"I cannot," she repeats the phrase. "Only you know how to solve this, Silverstream. The answer is buried deep within yourself." Luna rises, a wing sweeping forward move @mlp_SilverS_ back towards her bubble. "You must face your fears."

"You cannot. You are not meant to be here. Luna's wings spread, locking @mlp_SilverS_'s movement forward. "They only have as much power as you give them. They cannot hurt you if you do not let them. You can do this."

Luna stops, her wings rotate @mlp_SilverS_ to face her. "Silverstream. Breathe. You /must/ go back. You have to trust me. They cannot hurt you."

Her hoof raises. "Remember what I have asked you." She pushes @mlp_SilverS_ over the edge.

The younger alicorn sometimes finds herself envious that her elder sister is able to so easily pass her duties off to 🌟Twilight Sparkle🌟.

The truth is she is not entirely retired, her duties are more than just signing papers and waving at ponies.

Donning her finest sunhat and umbrella, Luna mingles with the denizens at the festival.

Unfortunately, Luna is holding up the line for the fried milkshakes. She simply cannot fathom how one deep fries a milkshake.

Nonsense! We're on a "what colored phalanges do I have this month?"-basis.

My work schedule rarely line up.

She suspiciously takes a bite of the confection, rolling the wondrous sensation across her tastebuds. Luna points the popsicle stick threateningly at the vendor. "One day I will learn your ungodly secrets, miscreant."

"Perhaps you are right, Professor Dabble. Always the voice of reason, always when I need it," Luna inclines her horn to Dabble as the unicorn makes his way by.

She chuckles as Dabble departs. Such a free spirit! It's a shame he's scheduled for that recurring dream where he's stuck in a filing cabinet. Again.

You're welcome.

You're welcome.

You're welcome.