Initiate buzzing protocol. One-way speech established. Our wisdom flows so sweet, taste, and see.
It's finished, sweetling: the Crux Equestriatus Purity Seal. Paper, and glue to your senses; it seems the Fae glamours don't translate well.
No, we know a better way.
Through the hedge, to the mind of a talking monkey: The Implanted Forms made real. In paper. 300 yen per 300 sheets! Buy them now! Rainbow hues from a rainbowed people.
Close your eyes, sweetling, close them tight. Look into the mass of whirling shapes, and dancing colors. Your sight wants to run. Let it. Over the Hedge, through its hungry snarls, and vicious tangles. Only your blood will slake it. Sip the drops of glittering magic, like dew from the tips of its ravenous thorns.
The explosion in your mind is real. Your perception is clear.
It's not paper at all.
A cross of solid gold, set in to a base of carven jade. Silver inlays to accent the cutie marks of the 4 princesses. Precious metals, precious stones, at least as you think of them. Even more precious magics, as even you would see them, if you could. These give the symbols form, and more importantly, meaning. Emblazoning the quartet's royal essences so brightly not even your kind needs their dull simian-eyes to recognize them.
Access historical memories. Open meat-brain interface. Initiate transfer.
A quartet of royal ponies. No, not really. A goddess, and 3 demigoddesses. That's as close as your mind can come to the truth. But these, they're not the 4 you know. One of them is different.
Princess Luna: first to ascend, the adopted sister of the Goddess. Born an earth pony, and closest to true apotheosis. Check. Princess Twilight Sparkle: Element of Magic, and the love, and lover of the simian whose fingers we make dance. Tap Tap tap. Check. Princess Cadance...
Cadance.
Cadance.
404: divintiy not found. Reality alteration protocol engaged.
But not by us, Sweetling.
Princess Sunset Shimmer. Returned from the frozen wastes of the Crystal Empire, the place where the mirror really leads. One of them, anyway. Silly "writers" can't even get the facts of "their story" straight. The talking monkeys have never been perceptive.
All sealed in red, cinnamon, and sandalwood-scented wax, with ribbons of silk, like inverted speech bubbles. Fibers of shining silver, and purest moonlight bound within their weave. Bearing inks of liquid darkness, and midnight-given-form, themselves giving form to invocation of the God-Empress. She dislikes being called that, though that's exactly what she is.
Hold it sweetling. Hold it in your mind. Carry it to a ring of mushrooms, or a pristine staircase in the deep woods, and invoke her 3 times. Maybe she'll come to you. Maybe something else will.
Would the chance to meet her be worth it anyway?
![[Image: crux_equestriatus__1__by_poisonhorsie-dan4zj7.jpg]](http://orig14.deviantart.net/0bb8/f/2016/306/4/3/crux_equestriatus__1__by_poisonhorsie-dan4zj7.jpg)
Another view, showing the back sheet, and a metric ruler for scale.
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It's finished, sweetling: the Crux Equestriatus Purity Seal. Paper, and glue to your senses; it seems the Fae glamours don't translate well.
No, we know a better way.
Through the hedge, to the mind of a talking monkey: The Implanted Forms made real. In paper. 300 yen per 300 sheets! Buy them now! Rainbow hues from a rainbowed people.
Close your eyes, sweetling, close them tight. Look into the mass of whirling shapes, and dancing colors. Your sight wants to run. Let it. Over the Hedge, through its hungry snarls, and vicious tangles. Only your blood will slake it. Sip the drops of glittering magic, like dew from the tips of its ravenous thorns.
The explosion in your mind is real. Your perception is clear.
It's not paper at all.
A cross of solid gold, set in to a base of carven jade. Silver inlays to accent the cutie marks of the 4 princesses. Precious metals, precious stones, at least as you think of them. Even more precious magics, as even you would see them, if you could. These give the symbols form, and more importantly, meaning. Emblazoning the quartet's royal essences so brightly not even your kind needs their dull simian-eyes to recognize them.
Access historical memories. Open meat-brain interface. Initiate transfer.
A quartet of royal ponies. No, not really. A goddess, and 3 demigoddesses. That's as close as your mind can come to the truth. But these, they're not the 4 you know. One of them is different.
Princess Luna: first to ascend, the adopted sister of the Goddess. Born an earth pony, and closest to true apotheosis. Check. Princess Twilight Sparkle: Element of Magic, and the love, and lover of the simian whose fingers we make dance. Tap Tap tap. Check. Princess Cadance...
Cadance.
Cadance.
404: divintiy not found. Reality alteration protocol engaged.
But not by us, Sweetling.
Princess Sunset Shimmer. Returned from the frozen wastes of the Crystal Empire, the place where the mirror really leads. One of them, anyway. Silly "writers" can't even get the facts of "their story" straight. The talking monkeys have never been perceptive.
All sealed in red, cinnamon, and sandalwood-scented wax, with ribbons of silk, like inverted speech bubbles. Fibers of shining silver, and purest moonlight bound within their weave. Bearing inks of liquid darkness, and midnight-given-form, themselves giving form to invocation of the God-Empress. She dislikes being called that, though that's exactly what she is.
Hold it sweetling. Hold it in your mind. Carry it to a ring of mushrooms, or a pristine staircase in the deep woods, and invoke her 3 times. Maybe she'll come to you. Maybe something else will.
Would the chance to meet her be worth it anyway?
Another view, showing the back sheet, and a metric ruler for scale.
Don't hesitate to AM(A)A
The bigger you build the bonfire, the more darkness is revealed.
Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.
The bigger you build the bonfire, the more darkness is revealed.
Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.