“Rainbow Dash!” Her head perked up at Queen Celestia’s voice. How the hay did ponies convince themselves that they liked these? What was wrong with a hayburger and fries? She almost gagged when she sampled the tiny morsels. It’s also what she thought needed to happen with the food. Okay, it was the hors d’oeuvre table, but given how it was spelled, that’s how Rainbow always thought of it. With nothing to do for it but to suffer through it, she walked over to the horse-do-over table. “Wouldn’t know a good performance if it bucked them in the face,” Rainbow muttered. The attendees stared at her longer than they needed to, then murmured and quickly found something else to look at. Something something modesty, dignity, pride before the fall it’d been boring then, and with her dignity shot from the botched landing it didn’t do much to help now. Her cheeks burned as she scrambled to fix her dress, and one of Celestia’s lessons echoed in her mind. However, the bulky sensation of her dress threw her off, and she landed way harder than she meant to. Stairs were for ponies without wings or without style, and she had both. Rainbow bristled and walked out on cue, moving with small, measured steps … then, with a flare of her wings, she flipped and somersaulted to the bottom of the stairs. Hidden behind the curtains at the top of the stairs, Rainbow sarcastically mouthed the herald’s words, “And her student, Rainbow Dash.” Her message delivered, Queen Celestia strode out and shimmered down the stairs to the tepid applause that the upper-class thought showed proper appreciation. Queen Celestia saw the sign of her growing impatience and gently nudged her, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly and she subtly shook her head.
Her wings twitched, feeling restrained.Īfter so many years in Canterlot, she could predict exactly how long the applause for the Queen would last before the herald would get around to actually announcing her. Plus, it was a formal party, which meant wearing a dress that had more layers than a wedding cake. It was perfect weather for flying, yet she had to waste the night indoors at some fancy party for a bunch of rich snobs. She cast a quick, yearning look out the window towards the clear evening sky. Even if a trip to the dentist was more productive and only half as painful. She was expected to show up to at least some of these high society events. She wished she could’ve ducked out to do something better with her time, but the Queen insisted she come. How Celestia could do this year after year and decade after decade was a mystery to Rainbow Dash. Amid the trumpets and fanfare, one pony rolled her eyes. It was the evening of the Canterlot Society Dinner, one of the most highbrow affairs of the year outside of the Grand Galloping Gala. "Announcing her Royal Majesty, Queen Celestia!"
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