Applejack reached up with a fore hoof to touch the brim of her hat. It was habitual, almost unconscious. She could feel, nestled safely underneath the hat, her two most precious treasures--a single blue feather and a small snippet of purple mane.

They were precious, more precious than anything besides her family and her farm, because they were only pieces of them she'd ever have.

Rarity's thoughts, when Rainbow Dash takes her on the ride of her life.

I GOT BORED OKAY. This is what happens when you leave me in front of the computer when complete and utter boredom hits. Story told in Rarity's POV. Yes, I'm finally writing a fic in first person.

The trip back to Ponyville from the middle of the desert is long, leaving one with plenty of time for their thoughts.

Rarity muses about Rainbow Dash's looks while getting her dressed for a costume gala.

My second (last minute) entry for the RariDash Spooktacular Writing Contest.

My first (third place winning) entry is here. (The stories are not otherwise related.)

She waited for Rarity’s face to bloom into softness, the way it always did when Rainbow made some big romantic gesture like this. Rarity’s face stayed impassive. But she smiled. It was a smile that was reserved and slightly tired—barely genuine. The warmth in it was quiet, self-contained.

And that’s when Rainbow’s entire world came crashing down.

She did not need her any longer.

The first story in the What Could Go Wrong? series