Rising Sun 17rd 3474
One year. It was one year today that we three Equality Crusaders set up our final experiment. I was greatly tempted to speed up the sun to get through this day faster, but messing about with the day and night will not alter the time that has passed.
It crept up on me, I'd lost myself again in the researches I described, enthused by the possibilities I had considered. I even missed out on the spring equinox and the Day of Foals, usually one of my favourite holidays. As I've mentioned before, I'm something of a prankster, or was when I was younger at least, and the Day of Foals is all about celebrating new life, and of course playing pranks.
However, I'm not sure I'd have been able to get into the spirit of the thing this year, not with this other anniversary was coming up. Luna reminded me a few days beforehand, and we set aside our work and made sure a quiet final memorial service was arranged for those ponies who wished to attend, and some modest memorial stones.
Neither of us was feeling particularly happy about it, but we made sure to be at all of the services, then picked up Blue Mane, leaving Blue Blood with his nanny. The goat in question, Maaree, was originally our own nanny when we were foals. She is one of the best at her trade, always popping up when needed.
She was originally from the wool farming villages in the northern mountains above Canterlot, but she has spent most of her life here in Maresia, mostly Trottingham, and has the distinctive accent. I'm just glad she was there when the catastrophe happened.
The three of us ponies went off for a private wake, though we avoided mead or salt licks. I think in our state at the time it would have made us more maudlin than we already were. It was a reprise of what we did on Ancestor's day last year, only with additional stories about Atlas from Blue Mane. We added quite a few ourselves from Foal's days past.
It still hurts, I think it always will, and in a way I'm glad of that, for it would be worse to forget our families and all the others who died. But the grief is less, immediate, I suppose. I guess it's true that in time even the deepest wounds will start to heal, though they will still leave scars. Considering our regenerative ability, emotional scars are most likely the only ones we will ever carry.
Now that I've been roused from my brown study, Luna's is the blue one in the west tower, we will make our appearances at court and wherever else needful, and check in with the town mayors and the citizen's council to see there's nothing that needs my or Luna's attention.
Then it will be back to my research. I am on the track of several ideas, things I've speculated about before, but which might actually work out. Though I'm hitting a few additional snags in the process as well. I will also have to schedule more regular breaks.
I don't wish to become some kind of absentee landlord, the sort of noble I've always despised, who takes all the perks of her position and none of the responsibilities. It's just that in the laboratory, working on my research, I'm actually trying to do something to fix the problems I've created, not just moan about them.
A quick consultation of my Solar sight shows are no cases of high justice to be heard, for which I am grateful. While I can confirm absolutely the guilty in such cases, sentencing a pony to death is not something I'm looking forward to. However, as much as I dislike it, it's a part of those aforementioned duties, and I would rather do it myself than ask Luna to hoof print the orders.
Speaking of working out problems, and laying down the law, I have almost completed my first draft of the legal codex I've been compiling. I've asked Luna to work through it and add her own suggestions, and I'm sure her perfectionist attitude will be just what is needed to make sure it's useful. Maybe by summer we should have something we can work at deploying on a test basis around Maresia.
Note to self: While on my rounds, keep a look out for sensible ponies of good character to aid the mayors in implementing the laws. Ones who can read for a start. Also a few observant ponies who can help collect evidence. For them, reading is not required, but useful.
Authors Note: I was writing a much longer entry for later on in the in-universe year, then realised Celestia would never let this date pass without comment. So I had to put together an entry for it, but that's why it's so soon, and so short. Some more world building coming up next so expect a rather more substantial post next time.
I've worked out a calendar in self defence, but it refers to events that haven't happened yet. I will point out one thing, the Day of Foals is the spring equinox, and the Day of Ancestors the autumn equinox. One celebrates new life, the other the lives of ponies that have passed on. A sort of balance, if you will. And yes, the Day of Ancestors will eventually become Nightmare Night.
Goldamon X – I don't often do this, but I have to ask, and your lack of signing in forces me to use the story to do so. How is my work non-canon? I've tried hard to keep it consistent.