[I will reply to this, but we will finished this thread. I refuse to leave threads unfinished and the others we have done are not. Don't worry about them~ Just finish this, 'cause it will be comical and awesome. <3 ]
The princess had been wandering around early in the morn, having fallen asleep on the short of the beach from her previous night. Luna was by no means a day time person, considering for decades she rose with the moon and her job was to, in fact, draw the moon across the sky in place of the sun. She awoke for meetings in the day as necessary for a princess to do, and she did not mind them for she was glad to look upon the faces of her pony subjects from earth, sky, or water. However, she only spent the bare minimum awake at those times as she really needed her rest in order to oversee all of Equestria each night.
So here, without her darling castle with her bedroom shrouded and magically enhanced to keep the sun's light away, and having fallen asleep on the sand, she was up with the first ray over the horizon. Now, she ran her bizarre fingers (ponies did not have fingers and thus, bizarre) through her disheveled and sandy year, stopping on the sidewalk as she heard something. Singing? Her dark eyes looked around at this place and she recognized it, upon closer inspection, a rundown little house. Luna did not know it were a church, despite the obvious symbols, without having read the sign. She nodded, figuring that was a portion of the owner's name.
To what did a pony have a church for? Ponies believed in the princesses!
Quietly on her bare feet, Luna walked up into the building, opening the door quietly. She was dressed horribly for Sunday service, wearing exactly two pieces of clothing. The first, being a white tank top that was both too large and too small on her frame, needing the wide gap between the shoulder straps for her elegant dark blue wings to fit through--her wings were currently collapsed, hiding beneath her mass of brown hair, and the second being a pair of tiny black cotton shorts. Much of her mocha skin had been brushed away of the sand, but obvious signs remained on her clothes or the back of her arms or legs where she had missed.
Not to interrupt the man, but rather because the body needed to, Luna coughed behind a hand. Her eyes blinked and she met Neil's embarrassed and apologetic look with one of her own.
"Thou did not wakest us up--" Luna made another face of the same kind, and tilt her head. "I was...already awake, is what I mean to say," her voice became soft and innocent, very sweet and kindly. She was having a hard time adjusting despite all of the ponies helping back home.
"You were singing fine. Why do you sing this early hour?"