Dear Princess Celestia,

I’m sorry that my letter was late this week. Unfortunately, my visit to Roam wasn’t all I expected it to be. It turns out that some things here are more than meets the eye. The Colosseum? You might want to send some of your guards out here to investigate. What I thought was simply a show with lions actually turns out to be something a lot less nice. I was mistaken for a simple forest beast when I came into Roam, and no amount of explanation got me out of the cage I was in. It took a bit of effort from my Pegasus Friend to find me, and help me escape, and I’ve been spending much of the last few days working my way out of town.

That being said, the city itself is beautiful. It’s very well designed (Which is why it was so hard for me to escape). The architecture is beautiful, and in some ways, reminds me of Canterlot. I wouldn’t suppose that you found inspiration for Canterlot from Roam? Or perhaps the other way around, maybe? The food here smells heavenly as well. During my escape, I managed to snag a bit of something called a ‘pizza’. It’s a large disk of bread covered in some kind of tangy sauce, and topped with vegetables and cheese. Maybe you should see if you can bring some of it to Canterlot sometime, I imagine it’d be a very big hit!

Just about everything in Roam is made with a kind of white marble they get from a nearby quarry. I’m amazed at how much they have accomplished given all they have to work with, and the artisans here have such an incredible eye for detail, it’s amazing. I’ve seen statues you could believe were living creatures! Unfortunately, their eye for color seems to fall squarely on the primary colors, there are great swaths of reds, yellows, and blues. I’ve managed to hide against some of the frescoes by posing against them and sending suggestions to ponies that happen nearby that I’m a part of one.

Coming back to the Colusseum, it seems to be their main source of entertainment. Everything from plays to combat takes place here. I would believe that the sands in the stadium are more than just a little stained with the blood of hapless combatants. Typically only ferocious beasts like Manticores, Bears, and Lions are made to fight each other. I’ve been told that death rarely occurs, and they always have unicorns on hand to ensure that the battles never last longer than they have to. Some of the beasts I was caged nearby were covered in scars and missing swaths of fur on their pelts and looked generally unhappy. At least they are fed well, to keep up their strength, but the impression I got from the captives was that this wasn’t a fun place to be.

I had almost given up hope when my pegasus friend found me. She managed to sneak in dressed as a citizen who was hoping to tour the facilities, and left me a small piece of wire with which I managed to jimmy the latch on the cage. I have such a headache, the Roaman guards have very guarded minds and making suggestions that I wasn’t there was very difficult and draining. If it wasn’t for snatches of this ‘pizza’, I would have been very weakened. Many of my cousins were there too, I imagine that I would have eventually been pitted against at least one of them. I’ve never been much of a fighter, Princess, none of my kind ever has if we can help it.

I’m going to be making my next destination the town of Fet Loch, across the mountains. Perhaps by dodging through the foothills and across the pass, I might lose any possible pursuit that may be out looking for me. I think I cost somepony a pretty bit by making my escape. Perhaps once there in Fet Loch, I can rest in the company of some friendlier ponies and recover my dignity. My pegasus friend will know where to find me, she’s been very helpful in guiding me on my way.

In this letter, I’m going to share with you my thoughts on Pinkie Pie. As uplifting and upbeat a pony she is, thinking about her will help make my journey easier and less harrowing.

Pinkamina Diane Pie, as I’ve been told her name is, is an incredibly energetic and enthusiastic pony. Her main reason for existence seems to be to bring about smiles and happiness to everypony she meets. Truly, her parties are legend, and it’s very rare that a delicious snack goes past her without being devoured. She’s also quite a proficient baker, spending much of her time in Sugarcube Corner. This pink pony truly delights in making everypony around her smile and laugh, and I’ve certainly been no exception. On the few forays into town I’ve made, there were times she saw through my disguise but made no attempt to expose me for what I was. I think she’s wiser than she lets on, she truly appears to believe in a zest for life that is unparalleled by any other pony I’ve ever met.

On the few occasions when even her own store of energy runs out, she seems to be able to find a new source of delight and chaos that brings her right back up to her usual self. Her unkempt mane is an indication of her enthusiasm and loss of control is merely a facade for the pony that truly cares about everyone she’s ever met. I had come to rely on the blueberry muffins she’d leave out for me on days she somehow knew I was coming to visit, they were always warm and delicious, I suggest you try one someday. Without Pinkie Pie, I’m afraid that Ponyville would quickly become a very dull and boring place, as she seems to singlehandedly keep the town in stitches, as exasperating her unbridled joy can get sometimes.

For being the element of laughter, she truly is the pony who embodies this spirit. Even thinking about her now brings smiles to my face through my journey. I can only hope to meet another pony even half as delightful as her. While I know her likely less than others of Twilight Sparkle’s friends, she’s one I think I would truly count a real friend amongst ponies in Ponyville and look forward to having another muffin at Sugarcube Corner in her company.

And so, in closing, I promise I will try to have another letter to you sooner than this last. I think I may spend a little more time in Fet Loch recuperating, and I hear there’s even a mysterious creature that lives in the lake there!

Your faithful servant,

Skye

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