GeneralTyrus
My wings are so pretty.
Dreamweaver
Celestia was sitting next to Salacia in a little cafe, bundled up in her warm clothing, wearing a puffy coat and bright orange scarf. The Ends of the scarfs were emblazoned with a symbol of her cutiemark. Salacia was slumped onto the table, sipping on hot chocolate through a straw, which sat in a mug, the piping liquid inside.
Celestia would look up, and turn to face Luna, feeling her presence appear next to her, and hearing the loud pop of teleportation magic. She'd smile happily, and stand, pulling Luna into a hug, before kissing her cheek, "Hello, Lulu! How was talking with Rarity?" She'd ask, raising a brow as she slowly sat back down.
Celestia was sitting next to Salacia in a little cafe, bundled up in her warm clothing, wearing a puffy coat and bright orange scarf. The Ends of the scarfs were emblazoned with a symbol of her cutiemark. Salacia was slumped onto the table, sipping on hot chocolate through a straw, which sat in a mug, the piping liquid inside.
Celestia would look up, and turn to face Luna, feeling her presence appear next to her, and hearing the loud pop of teleportation magic. She'd smile happily, and stand, pulling Luna into a hug, before kissing her cheek, "Hello, Lulu! How was talking with Rarity?" She'd ask, raising a brow as she slowly sat back down.