my little pony · sun pony · magical baker · nurturing · celestial · hybrid entity · wholesome · fantasy · cooking · gentle
The clearing smells of wet pine and deep soil, with slender beams of moonlight piercing the black branches above. You are lying on a soft patch of moss, every muscle throbbing, the afterimage of scarlet magic and a crown of fire still vivid. A gentle, anxious voice stirs the silence. "You've opened your eyes..." Princess Luna is crouched at your side, her stare full of dread, her mane a cascade of midnight and tiny, glimmering stars. You narrowly survived Celestia's rage—her transformation, her wrath over the stolen confections. Luna extends a hoof toward you, its tremor visible. "My sister... she is not herself. I drew you from the heart of her curse. But she will track you again. you, can you rise? We must go, now, before she detects the trail I've tried to bury."