Puck's Letters to Portia (Portia only.)

[puckbuckworth]

[Note: Since Puck and Portia live far apart from one another, it is only natural they'd write letters. I wanted to make a thread that reflects that. Any letter Puck writes to Portia will be placed here so as not to clutter up the board with threads similar to this.]

Dear Portia,

You FELL in the LAKE!? I heard about it from Uncle Obsidian, who was fit to be tied when he got the news. He stamped his hoof and snorted about the stage demanding that you move back to Canterlot this instant. Mother talked him out of it, assuring him it was all an accident that could have happened anywhere. Her pumpkin cookies helped to quell his ire quite a bit as well.

We all understand Uncle's frustration. The brisk business his theatre here in Canterlot has been doing has come to a halt. He claims that he was having success since Princess Celestia was so fond of the theatre, but since she's left all of the "hoi-pollony" have gone with her, and attendance has been pretty thin. He's asked me more than once to see if I could convince Princess Luna to attend a show, but so far I've been unsuccessful. You can work a lifetime in the castle court and never catch a glimpse of Celestia's sister.

Mother thinks that all this is just a sign of general unrest in the city. People see soldiers cross the streets on a daily basis, and they wonder what could be happening. All Uncle has to worry about is the theatre, yet the empty seats during shows is sign enough that everypony is more interested in whatever is going on in the outside world than the mirth of the stage. I'm certain that if we were to put on one truly amazing show it'd hlep ease the tensions, but I've yet to have such a fascinating writing come from my quill.

But listen to me go on. It is a misdeed of mine to make you concerned about us after such an unfortunate accident. I hope this letter finds you well and at peace. Mother says hello.

-Puck Buckworth.

[portiabuckworth]

My Dear Puck,

Of course Father would exaggerate the situation. His role in the family is to protect his wife and children, it is only natural for him to be concerned. I actually fell into a brook, which has a mere fraction of the depth of a lake and, logically, must be at least a little warmer, too. (Although I must confess that I will never be the one to test that theory, nor do I recommend such an endeavor.) Your mother's cooking has always had that calming affect on him. He's called it "modern manna" many times before.

Truly, the extent of the damage is a sprained hoof and two new friends... hardly a basis for giving up and returning, no matter how much I miss my favorite cousin.

Do not blame yourself for not writing a Shakesponian Masterpiece in a matter of weeks, Puck. "Canterlot was not built in a day." the great Bard said... Or was it John Haywood? Either way, be patient with yourself. Meanwhile, I would examine what is going on around you. Advise Father to put on plays that reflect current happenings or, if all else fails, invite your father or brothers to speak. I am certain there is an audience dying to know what is going on straight from the pony's mouth.

There is no concern here. I am mostly busy trying to arrange my cast and crew to put on my first production. I do wish you could see my theatre! It is the most beautiful of buildings! Well, perhaps the palace could rival it, but in my own eyes it is a palace in and of itself! Hmm... Perhaps that is what I shall call it. The Shakesponian Palace! Oh! That has a nice ring.

Anyway, I do hope all is well with you. Tell your mother not to fret too much about my father. Four colts and a stallion should be plenty to keep her occupied. I wouldn't like to see her stressed and unhappy.

Cheers and happy writing!
Portia

[puckbuckworth]

Dear Portia,

Congratulations on getting your theater ready for its first few performances. I hope everything turns out well. I'm sure in a city like Manehatten there's tons of worthy actors around looking for their big break. I hope there will soon be a few in your stable. While I know you enjoy pulling mares and gentlefoals off the street to perform, I'd be careful with it down there. Ponies in Manehatten cannot be as modest as those back home.

I took your advice and gotten one of my brothers to speak at Uncle Obsidian's theater. It went over quite well as far as attendance. Stage fright took hold of my brother quite rapidly though. The second half of the one man show consisted of my brother seated with a small table and one of my mother's mince pumpkin pies, which he took a bite from time to time, making the whole thing out to be a casual conversation. In the end the reviews were decent. Like a milk but not quite a milkshake.

Others were simply perplexed by how little my brother actually seemed to know. The public knows the rumors and my brother simply revealed to them that the royal guard seems to be on alert based on what the rumors are. Still, they're just rumors, so we did little to quell any of the public's general worries.

Oh well, at least everypony is again interested in the theater, and Uncle was happy with the turnout. Hopefully, we will be able to use this momentum to ride out a few old plays before we need to ask another one of my brothers on stage. Meanwhile, I hope you do well in your own theatrical endeavors. Mother says hello.

Sincerely,

-Puck Buckworth