13th April
15:03 GMT -7
Luna manages to keep her nerve as I step forwards to
slightly discourage them. Children here
aren't afraid of me, but I register as 'adult' and 'authority' and they're not quite as eager to-.
"Mister Grayven?" A small girl points at Princess Luna as her mother catches up with her and gives me a slightly embarrassed smile. "Is that
your pony?"
The boy next to her stares at Luna. "Is it an
alien pony?"
I nod. "Technically, yes."
There's a small disruption at the back of the huddle as Clare and Sarah are gradually recognised by their peers and their peers' parents as being
my children and permitted closer. Lynne and my namesake are hanging back with the others, with Knockout keeping watch over the crowd of parents and children for potential attackers.
"Everyone, this is Princess Luna. Luna, these are the students and parents of Rifle, Colorado."
Luna metaphorically girds her caparisons and steps forward.
"SALUTATIONS, DIMINUTIVE HOMINIDS!"
Her legs are spread and braced against the playground tarmac, her wings are unfurled and on full display and by the Source I think my right ear is ringing.
The front rank of children stagger backwards into their wincing parents' legs. Even Clare and Sarah are cringing, their hands covering their ears.
"WE BRING WARM FELICITATIONS FROM OUR NATION OF EQUESTRIA, AND HOPE THAT WE MAY PROCEED IN THE SPIRIT OF FRIENDSHIP!"
She pauses for breath, and the crowd are torn between risking uncovering their ears or covering their ears
harder.
"Luna…" She turns her head towards me and I raise my eyebrows. "Volume..?"
"WE SPEAK WITH THE ROYAL CANTERLOT VOICE, WHEN…" She sighs. "When.. We.. hath no need to at all." She trots forward and extends her head towards a child with both arms over her head. "Art thou well, small child? Hath Our speech injured thine ears?"
The boy blinks at her and lowers his arms.
"You're a really loud horse."
"We are a pony."
The boy smiles.
"You're a really loud pony."
"Thou are suredly a most
astute human."
"You talk weird."
"We speak in the proper manner for an Equestian princess."
The girl next to him perks up.
"You're a
princess?"
Luna gives her a mildly puzzled look, then glances upward to check that her crown is still in place. "Doth thou not see the crown 'pon Our head?"
The boy looks thoughtful.
"I put a plastic crown on my dog's head one time. That didn't make
him a princess."
"Couldst thine crown'd canine
speak?"
"He barks."
"And didst thou understand his
meaning?"
"Ah… No? Not really."
"Then We shall continue to consider Ourself to be his superior."
The boy doesn't have a response, just taking a half-step back and shrugging. The small girl is already stepping forward to replace him, right hand nervously extended.
"Can I pet you?"
"We-. Ah…" Her ears twitch and I see her consider looking at me for support. "Are not
entirely averse to-"
The girl places her right hand on Luna's muzzle, causing Luna to momentarily go cross-eyed.
"-thine-. Yes, that…"
The girl sort of rubs the fur a little, while Luna… She's trying not to sneeze. I'm not sure whether that's due to the pressure on her nose or the scent of modern perfumed detergent.
"This is not quite-. Yes, that is Our nose. Do not wear it-"
And that's the cue the rest of the ragamob needs. The horde advances once more, lapping around Luna's sides to lay their hands… About as gently as could be expected, on her neck and barrel, with one or two of the braver souls daring to brush her darkly-feathered wings.
"-out."
I… Get ready to perform an emergency pony extraction if she gets distressed, but she.. seems to be handling-.
A different girl finds herself lifted into the air by Luna's thaumokinesis and brought to float in front of her face.
"Grooming Our pelt is acceptable, but pulling 'pon Our mane is not. Doth thou understand the difference?"
The girl nods shamefacedly.
"Very well."
Luna carefully sets her down a little back from the scrum, then notices that the children are now staring at her horn.
"You're a
magical pony?!"
"Didst Our wings and horn not providst thou with sufficient evidence?"
"I thought it was stuck on."
"Our horn is most assuredly affixed to Our face, in much the same manner that
thine nose is affixed to
thine own."
I step around the huddle of curious children and address their bemusedly smiling parents.
"Sell out toy for Christmas twenty twelve?" There's a quiet chuckle. "But seriously, there's a whole country of magical ponies where she's from. How do you feel about interplanar tourists?"
A fellow named Chet -his son Davis is friends with Stephan- waves his right hand at Luna.
"They all her size?"
"About half her size."
An amused hissing-exhalation whistles through his teeth. "Well, I don't think they'll cause much
trouble, but… Ah…"
And the children have lapped around to her haunches.
"I don't know if the kids'll be able to keep their hands off them. How'd you two meet?"
"Sunset-" Who is standing well back and letting events unfold. "-wanted to visit home, we bumped into each other in the palace. And now we're dating!"
Chet looks uncertain about that. "You're dating a horse?"
"I'm an alien dating an alien. Not all intelligent creatures are humanoid, you know. Heck, not all
Apokoliptians are humanoid."
Sunset reluctantly takes a step forward. "Yeah, in Equestria, most intelligent species have four legs. Not
all, but bipeds are pretty unusual. I think it's just yetis and minotaurs."
The first small girl stares at our equine guest. "Princess Luna?! Are you dating Mister Grayven?!"
"We have tentatively accepted him as our consort, though-."
"Oh?" I mug for the crowd. "Sounds like
I'm getting promoted this evening."
Luna's ears prick up, followed by the rest of her head as she glares at me.
"Thou art most certainly
not 'getting promoted', rapscallion!"
I bow my head in mock shame as my fellow parents laugh.
Demoted to 'thou'.
Darn.