The process of tea-drinking is a very tedious but rewarding process, requiring masterful control of either your magic or your hooves. As the tea poured from the small ivory kettle, Celestia had to giggle a bit and remembering that lesson. Maybe it is a form of culture, but something as trivial as drinking tea may not be as cultured as her old friend Starswirl thought it would be.

As she put the ivory teacup up to her lips, she affably tilted the cup in a 35 degree tilt. Not 34 degrees, not 36 degrees, but only 35 degrees. Might as well honor his memory like this, she thought.

"Sister! We require your assistance!" A booming voice was heard from the other room. Celestia raised her right brow in confusion. Luna's use of the Royal Canterlot voice was all but trained out of her, so Luna regressing back into the loud tone meant there may be trouble.

When Celestia entered her sister's room, she was treated to the sight of the princess of the night, the former enemy known as Nightmare Moon, stuck in a fetal position at the center of the room. Instantly, Luna stood up and rushed almost right up to Celestia's muzzle, causing her big sister to back up one step.

"You have to help me, sister! This is a grave disturbance!" Luna exasperated in a lower tone.

"What seems to be the matter, dear Luna?" Celestia asked.

"What seems to be the matter?! What seems to be the matter, she says! You must be able to see the matter with thine own eyes!" Luna walked back to the center of the room, and sat down with her chest puffed forward, and a worried glance towards Celestia. The Princess of the Sun examined her sister, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

"I'm.. I'm not sure what is the matter you are worried about. Is it that you haven't gained any weight since your reformation? I assure you, sister, wide girth is not a wanted physical trait anymore, even if some of the nobles would testify against that with their own presence."

"It is nothing to do with my size! And I'm not of the right mind of whether thou meant the comment as a compliment or an insult."

"In these times, low weight is a compliment, unleeeess it is an extremely and unhealthy low weight, in which case one would want to advise a trip to a doctor rather than insult someone on their low weight."

"humph, must I spell it out for you then?!"

"Spell what out, my dear sister?"

"My coat! My flanks! They have changed colors! I seem as if I am a walking crown!" Luna raised her hooves in the air in frustration. Celestia could only raise her right brow, while tilting her head.

"I... do believe you are your colors, sister. What colors do you see yourself?" Celestia asked.

"Some manipulation of clean ivory and royal gold! Do thou say you cannot see my new and unwanted coat!?"

"Calm down Luna, you are slipping into the old language. No, I do not see you as 'a walking crown', I see you as your colors of the night."

"THOU...ehem, you surely must jest, my dear sister!"

"No, I do not 'jest', dear sister. And now the modern equivalent is 'kid', or in the process of 'kidding'."

"I DO NOT CARE FOR THY LESSONS IN PRESENT SPEECH, CELESTIA! I CARE OF MY NEW COAT!" Luna screamed in the Royal Canterlot voice, causing her sister to smother her ears to heal the ringing in them.

"What seems to be the matter, Your Majesty? You haven't yelled like that since the first time one of the male guards came into your room to bring you tea. We're still trying to heal his ears by the way, my princess, but his mother is content with the agreement of funds to be paid in his absence and oh dear..." A light brown unicorn with a grey wig walked into the room, stopping at the sight of Luna. "Your majesty, I realize that you want to endear to your citizens, but even a dyed coat like that won't do much. I doubt that they even wouldn't laugh at you, much more taunt you!"

It took Luna only three seconds before she bursted into tears and ran into her washing room nearby, slamming the door.

"Sir Watch, what have we said about tact with Luna!? Yes, you can add a little bit of honest opinion when addressing me, but you must be careful around my sister! She is in a fragile state, and her visits by the royal psychologist is only just beginning to rebuild her psyche."

"I...I am terribly sorry princess. But you must agree that those colors are laughable, much less unhealthy in a perceptive sense," Sir Watch replied.

"No, I do not, because I only currently see her natural colors of the night, blue and black. Something is amiss here, Sir, and I have to ask that you send a report to Fluttershy to request Discord's presence. He is the only explaination I have for this trouble." Just then, they heard a cry of joy eminating from the washing room. Luna stepped out.

"Have no fear, Celestia and slave! My natural colors have returned!" Luna walked to the center of the room, and puffed her chest out with a satisfied smile.

"Wonderful Princess! And they are shining too! Though I must remind you that I am not a slave, and that you must refrain from addressing me with that title," Sir Watch smiled and looked up to his princess of the sun, who held a straight complexion but with widened eyes.

"Wow. You were right, Sir Watch. She does look ugly," Celestia finally remarked in a straight tone.

"What.. well... comments about your size should be considered insults then!" Luna replied, with a horrified expression from the words of her sister.

"Wait, what do you meant by that?!" Celestia momentarily forgot the strange sight of gold and white in front of her and marched up to her sister, and Sir Watch silently wondered if the room suddenly became a little bit hotter.

"I say what I say, dear sister. You are gobbling up those cakes of yours like a noble's son's wealth."

"And just what does thou insinuate about me?" Celestia lowered her voice to a lower, and darker tone. Both sisters' eyes were now just a few inches from each other, both seething glares, while both of their horns were glowing in ready positions. Sir Watch was now certain the room became inexplicably hotter.

"If you cannot understand the implication, we suppose that we must indeed spell it out for thee, and we will spell it in a word that seems to be the insult in this day and age..."

"Do it. I dare you." The white diarch had her haunches raised, as did her sister's.

"Celestia, my sister of the sun. You are...

eff...

ey..."

ENOUGH!" Sir Watch yelled. He quickly tried to defuse the escalating situation, before Nightmare Moon the sequel happened in the room he currently stood in. He pushed the two princesses away from each other, and began to lecture goddesses.

"You two are sisters! Family! Celestia, you tell me about tact, yet you are quick to insult and then fight your sister even after a short time of Luna coming back from what was probably the most regretted mistake in her life!? And Luna, you can't just think for one second how Celestia was just shocked, and instead of innocently berating her you insult her about a very delicate issue?! Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves!" Both princesses bowed their heads in shame. This was both a sad and confusing situation, and the fact that they quickly turned to fighting reminded them that they still needed to fix and repair the bond they had as sisters before.

"Ehem, ignoring the fact that I just berated two of the most powerful creatures in existence, Celestia, you see Princess Luna as her weird colors, correct?" Sir Watch gestured with his hoof toward Luna.

"No, now I see her as her regular colors," Celestia replied.

"Well, now we, er, I see mine own coat has been switched to the colors of gold and white again," Luna gave an unamused frown at her reflection in the mirror next to the door to her washing room.

"Hmm... Perhaps we need some more opinions on the matter..." Sir Watch mused.

"Ooo, I know! Quickblade! Iron Hoof! Can you two come into the room?" Luna called out to the door to her room. A moment later, the two guards stationed at the front of her room entered. One of them widened his eyes.

"Princess! Have you dyed your coat? It looks...uh, lovely!" one of the guards remarked.

"Uh, dude. She hasn't dyed anything. At least, nothing noticeable to our eyes, if you wish for me to be honest, your highness," the other guard sheepishly smiled. His friend gave a glare to him.

"You aren't seeing the gold and white princess in the center of the room, dude?"

"I see a white princess. I don't see a gold princess. I also don't see a gold and white princess."

"So you see Princess Luna in her original form while your friend sees her in a weird gold and white coat, correct?" Sir Watch asked.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Hmm... this is a most interesting problem. Celestia, perhaps Discord may be to blame for this. I'll send a message to his keeper, Fluttershy. Let's meet up with him in the royal gardens, so as not to attract suspicion from some of the nobles."

"Excellent idea, slave!-"

"Advisor."

"-Advisor! If Discord is not the problem, mayhaps the solution. Or some form of solution. Come, advisor and sister! We must await the Draconequis's arrival!" Luna stood up from her spot and walked out the door, with .

"Guards, stay here for a moment," Celestia asked the two guards following Luna. They looked at each other with worry before standing at attention for Celestia.

"How was the name change?" Celestia asked.

"Name... change, your highness?"

"Yes, your name changes. A few days ago, I knew you two as Sea Breeze and Cranks. Now Luna calls you 'Iron Hoof' and 'Quickblade'. And so I ask, how was the name change?"

"uh, it, uh, went well?" one of the guards said.

"Sister! What are you waiting for?" Luna called out.

"I'll be right there, Luna! We will discuss your... guard duties for Princess Luna after this matter is settled." With a glare, she stood up and trotted out of the room, leaving the two guards alone to their thoughts.

"So... You want to go see how our 401K's are doing?" one of them asked.

"I think that's a good idea," the other guard replied. The two guards quickly walked out of the room, with one slowly closing the door.

Author's Notes:

I'll try to get the next chapter done by this weekend.

Also, I accept XKCD as my savior from this madness.