Would…

The unicorn sits on her perch, her muzzle scrunched up in frustration. The poor unicorn mare couldn’t seem to find the words.

If I could jus-

The mare’s magic fails, her pen dropping to the hardwood floor with a clickety-clack.

Damn it!

The mare groans, unable to keep her focus on the task at hoof.

This mare, the librarian of the Ponyville Library, is working on a project for her mentor, Princess Celestia. The project is to show her ability to understand the language they speak, showing how words are communicated among other ponies by applying real world situations in an academic journal study format. It is also to prove to her mentor that Equestria is able to formulate proper sentences without much grammar errors.

Could…

The unicorn, now lying down on her couch, stares at her notebook of ideas, attempting to come up with an idea that will allow her to prove this to her mentor. She needs the proof, the experiences, the…

Should…

“I got it!” the mare shouts, her eyes wide, her face no longer contorted. The mare’s sudden giddiness awakens a young dragon from its peaceful slumber; the sudden scream from the floor above shatters the excited mare’s emotional high.

“My bad!” she shouts upstairs, sorry for her obnoxious yell to the heavens above, praising them for finally giving her the idea of the century. The mare shrinks down, her hooves closing in on herself as if she was hiding from her parents for doing something bad. She continues this as she hears a sudden stomping of a certain dragon, who was pissed at the mare for waking him up. Each time he stepped down another step, the sound of his feet impacting the floor intensified every step he took. It was, as if, the earth was shaking due to his stomping in rage. He angrily walks over to his ‘boss’, his eyes narrow and his body tense.

This whole persona changes after the dragon’s eyes lie on the mare, who was curled up in a ball on the couch.

The dragon’s glare softens, his shoulders retreat back to normal, and his countenance showing full concern for the innocent librarian. The dragon slowly approached her, his pitter patter of his footsteps now close to silent. With a tone similar to how one talks to their new young pet, the dragon asks, “Are you alright, Twilight?”

The mare in question looks up over her curled position, seeing the dragon over her hooves. “Yes,” she replies, pausing for a brief moment. Her gaze shifts from her faithful assistant to her pictures on the walls that surround her. The pictures of several famous authors, actors and celebrities have marked their spot on the wall from their visits. As she approached the middle, the largest painting of them all stood above the doorway. Princess Celestia, a magnificently majestic creature, is the character in the painting, her long flowing hair gently flowing in the calm breeze. The colors in her mane looking bright and sharp. Her eyes and facial expression, the two features both soft and caring. The picture really depicts the behavior of a mellow, calm, strong leader, one who could make many bow to her command based on her looks. Her dreadfully soft tones could shake one’s body to the core.

“Are you worrying about Celestia again?”

The unicorn’s sudden daydream shatters around her, her spacey behavior causing her to shake her head. “No,” she lied, unable to admit to her assistant that she worries about her everyday. Why does she rule her country almost alone? Even with Luna back, she seems to be more and more stressed out…

The mare ponders over her thoughts, curious as to why her mind betrayed Princess Luna’s efforts. She has been gone for a thousand years, and with the few years of experience shes gained from being a princess--not counting the times where she asked Celestia for help--she’s able to deal with most ponies at night, and do other nightly duties that once clouded Celestia daily. Twilight knew all of this, her mentor told her about her daily struggles when Luna was not present in the castle. Apparently, Luna was prancing in the flowers or something, Twilight forgot why.

Despite this, she had a lot of respect for Princess Luna. So why did her brain still think Celestia is still stressed out and alone?

Simple.

She just can’t find the words.

Would….

“I can’t figure out why I’m worrying about her,” the mare finally says softly, her words rolling of her tongue. “It just doesn’t make sense.”

The dragon sighs, approaching the couch his unicorn friend is currently sitting. “You want to talk about it?”

The mare sighs just as much, not wanting to go into her confusing mind to simply ramble about mumbo-jumbo. “I don’t know.” Spike, just leave it be…

The dragon sits down on the couch, causing the furniture to commit to his form, allowing him to sink into the comfy comforts that it has to offer. “Well,” he states. “It’s not good to hold things in like this.”

Twilight sits up, feeling uncomfortable lying down on the couch with her friend close by. Hogging all the room is a bad idea. “I know, Spike,” the mare starts. “I just…”

The dragon’s glare fixes on the unicorn’s face, his eyes searching in hers for any signs of worry, regret, or sadness. “You just?”

The unicorn looks down, trying to peel the dragon’s gaze away from hers. “I just don’t know.”

Could…

Spike leans forward, trying to find his friend’s eyes once again. He finally finds them, the eyes stare intensely at the ground. “Yes you do,” he says while wrapping an arm around his best friend. “You always know what to say.”

“No…” Twilight replies, her voice trailing off, unable to find the correct words to say.

“No, what?” The dragon questions, his eyes now transfixed to hers.

“I-I can’t!” The mare shouts suddenly, the dragon body becomes tense, his positioning falters, causing him to fall flat on his face.

The dragon picks himself off the ground, turning around to see his friend, her nervous facial expression making him feel uneasy. “You can’t?” Spike says in disbelief, still confused by sudden outburst from his caretaker.

“Yes, I just can’t! I don’t know!” I’m pathetic.

“Twilight! Yes you can!”

The unicorn, now panicking, gallops past the puzzled dragon, racing up the stairs in a breakneck pace. The mare takes no heed of the dragon, who is yelling up at her now, screaming her name. She quickly runs up to her door and glares at it, the door enveloping it a violet aura. The door suddenly opens with the aura quickly fading away, allowing for Twilight to enter. In just a blink of an eye, the mare sprints in the room and shuts the doors with a loud smack. Quickly thinking, the mare locks the door with her magic, the same violet aura fiddles with the locking mechanism.

All the while, Spike--with a delayed reaction-- runs up after the mare, hoping to help his friend out. When he sees her inside the room the doors still open, he attempts to make a futile attempt to get in the room to comfort her. Unfortunately, the door slams shut, the locks locking in all the right places. The dragon sighs and retreats downstairs, there’s no way he can talk to a mare who is on the edge.

As Twilight hears the pitter patter of the dragon’s feet fading away, she begins to think about her situation. She can’t find the words.

Should...

Why am I worrying about her so much?

As the unicorn ponders over the question, she, unconsciously, trots her way over to the balcony of her room. She walks out onto her balcony, shifting her gaze skywards. The world around her, so crisp and full of quality. The colors, the vibrant shades bursting into one’s eyes. The various lines and colors make up the world around her. She can see the wondrous shades of blue, red, green, yellow, orange; all, of which, astounded her to the highest degrees. All the colors, they make her day so great and she can’t help but smile at the beauty of the world she lives in.

She begins to unfocus from the colorful outlook, taking in her surroundings in a more normal view. The buildings around her, all different shapes and forms. The ponies, their different colored coats set apart each other from another. The atmosphere, so calming yet loud due to ponies out and about, enjoying the day.

The unicorn mare takes a deep breath, air circulating through her nostrils. She likes sitting out here. It allowed her to take all the stress she accumulated throughout the day and release it in a calm stable manner.

I know why…

The unicorn’s eyes widen, her expression full of shock.

Because…

She quickly rushes out of her room, her face still in shock.

I…

As the doors swing open, the mare shouts out, “Spike!”

The dragon, who is now sitting downstairs on the couch, jumps ups, runs up the stairs, and stands in front of her, saluting her. “Yes?”

“I know why!” she announced loudly, proud of her accomplishment.

“Why?”

“Take a letter.”

The dragon’s eyes widen, realizing the issue at hand. He quickly pulls out the emergency letter taking kit and equips his pen and paper. With both readied, he nods at his friend.

“Now give me the paper.”

“What?”

The dragon, now frozen in confusion, doesn’t understand what the heck she just said.

“Spike,” the mare whines. “Give me the paper and pen, I have to write to Celestia.”

“But,” the dragon says, startled. “Don’t I usually take letters for you?”

No shit, but I got to write this one Spike.

“Of course,” Twilight announces, attempting to say it politely. “But I need to take this one. It’s personal.”

The dragon sees the impatient look he was getting and shies away, handing the paper and pen to Twilight.

The mare quickly grabs the two items with her magic. She brings her gaze to Spike’s once again and smiles. “Thank you.”

Seeing her genuine smile made Spike feel better, his uneasy rocketing away to a distant planet far far away. “No problem.”

The dragon then walks away, gently stepping downstairs, leaving the mare to her own devices.

The mare sighs, turning back around to enter her room once again. She slowly approaches her desk, lays the items on the desk, and sits on the chair.

With her magic, she begins to write:

Dear Princess Celestia,

This isn’t your normal friendship report. I could should I would like to tell you what I learned today. But, I thought about it. Every day it’s the same old report. It always starts out with “today I learned x, y, and z.”, and then it always ends with “from your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle”. With this, I’m just going to write one phrase, one simple yet helpful phrase that will hopefully bring a smile to your face. This one phrase has been something that has been bothering me and I just wanted to let you know about it.

I hope you’re ready for it.

Here it comes.

You’re not alone.

Because I know you wouldn’t, couldn’t, and shouldn’t be alone.

Why?

Because I’m here. I’m always a letter away.

That’s what I learned.

I learned that I would, could, and should write to you more often.

Also, can we meet in Canterlot for lunch?

That would be nice.

From your friend,

-Twilight Sparkle

The mare puts down her pen, holds up the letter up to find any errors, and then picks it up, heading out the door to find her assistant. “Spike?”

“Yes?” The dragon said, lounging on the couch once again.

“Send this off to Celestia for me, please.”

“You bet!”

With the flame of a dragon, the letter is sent off to her mentor.

Princess Celestia, worn out due to today’s duties, now lays in her royal couch, reading through the letters she received from her royal subjects. Most of them were spam, either asking her to send money to some rich prince is Yodeling Province, or to ask her if she’s had her undercarriage checked by a doctor.

Why am I getting so much spam?

After reading through majority of the mail, she decides to take a short break. Unfortunately for her, she felt a strange feeling enter her midst as if its knocking, asking for permission to enter.

Must be my student.

She quickly embraces the feeling, allowing for it to enter.

In a flash, a letter appears right on her face. Using her magic, she levitates the letter away from her face. She unravels it and opens it up, reading the letter to the fullest.

Then, she lightly places the letter to the side of her, away from the other letters of spam and hatred.

The largest smile Celestia’s ever had adorns her face.