on a floor, sat up with a start, spooked by the sudden loud sound and belched out a vestige of vicious green flame.
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>"Hush, Spike. All is alright"
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>Dragonling blinked at Twilight and quieted down.
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>Twilight went back to examining the picture.
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>She corrected a few lines here and there, making sure the house looked as whatever she wanted it to look.
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>As a result, now it had both rectangular and circular windows and a large attic.
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>"Yeah," she said, "Books, a tree and a home. It's all would be so nice."
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"Perhaps, one day you will find what you seek, my faithful student."
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>"Will I?"
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"Perhaps."
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>Suddenly, an actual bell rung somewhere in the distance.
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>"Oh, is the lesson already over?"
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>Twilight scrunched her face, very disappointed.
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>Celestia nodded.
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"I think so."
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>The unicorn filly looked at up, her large eyes sad.
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>"Will you erase my picture, Princess?"
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>Without an answer, Celestia grabbed canvas from somewhere in the room with her telekinesis.
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>She brought it through and leaned it against the wall.
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>Her horn blinked and the picture left her flank, without a trace.
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>Simultaneously, the exact copy of it appeared on the canvas.
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>The tree, the house, the sky and even the sun, a perfect image of Celestia's cutie mark.
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>Twilight gasped, jumped down from the table and ran to the canvas.
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>"Wow!"
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>She admired the transferred art. Suddenly her face darkened.
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>"But, uh, the crayons. It will fall off from the canvas. Would shatter!"
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"It will not. I won't permit it to do so."
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>Celestia smiled at Twilight with a calm smile full of warmth.