Dear Twilight,

Thank you, our mother always said that she could see the beauty of the night's skies in my eyes when Celestia and I were younger, and I'm always happy to remember her. It is rather hard to believe that it has been so many centuries since last we talked. I wish so much that I could find her smiling face when I walk the halls late at night, but it can never be. Maybe someday in the future I will be able to see her again, but as Mending Frost put it "for now I have miles to go before I sleep, and promises to keep".

It is not so terrible in the early morning, or late evening when the others are still active, but it is in the middle hours of the night that I find myself longing for others. Perhaps I should sign myself up for one of those "pen-pal exchange programs" Celestia suggested, it might just help me pass the time on those lonely nights. Though I must admit, none of them could possibly match the flame that you have lit in my heart with the 'spark' of your friendship. I am certain that if my sister did, she understood. In fact, I have it on good authority she used to sleep through our tutoring sessions when we were fillies. Now I shan't reveal my source, but I trust her implicitly.

I hope that you do not mind how forward I was, but I did ask my sister if she knew of any drawings performed by you and your friends, and as luck would have it she had them all pulled aside from a search of her own. Apparently she was reminiscing about the old days when you used to need her help to read a book, and felt the need to be nostalgic. I have to say you were quite the little artist...

It is not every day that one sees a three foot long mural done entirely in hoof-paints after all. I have attached a few sectional copies so that you could join me in enjoying this masterpiece. Did you really think that Celestia had nothing but books in her castle? I also included a few copies of the work your friends sent in, I hope that all of you love them as much as I am, and as much as you did when you first sent them in.

I hope that I can earn the love and appreciation of Equestria, and redeem myself after the horrendous way I acted while as Nightmare Moon, if some of the ponies wish to show me that I have done so by sending me artwork, I would be more than overjoyed to receive them.

You honor me to be the topic of conversation among your friends, and I hope that I continue to provide you with such wonderful vistas and topics to cover. The filly scouts? I just read about them earlier today, were you one? I could just see you in a cute little beret and sash trotting house to house with a little wagon of Mint Wafers, Shortbread Haystacks, Nickerdoodles, and other cookies. I would wager that you had every merit badge.

If it is the hill that I remember seeing, then you should have a magnificent view if you look about ten degrees eastward of Canterlot. And remember to have fun with it, maybe you could tell some of those scary ghost stories, or talk about whom you have crushes on... or so Celestia tells me is proper during those events.

She also suggested that I might be able to have some friends over for my birthday, but I do not believe that it is proper to celebrate one's a pony of my age's birthday in such a manner. More than that, I really cannot take the time away from my duties for an event like that. I would dearly love to spend time with you and your friends, maybe even earn the right to call them friends of my own, but I cannot see that as feasible at this time. I pray you understand. I also pray that your friend Applejack does not truly throw me a parade for that, it seems a bit odd for being a reason to throw a parade to me.

I apologize for my careless remarks Twilight, I did not know that you had lost your parents at such an early age. Has Celestia given you any indications as to whom they might have been? I suppose not, you do not seem the type to ask, and she would not bring up a painful subject like that unless you had. Please forgive me for being intrusive.

I dearly wish that I could see the night through the eyes of others once in a while, to see how they perceive it. To see if they would like a touch less blackness here, a smidgen more violet hue there, a sprinkling more of stars along this elevation, or perchance a fraction more visible moon. All of these are things I must consider and weigh while planning out the presentation for the next night.

William Shakeshorn was a brilliant writer, however as you might have noticed, I have attempted to catch up on literary advances through the ages I lost. It may seem foolish, but I believe that there are several things to be learned by the pen beyond simply facts. One can learn much about the hopes and dreams of a time by reading of their foremost literary works. As for the sonnet, I believe that he produced it as part of his proposal plan, would that not be amazing? Having somepony write you a sonnet, just to propose to you?

I believe that our bonds are actually reforming stronger than before, I cannot believe how much I have missed her love and prescense until I was brought back to my senses by you and your friends. She even sat up with me for a few hours a couple nights ago talking when I could tell that she was obviously tired from her long day. It was very sweet of her to do so, and I left her a special present for the morning. I believe she liked them, for she had them placed in a vase in the center of the main dining hall.

Let us not speak of those painted ponies again, apparently there is a worse version of mimes. These are brightly colored and make noises. I do hope that I did not offend them when I ran off, but I did have some important duties to attend to. Under my blankets. Clutching my teddy.

Would you be a dear and forward a list of these establishments that you refuse to eat at? I am also most curious as to why you would refuse to provide them with your business, but I will not press for the information if you would rather not give it freely.

Those young fillies, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, sound like adorable little angels. I believe that I would dearly love to meet them should I ever make a return to Ponyville. It sounds as though they have had several adventures of their own, I hope that they do take the time to enjoy life while they're young and do not attempt to rush to grow up. Sometimes I wish I could turn back the hands of time and return to when Celestia and I were little foals running around in the hills surrounding Paradise Valley.

Oh, but listen to me ramble on about ancient history. Someday I really must get Celestia to sit down with me and talk about the time before we were the Princesses you know and worship.

A midnight carnival? Oh that sounds rather lovely. I have never been to one of the daylight ones, but I would suggest saving those for a full moon. It would be so nice to have the light to see through the night without all the harshness some of those fairy-lanterns cause.

So that is what Ms. Maron was referring to when she talked about fangirl gushing, Celly told me privately that she was having trouble following her as she was speaking so fast. I am certain that the Grand Galloping Gala shall not be an event to miss, though perhaps not for the reasons others are thinking of.

I must say that I believe you do yourself a disservice when assuming that the pictures are doctored simply because you do not feel you are as impressive as reality shows you to be. That is a matter I wish to comment on shortly. However, before that I wish to know, do you believe that Miss Rarity would be ideal for the next commission my sister and I have for updating our regal attire, especially for those long, boring meetings we have to attend.

Back to the subject of you, I have taken the opportunity to read through the letters you have sent my sister, which she collects beside the throne, as well as some incident reports from the local authority. I notice a distinct lack of the roles you and your friends play in the incidents surrounding those mentioned in your letters. You have subdued an Ursa Minor, escaped a hydra, convinced a dragon to relocate, bested a pack of diamond dogs, and several other remarkable feats that barely even gain a mention in your letters.

You really should be prouder of yourself, your friends, and all of your achievements. I know that you are used to being praised for your intelligence from my sister, so allow me to praise you for how beautiful you and your friends were. You in particular seemed to shimmer like the very stars of the night itself. Please do not speak down of yourself, for you are a beautiful, intelligent, powerful, and amazing young mare. It pleases me to no end to claim to know you.

I apologize for being so terse in my wording, but I feel that you truly do yourself, and your friends, a great disservice by not being honest with how amazing you are. I hope you do not decide to choose to not share a prance with me, but I can understand that you would feel offended and not want to prance with somepony that's being bossy like that. The walk int he garden sounds wonderful, and I am told that the gardens are usually empty during the middle of the Gala. If your friend Fluttershy is there, I am sure that it would be no problem for us to talk. Perhaps towards the end of our conversation Fluttershy can join us, but the start I believe should be private. If that would be agreeable with you.

Yes, I did mean your dream of prancing upon the surface of the moon. There are few views that I could consider a match for the beauty that I saw from there, but there are some. As for describing it, why not simply let it wash over you? There is no need to always describe things to others, especially with these picture devices that I have seen. Cameras, I believe they are called.

Indeed, friends are wondrous, and I am thankful that you chose to share the blessing with me.

Thank you always,
Luna Starlight

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