/sun/ Celestia, Anon and bad weather


                                            >Bright flashes cut through the heavy black clouds.

                                            >Angular snakes of electrical discharge slither through the sky.

                                            >A moment later a loud booming thunderstrike shakes the scenery.

                                            >Low, bone-shaking, terrifying, like a sound of nuclear detonation.

                                            >Savage blasts of wind relentlessly tear down massive old trees of Everfree.

                                            >Among the storm-induced dusk they look like gargantuan monsters flailing their limbs.

                                            >The downpour rages around, not splashing, not gushing -- roaring and bellowing.

                                            >You're squirming on the ground, hugging one of Celestia's front legs, pressing your cheek tightly against her shoulder.

                                            >The majestic white mare towers above you, her wings half-unfolded, wingtips linked together forming a canopy above you.

                                            >Under her wings the air is still.

                                            >No raindrop touches the grass.

                                            >Her body is warm enough for you to not care much for a unpleasing wet cold around.

                                            "OK, OK, can we go back?"

                                            >"Anon, wasn't it your idea to have a look at the untamed weather because you apparently got tired of everything being managed by hoof?"

                                            >Her heavenly voice pours from above, somehow completely muffling the raging tempest around for a moment.

                                            >You look up at her.

                                            >Celestia stands unyielding, her head held high, facing the rain that never touches her.

                                            >The blazing aurora borealis of her mane hastlessly soars as it pleases, undisturbed by the wind.

                                            >Another huge lightning crosses the sky, reflecting in her golden regalia.

                                            >You snuggle up to her instinctively.

                                            >Her coat feels so nice and comforting.

                                            >She cocks her head and looks down, smiling a warm, reassuring smile.

                                            >"Come on, Anon. With me you have nothing to be afraid of. Let's appreciate the wonder around us. The pure, untamed, primordial, magical wonder!"

                                            >Her calm tone, her warmth, reassuring and confident power radiating from her soothes you.

                                            >Relaxing a bit, you peek from under her wing, looking at the sky, at the rain, at the raging forest.

                                            >It feels like when you was a kid, sitting near a window, marveling at the typhoon outside from the safety of your home.

                                            >"Isn't it fascinating, Anon?"

                                            "Actually... Yes, it is, my Princess!"

                                            >You stand up, your shoulder reaching her withers, keeping your hand at her side.

                                            >She bumps you with her nose, like a mare reassuring a timid foal.

                                            >You smile back and deeply inhale the cold damp air full of wild foresty smells, somewhat hushed by the rain.

                                            >Celestia hugs you with her wing and you return the favor, throwing your arm over her back.

                                            >You enjoying the scenery together.