A Baby Dragon · 7:45am Feb 11th, 2014
The Ponyville Days Gala went swimmingly, thanks to Rarity's excellent planning and design work, as anypony who knew her could have predicted. Princess Twilight Sparkle yawned as she reviewed her friend's latest entry in the Diary Of Harmony (as she privately thought of it).
Another yawn echoed hers. "G'night, Twi," said Spike as he dragged himself toward his basket.
"Hey Spike," she said, pulling her nose from the book, "Did Rarity dance with you?"
"Nah," he said, pulling the blanket out and shaking it, "She was hanging around Mister Trendy all night." He yawned again.
Twilight put a hoof to her lips. "Are... you okay?"
He stuffed the blanket under the edge of the basket's cushion. "She's had that crush on him since who knows when. She's got pieces of his mane, for crying out loud." Climbing into the basket, he circled around on all fours, pushing down the small cushion. Then, he collapsed to his belly and curled up. "But crushes aren't the real thing, Twilight. They're not true love. They blow over."
Twilight watched Spike pull the blanket over himself. "I'm so sorry, Spike," she whispered, a tear tracking down her cheek.
The tired baby dragon turned his head in bed. "'Bout what? She'll get over him when he goes away. It's not like he turned her back from being Nightmare, or convinced whassisface from Canterlot to watch her fashion show again, or something awesome like that." He yawned, and then mumbled, "Or saved the Crystal Empire with a crystal heart, and made her turn all crystally... she liked being crystally..."
A sardonic grin spread across Twilight's face. "Hey, I was there too," she said.
Gentle snoring from the basket was the only response. She smiled gently, and climbed under her covers. "Good night, Spike," she whispered, putting out the light.
I like it.
A neat little exercise, Dup.
Yup. Spike gets what's important, and so - ultimately - does Rarity.