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Wild
Before Celestia was an elegant, she was an untamed, powerful immortal. Everypony seemed to forget- and there was no real point in reminding them- but the goddess was every bit as earth pony as she was a unicorn or a pegasus. And some days, she would herself admit, it was easy to forget that fact past the fancy parties and refined demeanor.
Celestia could easily forgive her subjects for failing to remember- Luna told her it was far too easy these days- but she could never allow herself to. There was blood running in her veins that sang of thick, cooling mud and dancing leaves on lazy summer days. It was a primitive part of her, perhaps a bit primitive, and had no place in the complicated court systems that weighed down anyponys spirit. No place even in the people's image of their princess.
So often the wildness was lost in folds of formality, and the layers of the prim royal family. Yet, on days like these, when the deity's flank was free of frivolous accessories and her eyes were so very free, it was impossible to deny.
The neighing, bucking mare that seemed sewn together from runaway gales and painted with the essence of nature itself could never be contained in the walls of overbearing society. That wordless voice of a thousand burbling streams belonged nowhere but limitless fields. Right now, Celestia was liberated, sprinting to the music of the earth below her and breathing the harmony of life.
This creature was a pony that would always be flickering at the edge of a faraway horizon- free, beautiful, and nothing but Celestia.