//------------------------------// // For Celestia's Sake... // Story: A Daisy Kind of Day // by Flora Spectrum //------------------------------// “Check out the red stallion at twelve o’clock!” Daisy looked first to the mare that had spoken then to the stallion she had pointed out before rolling her sea green eyes. “Rose, that’s Big Macintosh, you point him out every time we see him in the market, which I should mention is pretty much everyday.” “What?” she said defending herself by resting her head on her front hooves and batting her eyelashes dramatically, “I know a good looking stallion when I see one.” Lilly Valley laughed, “Rose, you’re such a helpless romantic!” “Hey! You think he’s cute too!” Rose retaliated. “I never said I didn’t,” she replied with a shrug before averting her gaze to the stallion of discussion, “Usually I would say he’s an eight and a half, but today I’d say he’s a strong nine.” Daisy rolled her eyes once more before returning to her flowers. A few months ago, her fellow flower ponies, Lily and Rose, created a game in which they would ‘rate’ passing stallions based on their looks. They had tried on several occasions to persuade her to play, but she found the game slightly absurd. Despite how hard she tried to keep it from her friends, both Lily and Rose knew she was interested in dating. However, she simply hadn’t found a stallion that caught her eye. “Oh my gosh Daisy! Look at this stallion!” “Rose,” she said dryly, “I know what Big Macintosh looks like. I don’t need you to point him out to me every time he passes.” “Forget Big Macintosh!” Lily cried. “Come look at this hottie!” Daisy rolled her eyes, but obliged her friend. She walked over and looked to where Lily was pointing to a stallion she had never seen before. He had a cream colored coat and a light indigo mane brushed back neatly. His green eyes shined as he smiled and a green vine with three little white flowers adorned his flank. Instantly, she felt a blush rise to her cheeks. “I would give him a ten,” Lily said dreamily. “A ten?!” Rose cried snapping out of her daze and quickly wiping a small dabble of drool from her mouth, “This one deserves at least an eleven!” “You can’t go off the scale!” Lily argued. “No matter how cute the stallion is!” Daisy tuned out the two ponies as they continued bickering oblivious to her blush. She quickly tried to pull on her light green curls to fall across her face but to no avail. “Daisy! You agree with me right?” Lily asked turning towards the previously forgotten pony, “She cant just-“ Lily stopped as she noticed her blush. Daisy opened her mouth to speak but was instantly cut off, “Rose look at Daisy! She’s totally blushing!” “No way!” Rose cried, “A stallion finally caught Daisy’s eye. Oh and look at their color schemes they would be so cute together!” “I know!” Lily cried, “Their foals would so adorable!” “At least let them get married first,” Rose scolded playfully before gasping, “Ooh! I could provide the bouquet!” “Hey!” Lily objected, “Who says she doesn’t want a lily bouquet?” “Everypony knows roses are romantic,” Rose stated rolling her eyes. “Are you two bucking insane!?" Daisy cried snapping out of her state of shock. Her fellow flower ponies stared at her eyes wide and mouths agape. “Did she just say buck?” Lily asked. “Sweet Celestia I think she did,” Rose answered astounded. “We’ve never seen him before and you two are already planning our wedding over a little blush?” Daisy shouted in a whisper to avoid catching the attention of the ponies in the market that may or may not have heard her earlier outburst. “Besides, there’s no way I could get his attention or if he’d even want to be with me! And, not to mention, he… he…” she looked back to the stallion that had caused her outburst only to lose her ability to speak. A mare with a cream colored coat and soft pink mane hugged him tightly. After she stepped out of the embrace, she noticed her bright blue eyes that matched a string of pearls around her neck, and her cutie mark consisting of a pitcher and glass filled with a pink drink. “Already has somepony,” she finished while her ears dropped. Her two flower friends gasped and turned back to the stallion and the mare at his side. Instantly, their moods changed from pure shock to anger. “This is outrageous!” “Ridiculous!” “She’s not even a flower pony!” “Flower stallions are so hard to come by!” “And he settles for some other mare!” “Unacceptable!” “Leave them alone,” Daisy said as she walked back to her flowers, “They’re obviously happy together, so just leave them be.” “No.” “Rose!” Daisy cried, “You’re the romantic! Leave them alone!” “Our little Daisy is growing up-“ “I’m older than both of you.” Daisy interrupted. “-and finally showing interest in a stallion,” Lily continued as if she didn’t say anything, “and there is no way some pink maned pony is going to get in the way.” “Lily, Rose, for Celestia’s sake just leave them alone,” Daisy begged. “You take care of the stall, we’ll take care of that mare,” Rose said with a wink and the two dashed off keeping Daisy from protesting further. “Why did I have to blush?” }i{ Daisy doodled little flowers in the dirt and sighed. Lily and Rose had left about an hour ago and she had lost sight of them as well as the stallion and mare. She only hoped that they were fine. The sound of a pony clearing his throat caused her to look up and almost gasp. Standing before her was the stallion and the mare. “Hello,” the stallion greeted with a smile. “Um, hi,” she answered unusually shy, “is there something I can help you with?” “Yes, which of these daisies would you recommend?” he asked motioning towards the variety of daisies in her flower stall. “That depends, what do you plan on making them with?” she asked as she started browsing through her selection. “I beg your pardon?” “Sandwich? Soup? Decorating a cake perhaps?” she said turning back towards him. “I plan on putting them in a vase,” he explained. “This one in particular,” the mare added pulling out a stained glass vase and placing it on the counter. “Oh, shoot it’s cracked. Honey, I’m going to go see if I can exchange it.” He nodded as she trotted across the path to the stall parallel to her own. “I’m sorry,” Daisy apologized, “most ponies use daisies for culinary purposes.” “They are a popular treat,” he agreed, “but I personally prefer the look than the taste.” “That’s a first,” she said with a smile and grabbing a bouquet of her best daisies and placing them on the table. They were freshly picked and the petals were the purest of whites. “Thank you, these are lovely,” he said smiling and admiring he flowers, “I’m Honeysuckle by the way,” he said extending a hoof. “Daisy,” she replied and shaking the hoof. “I haven’t seen you before, are you new to Ponyville?” “Yes, I just moved here with my sister, Pink Lemonade,” he answered pointing across the market place to the mare that was by his side moments ago. She looked to the mare only for her gaze to be drawn upward. Without stopping to think, she dashed across the pathway and shoved her with as much force as possible as a thick liquid drenched her coat and mane. “Are you crazy?! What is wrong with-“ Pink Lemonade stopped as she noticed Daisy covered in blue and yellow paint. “Are you okay?” Honeysuckle asked as he dashed over to his sister. “I’m fine,” she answered before looking back at Daisy who was trying to wipe some off some of the paint, “she pushed me out of the way.” He walked over and began helping wipe some of the paint away, “Let me help you get cleaned up, I’m sure my sister will watch your stall for you.” “That’s okay,” Daisy said glaring up at the roof of the house that stood behind the glass wares stall just as two tails, one red and one golden, dissapeared, “if my friends know what’s good for them, then they’ll get back to our stall within the next two minutes.” “I found this great spa yesterday!” Pink Lemonade offered while trotting over, “Come on, my treat!” “No, it’s fine, thank you,” Daisy declined. “Please! I haven’t really made any friends yet and you seem really nice!” Daisy sighed and followed the mare, “Okay, but just one salt bath to get the paint out.” Pink Lemonade smiled as she trotted ahead. “Thank you for pushing her out of the way,” Honeysuckle said as he matched his pace to Daisy’s. “It was nothing really,” she admitted. “I take it you know the culprits?” he asked with a smile. “Sadly yes, but it’s a long and rather embarrassing story.” “Would you mind telling me over lunch tomorrow?” Daisy looked to the stallion beside her and hoped that enough paint on her face remained to hide her current blush. “Sure, I’d like that.” “Yeah!” Pink Lemonade cried as she began skipping. “Honey’s got a date!” The stallion beside her blushed causing her to smirk. I bet now he wishes he was covered in paint. “I don’t see why you’re smirking,” he said with a smile, “you’re blushing too!” She quickly lifted a fore hoof to her face only to realize the majority of the paint had been wiped off. She quickly wiped paint off her side and slung it at the stallion. It struck him in the face as she took off laughing. “No fair!” He cried running after her with a smile, “Get back here!” Daisy took it upon herself to keep running all while laughing foalishly. I’m still pretty mad at those two, she thought to herself as she ran, but I can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if they hadn’t intervened.