/sun/ /Completed/ A picture on her flank


                                            >A blue crayon left a bright streak against the pristine white fur.

                                            >And another one. And once more.

                                            >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.

                                            >The crayon couldn't touch it, couldn't leave even one small mark on it.

                                            >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.

                                            >The sun was there the whole time, even before the current drawing has begun being drawn.

                                            >In fact, it was there long centuries before a little unicorn filly got an idea to draw something.

                                            >Her foalish telekinesis still lacked precision, so she drew like an earth pony, holding crayons in her mouth.

                                            >Focused and determined she laid down patch after patch of colour.

                                            >From time to time she was pausing, looking at her for a moment, contemplating for a bit.

                                            >And then she would spit the crayon into the box and pick up a different one.

                                            >The box of crayons stood upon an enormous wooden table.

                                            >Likewise, the filly also stood on the table, to be able to reach the unmatched height of her mentor.

                                            >A graceful and regal white alicorn.

                                            >Celestia smiled, looking how her little ward was covering her side in pictures.

                                            "What is this, my little Twilight?"

                                            >"This is the sky," answered Twilight, without stopping or looking at Celestia.

                                            >"This is your sun in the sky, it's beautiful! I wish I could do it like that."

                                            >The Princess giggled.

                                            "Well, what can I say, it came out as it came out."

                                            >She shrugged, lifting her wings, enormous even when folded, slightly higher.

                                            >"Huh?"

                                            "No, nothing, my precious."

                                            >Twilight spat the crayon out again and took another one.

                                            "What is that you are drawing now?"

                                            >"It's a tree!"

                                            >Answered the filly while scribbling on Celestia's flank.

                                            >There came out a thick trunk and a cloud-like green crown.

                                            >"It's tall. And big. And nice."

                                            >"It's very nice to lay under it. And read a book."

                                            "Is that so?"

                                            >"Yes, it is!"

                                            >Twilight took a different crayon and drew a crude rectangle, with a triangle on top.

                                            >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.

                                            "Is that a house?"

                                            >"Yes!"

                                            "Who lives there?"

                                            >I dunno. Maybe me."

                                            "Only you?"

                                            >"Yeah. And books. Many, many-many-many books!"

                                            "That's nice, my dear."

                                            >"Yep."

                                            >Twilight finished the silhouette of the house and looked at the picture critically.

                                            >"You know, " she said thoughtfully, "I would've absolutely loved to have a house and a tree and books, all in one."

                                            >Celestia laughed, her voice clear like a waterfall and powerful like a heavy golden bell.

                                            >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.

                                            >"Hush, Spike. All is alright"

                                            >Dragonling blinked at Twilight and quieted down.

                                            >Twilight went back to examining the picture.

                                            >She corrected a few lines here and there, making sure the house looked as whatever she wanted it to look.

                                            >As a result, now it had both rectangular and circular windows and a large attic.

                                            >"Yeah," she said, "Books, a tree and a home. It's all would be so nice."

                                            "Perhaps, one day you will find what you seek, my faithful student."

                                            >"Will I?"

                                            "Perhaps."

                                            >Suddenly, an actual bell rung somewhere in the distance.

                                            >"Oh, is the lesson already over?"

                                            >Twilight scrunched her face, very disappointed.

                                            >Celestia nodded.

                                            "I think so."

                                            >The unicorn filly looked at up, her large eyes sad.

                                            >"Will you erase my picture, Princess?"

                                            >Without an answer, Celestia grabbed canvas from somewhere in the room with her telekinesis.

                                            >She brought it through and leaned it against the wall.

                                            >Her horn blinked and the picture left her flank, without a trace.

                                            >Simultaneously, the exact copy of it appeared on the canvas.

                                            >The tree, the house, the sky and even the sun, a perfect image of Celestia's cutie mark.

                                            >Twilight gasped, jumped down from the table and ran to the canvas.

                                            >"Wow!"

                                            >She admired the transferred art. Suddenly her face darkened.

                                            >"But, uh, the crayons. It will fall off from the canvas. Would shatter!"

                                            "It will not. I won't permit it to do so."

                                            >Celestia smiled at Twilight with a calm smile full of warmth.