I have been afforded time to think, water to drink, and life enough to be here. Huzzah.
Still working on words about what the Silver Key means, how it is, and what it might afford.
In the end, I feel there are two things I want to highlight though. One being outlined in the text and the other being... the outline of the text? Hard to explain, too broad. I'll start with the simpler bit.
Do we also need Moth, Edge and Winter Sacraments to teach Luna lvl 5 Lore? Or does she learn Sacraments differently?
I do not believe Sacraments work the same as the rest. They are both personal and very sharp? Delicate? Fragile? Spiderwebs are both impossibly strong and incredibly frail, it has that attribute.
Sacraments are... Not quite an understanding. It's not something taught or something learned. It's an understanding, yes, but not something that can be given. What was the phrase... "Can lead a horse to water, but can't make it drink?" Or if you want a more modern example, "I can tell you every, but I can't make you want to know."
Sacraments are built on an understanding, on a desire, and a curiosity. A Hunger, if you forgive the Grail color to it. They are made of that want, rooted in an understanding that is half acceptance and half understanding. But that's also not why I don't think we can offer Sacraments like this.
Forgive the Edge, but they are scars.
"The first point o' no return for ev'ry adept is mental. Ye reach it when yer mind lets go o' th' desire tae return. Bo' this… this is more… This next step is a sacrifice. Et's self-mutilation. Et's the loss of the ability itself o' returnin'. Even if ye come tae regret yer decisions, even if ye burn away yer knowledge an' yer power an' yer realization, ye'll be incapable o' coming back."
Self Mutilation. Not a word used lightly. And given what we see from The Silver Key, not inaccurate. To be burnt away, cut and boiled down into the Right Shape, made into something shaped like something more, yet less.
Power has costs. And I don't think Velvet would ask Luna to wound herself like that, if Luna was even prepared for it in the first place.
And...
It's... That.
This, niggling, tingling, squirming and dawning thought that's been in the back of my mind since ... The Masters death to be honest. This squirming, fleshy almost certainly that gives me pause, that I'm still not sure it's right to say.
But with thought of Sacraments, and giving these burdensome boons, these wounds, I don't think I can sit on it now.
I think Velvet doesn't think the world is wrong.
She knows things. The way the world used to be. The way it is. The change that was wrought it, even if not how or why. She knows the Old Ways, and has grown to know them more and more. And she was born into this New World, and it's many ways. And she doesn't see it as wrong, even now.
Maybe mislead, maybe disempowered but...
Look at her family. Yes, family, but that's not the thing I'm pointing at. Look at her relationship with the Lore and her family. She didn't share it freely, openly when it all began. She didn't cave and given them secrets of power and mystery when it might be at risk. She didn't offer them the tools to victory and control in the modern age for purpose of subjugation and rule, nor for authority and power. She gave them only when it became a risk not to do so. She told and shared more... because it is the duty of a mother to prepare her children for the world. Because it was a gift she could give. Not because it was authority or power to be wielded.
Look... look at the princesses. Selene, the daughter. Why? Why steal away the Moon in the Sky and shelter it? Not because it was wrong in her eyes, nor that it's duty was poorly filled, but because... she wanted them to succeed. And the world was more dangerous than she knew. Because the world and all its secrets contained horrors more that just dreams. She didn't want to supplant the order of things, but to reinforce it. Not with control by her hoof and her will, but with... the shape of the world that already is. Only strengthened by laws long since forgotten.
Look at the Regrettable Actions. Selfish, all, but two rooted in more than just self preservation. A door made up of slaughter, called the right path, the just way to authority. An institute of the old way that demanded death. That demanded for the right to rule, one must understand the weight of such actions. Selfish, naive and to her own order, she struck the door. No more would die by it's decree. The world suffered, but hers was a want that the world stay. And The Master. That... That something should steal away in the body of another. That the companionship of a friend, of a companion, should be stolen away. Someone as much as some thing infesting in the soul of what she knew was meant to be something beautiful for this world. Some hand in the order of this world. She did not stand, and lacking the power herself to change it, changed the world. For the worse, but with a heart intent on something else.
Look at The Lunar Bureau. Here, at the seat of power, this was not a place build by her own hoof. It is not somewhere that she rose through the ranks by her authority and her guile. It is not a place of power she stole from the brightest and best, leveraging tools more powerful than they could scarce imagine. It is not a cult she has crafted to her own ends. It is an institution that she was given the reigns of, and that she attempts to lead. A place given by friends in high places, she attempts to reign both justly and carefully. Endear herself to the people of it, yes, but she has done her utmost to not break with the tenants. To not break the truth and purpose of it. The allyship with the Solar Court, the best and the brightest personally vetted, the people sent off to fight monsters both known and unknown. She herself views the place not as hers even, but that she is preparing them for Luna's reign in it's halls. Never once has it been shown she views it as... hers forever. That she wants to steal it away. It was a gift made from one sister to the other after all.
I am rambling at this point, but, I don't think Velvet believes the world is wrong. She has come very very close on a number of occasions. But the Velvet I see, the person we have all built?
She doesn't look like someone willing to throw it all away for her own gain. She doesn't look like the person to scar her children to give them power.
She doesn't want the old world. She does not long for The Moon, nor does she long for Harmony to supplant. But she... You see what I'm saying, yes?
She is willing to shoulder burdens she would not place on others. She wanted to appologize to Selene for giving them the Name's Bindings. She....
Where was it.
The one with a single marble statue, of a white alicorn, currently placed over the icy peaks of the Yaket Range.
She would have known what to do… of course she would, but Princess Celestia is not here, she can't afford to be here. You can surmise, if that statue truly represents her current position, that she has taken upon herself to search the farthest and most dangerous places, and that corroborates with the rumors you heard about the Princess not having been seen in Canterlot for weeks now.
Honestly... this whole mess was borne from ponies having too many good intention, and not enough worry about planning on how to get things done. But ponies can be like that sometimes…
She chooses to continue ruling ponykind, she chooses to keep raising the sun and moon, and to care for the mortal affairs of ponies. She chooses to carry the weight of the whole world on her back.
In fact, this whole search, her own efforts in it, might be the only bit of selfishness that she has allowed herself in centuries. The one defiance she has made against her own rules, because they involve the one pony she would be willing to break them for.
And you believe her, out of some instinct that you can't rightly name, as if it was in your very nature to trust her completely.
The next moment, she is gone, the inward puff of a vacuum being filled by air announcing her departure, leaving you and Shining Armor in the silent hall.
It would only be hours later, when you were back on your bed, that you would realize that you are not sure, in all honesty, if…
If Princess Celestia was telling you the truth, in her promise.
Or if she was merely comforting you, speaking a lie to make you feel better as a parent might do to comfort their foals.
She, Velvet, Agrees.
That is the Velvet I see.