thenearshore | February Training

February Training

Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: October 15th
Where: Meeting Hall, the Far Shore
Summary: Training and informational sessions for newly arrived gods and shinki

Gods and shinki arriving at heaven's meeting hall are, should they allow it, guided to the Meeting Hall, where a reception area and a traditionally styled dojo and training ground have been made available for the day. The gods and shinki are free to take their time during this day to learn about the details of their new life from Amaterasu's shinki or from the many veteran new god and shinki volunteers.

God Training

the basics of proper god behavior

Shinki Training

informational pamphlets

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Physical Training

Rest and Refreshments

Instead of snacks being served at the training session, this week, white-robed shinki with little flags are conducting groups of newcomers and volunteers down to the Tokyo Daijingu shrine and into a street festival currently being held in Tokyo. Traditional dance troupes are performing on street corners, and vendors have every kind of fall street foods, from barbecue to takoyaki, chocolate-dipped bananas and red-bean pancakes. New arrivals will get a white-and-gold envelope with spending money for the fair, although gods and shinki who have had some time to settle in will have to handle their own lunch expenses.

In Summary:

Get all the information you can handle
Veteran new gods and shinki are welcome to volunteer showing the ropes
Get in some training
Go to a festival
Spectate if you want
Have fun~

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We ponies are herbivores, so we rely heavily on baked goods, grains, cheeses, sauces and marinades, and so forth. Fruit is incredibly popular in Equestria as well -- we have some of the finest orchards and farms in the world. And we have a number of holidays as well, many of them not unlike human ones, from what I've read.

What are holidays like? What do you celebrate?

[There's the vaguest understanding of what a holiday is, but all specifics and certainly all associated memories are gone. So let the wayward shinki live vicariously through your memories.]

What's your favorite one?

Hearth's Warming. [The answer isn't immediate, but it certainly comes quickly.] That's the celebration of the founding of Equestria, so I have a certain particular fondness for it. And seeing the annual pageant always brings back so many fond memories.

[There is a beginning to all things. The dancing, the festival, it all began from some point of meaning. Even herself. Ginia stares at her hands, wondering vaguely where her story began to take her to this place, but not inclined to think anymore. She's dead, a past forgotten and gone. Best to think of the present, start a new story.

But if there are other stories to be told, she's interested.]

If you don't mind sharing, how was Equestria founded?

[Well, she just had to ask!]

A very long time ago, ponykind was not united as it was today. The earth ponies worked long and hard to tend the crops, while the pegasi and the unicorns constantly tried to take more away from them, claiming they were owed it for their work in maintaining the weather and the seasons. All of them were at odds with each other, and so when one day a great blizzard fell across the land, each of them blamed the other. And each of their leaders, along with a trusted second, set out to find a new and unfrozen land to call their own.

[She sure did. Since Ginia asked for the story/impromptu history lesson, she settles into it, carefully stretching her out legs and leaning on her hands, cellphone safe on her lap.

She keeps her comments to herself, not wanting to interrupt Celestia, but the bickering strikes her as silly. Growing crops, maintaining the weather and seasons, the three parts all work together with no part greater than the other.

Ah. That was probably the point.]

As you may have guessed, the six ponies found the same place -- and the leaders began to fight over it. Even as the blizzard raced after them, chasing them into a cave for shelter, they squabbled and bickered, none willing to yield to the others.

The three leaders froze there. For they did not realize that the storm had a source: the windigos, who fed off their discord and antipathy, and brought a literal freeze to the world just as the hearts within it were frozen and barren.

At that moment, when all seemed loss and ponykind was to be doomed to eternal ice, their three companions, their loyal seconds, admitted to each other that, as it turned out, they didn't hate each other. In fact, they had common cause in how frustrated they were with their leaders, who had behaved so poorly all this while.

In that moment, when common cause because a connection between them, the three ponies discovered the Fire of Friendship. That was the key to repelling the windigos, who fled when faced with something so opposed to their very essence. When the leaders thawed out, they found themselves somewhat more open to cooperation, and taking the lesson to heart, ponykind joined as one to found the nation of Equestria.

[Celestia blinks once at the end of that recitation, then smiles ruefully.]

The pageant tells it better.

[Wow. Incompetent leaders nearly freezing to death and taking the world down with them was not what Ginia expected. But all's well that ends well and the sensibility of seconds saving the day is not a bad ending.]

I liked it. Thank you. Did the seconds become the new leaders of their respective groups?

Oh no, not at all. After all, unicorn nobility was hereditary then, so Princess Platinum was of course still a princess, while Smart Cookie was merely a precocious apprentice spellcaster. Mayor Puddinghead was elected, and Commander Hurricane had earned that title. Also, they had learned their lesson, which is I think the most important part. Though they did have more to live.

[A particular memory brings a smile to Celestia's face, though she quickly hides it behind a hoof.]

[Ginia frowns a little. Seems like the seconds got the short end of the deal. They're the ones who reconcile and come together, save everyone, and the leaders that nearly destroyed the world with their petty bickering still get to keep their jobs? Even if they did learn their lesson, it would seem there should have been some kind of... reelection or something.

But there's no sense with arguing over a history long past, especially with someone nice enough to tell their nation's history.]

That's four out six accounted for. What about the other two?

[Sorry, those are the kinds of things Ginia gets hung up on. No hanging details!]

Private Pansy... was quite happy where she was. And Clover the Clever... [Celestia smiles, but it's a little sad.] Well, she went on to great things, which are another story. But history has forgotten her deeds after, I'm afraid.

[It's a strange thing to think you can become involved in something so big, but then fade into obscurity after. But in the great reach of history, isn't that an inevitability too? Ginia looks at the people below. Who knows how many of them will ever become notable. Maybe none of them. Maybe all of them.]

Do you ever wonder if you'll be remembered you when you're gone?

[Though of course Celestia will be remembered; it's hard to forget a ruler and the one who raises and lowers the sun.]

[Celestia shakes her head, and turns to face Ginia fully, her smile all the more ancient.]

If I am not remembered, it is because I did my job so well I did not need to be. But I do not think I will be easily forgotten. And so long as I live, I will remember others in turn.

[Despite her youthful appearance both as human and pony--though Ginia supposes she doesn't know how ponies age physically--she feels the age and the weight that comes with it from the ruler's expression. And in that moment, she feels small. Not insignificant, but in the way a new sapling looks against an ancient tree. The sapling may grow into an ancient tree itself, but for now it is small and simply is.

Ginia looks away, fingers resting on the screen.

'I don't think I want to be remembered. Rather, I don't think there's a point if I'm remembered.'

But she can't will the words into physical form. They're thoughts best kept to herself anyway.]

You are very wise and kind.

[Too late, Ginia.]

[You will be remembered.]

I do my very best. And I have had a lot of practice. But I am very far from perfect, and that is important to remember too.

[That can't be right. Ginia shakes her head and frowns, vaguely unsettled by Celestia's casual deceleration of imperfection.]

Don't you want to be perfect?

It's literally impossible, so I try not to want that too badly. I just try to be the best I can be, and forgive myself when I fail.

[That last part is not always easy, and some things she has not forgiven herself for, nor is she likely ever to. But she tries.]

[Ginia pulls her legs up and wraps her arms around them, chin resting on her knees as she stares off into nothing. Being able to accept failure so easily, it's remarkable, admirable. Because even the thought of failing makes her stomach turn and her back and shoulders tense. Is this how everyone feels? Celestia is so much stronger or is she just more fragile?

Ginia mulls over the thought as she picks up her phone, suddenly hating herself for ruining the mood. Again.]

Sorry.

[Is all she writes, setting the phone face up on the cloud.]

Never apologize for asking questions. How else would you ever learn?

[Experience, of course. And mistakes, and failures. Celestia knows perfectly well she owes her current state to all the mistakes she made along the way... but also, her willingness to learn.]

[Ginia understands the logic of her statement. Celestia doesn't seem angry--her voice isn't even any louder--and she's still seated on a cloud. Nothing has actually changed.

It still doesn't stop the feeling everything is going to come crashing down at any second.

Ginia reaches for her phone and pokes out another message.]

I should find my god. They're probably looking for me.

Or enjoying the festival. Or training. But I can take you back if you like. [Moments like this, Celestia thinks, are too precious to hurry through. But then, Ginia doesn't remember any of her moments before this, so her concern is quite understandable.]

[Maybe they are. Maybe they are enjoying their day. Maybe they don't even know they have a shinki.

Maybe she doesn't have a god.

The thoughts send Ginia spiraling deeper into her own doubts, but she keeps her head enough to nod at Celestia. Yes, she'd like to go back now.]

[Celestia spreads her wings, then with a great flap, uses them to push down against the cloud. It slowly drifts towards the ground, even as Celestia regards Ginia with a gentle smile.]

I'm not certain what you are thinking... but it will be all right. I promise you that.

[Will it? For Celestia's sake, Ginia forces a smile and a nod. The moment she can reach ground, she slides off the cloud. There's an urge to run, to disappear into the busy festival crowd and become another ignorable body.

But she owes Celestia a goodbye after all her kindness. So still forcing a smile, Ginia bows her head.]

Thank you for everything.

It was my pleasure, and a pleasure to meet you as well. I'll see you around, Ginia.

[Celestia inclines her head with a gentle smile, wondering just what's going through her head still and yet. But she won't let Ginia slip away for good. Celestia is far too savvy to allow that.]

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