{princessofthenightsky} became the unlucky target
ᒥ ∽♔∽ ᒧ Reformed chaos. This was the title binding Discord to a life of goody-goody behaviour and the unbreaking ties of friendship. Though this typically meant he’d try his best to behave, this didn’t mean he couldn’t occasionally have a little; harmless fun. Each time he decided to prank, it’d be a different pony that he’d pick. Tonight most of his potential victims slumbered, all except one, who stood watch through the darkest hours. Of course Discord could hardly help himself from teleporting a few floors below her watchtower balcony and moving to realign the stars in his image. He had been mumbling a possible rhyme to himself in hopes of finding one that would perfectly capture what exactly his prank was to accomplish. With a large grin he finally spoke with gusto and pride;
❝Princess of the night, to give or take. An honour or a cursed fate? Ponies sleeping far and wide and slumbering from your moonlit side. Now above your stars align to a creature of a greater design. Now dear Luna, how do you fare, to a friend, not foe, who’s starlit reflection you now stare?❞
