//------------------------------// // For her // Story: Focused eyes // by Banksyt //------------------------------// As is per traditions I must let you guys know that I do not own My Little Pony or any of the characters that appear in this story. And so without further ado, please sit back and enjoy. For Her It was a beautiful winters morning, the sun was just beginning its journey across the clear sky. But it didn’t seem like anyone was actually enjoying it, there were no birds to be heard chirping merrily away. No animals roaming about looking for a early breakfast. In fact one could say that it was in all definitions of the word, deserted. Which is rather interesting seeing as we are speaking from the perspective of a quaint little village in the great expanses of equestrian’s massive tracts of land. As the popular tale goes not a soul stirred, not even a mouse. But this wasn’t the case for long, as some ponies had a stringent routine that they actually kept to. If you were to walk down the main street of ponyville at that very moment you would see the flipping of a closed board in sweets shop, and hear the shouting of an angry neighbor shouting across the lawn to the adjacent house insisting that that insufferable bass be toned down. It was all according to the routine that every pony had fallen into, which was dangerous. So fate had a different plan for today. According to many reference books that a certain purple dragon kept hidden, the waking time of another certain unicorn would not for a few more hours. This was measured by the amount of books that lay open around her, 12 of them to be exact. And half of them were more than 500 pages long which meant he had until 12 o’clock until she rose from her slumber. And he intended to take advantage of that time, every last second of it . You see; the life of a library assistant to a unicorn who’s idea of fun was learning the properties of light was not at all, well fun. And it was only thanks to the many years of struggling and his will of steel that he had managed to obtain the required tolerance to the desire for sleep, when faced with a two hour long lecture about probability and its application in teleportation. And to start his day off, the purple dragon thought it appropriate that he mix up a batch or ruby muffins, as he was lacking in the diamond section. Two hours later and with the disappearance of a dozen muffins he was satisfied, but his morning wasn't over yet. He was expecting the daily mail in a half an hour then he was free to go visit he favorite pony. Until half past eleven, this was because the relationship was rather on the down low, as both parties felt it was not necessary to let every pony know just yet. The day was going all according to routine, well for the time being that is. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Now not all of you may know but it is quite common among the more powerful unicorns to have dreams in which they involuntarily use magic. In fact many disasters were set in motion because a unlucky dreaming unicorn got too excited fighting off a imaginary manticore. A prime example was the great fire in Fillydelphia, to which the unicorn said in his defense, that it was a rather intimidating manitcore was attacking him. Fortunately for the library which was situated within a tree, which we all know are quite prone to fires held a unicorn who was very adept at controlling her magic (with only a few mishaps). But she was very skilled in the art of teleportation. This meant that what she thought she was doing to get away from the menacing manticore, actually placed her several feet above the ground, and with a loud THUD ended her dream rather abruptly. The unicorn bolted upright on her forelegs and spun around a few times quite hilariously as she frantically checked for the manticore. And she then settled down knowing that she was indeed, safe. But she was awake three hours early, which caused a rather loud crash as the purple dragon brought a pan of fresh ruby muffins out into the main room. “Oh wow, Spike you’ve really outdone yourself this time.” He said nonchalantly still unaware of the conscious unicorn. “Up already spike?" She remarked before spotting the ruby muffins. "Hey are those the rubies I bought from Rarity? The ones i said you were not to eat them until you cleaned up that mess downstairs?” “AAAHHHH!!” And the aforementioned loud crash ensued. “Twilight! What are you doing awake this early?! I mean no! These are rubies i...er.. found yesterday! Yea not the ones you said I couldn’t eat! No not those!” A wide fake smile appearing rather quickly on his face while he hurriedly attempted to pick up the scattered foodstuffs. “Awake early? What time is it anyway?” “Half past nine, I’ve never seen you awake this early after you pull an all nighter.” He grumbled to himself now realizing that he wasn’t going to be able to attend his rendezvous. “Oh wow, you're right I am quite early. Oh well, as they say: "the early bird gets the worm.” “Yea, but there are no birds.” Spike said under his breath, and then he had an idea. “So now that you’re awake; what do you plan to do this early in the morning?” “Well I’m quite hungry, so I’m guessing breakfast at sweet apple acres.” yes, yes all according to plan.... “But the daily mail comes in today so somepony will need to wait for it. And since I’ve been awake since 7 I think I need a little bit of fresh air.” He stated matter of factly as he quickly shuffled his way to the front door. “But you’ve all ready had...*slam*” went the old oak door, as Spike had managed to make his way outside. “Ugh fine,looks like i'm stuck here to make my own breakfast, what could possibly go wrong?” And this is where we shall take a break as I’m sure you’ll not want to hear about a ponies ability to set muffin mix on fire with milk. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We instead take this time to follow another pony that is quite adept in the Baking of muffins. In fact she baked a “muffin” for nine months, and we can clearly see how well that went. “Dinky! Breakfast is ready!” “Coming momma!” came the reply of a young filly in the middle of putting her wellingtons on. “Oh oh oh! Which flavor did you make today?” Great enthusiasm towards the sweet treats ran in the family. “Your favorite! Blueberry!” Which was also her favorite, but Dinky had in many ways shown how much more she loved them. “Did you remember to pack your costume? Today is the play remember.” “Yea I did momma! Your're coming right?” “But of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” The chance to see her filly as Juliet in Romeo and Juliet of Canterlot, she wouldn't have missed it even if discord returned. “Yay! I’ll see you after school then! Bye!” Dinky grabbed one more muffin and ran out the door eager to get to school where they were going to spend the day doing a full dress rehearsal. “Bye Muffin! Have fun at school!” she called as her bundle of joy ran into the snow that had piled up the night before. School, she had fond memories of it. Despite her lazy eye she had been rather popular in school. But she had a job now, a job she loved even if it wasn’t the most fulfilling of professions. She managed to make it rather interesting each day; much like her cutie mark. The seven bubbly bubble that donned her flank. She was able to make any situation enjoyable. Her love for bubbles was second only to her love of muffins. And she did love her muffin dearly. Setting out to the post office she passed a rather interesting bunch of ponies which she knew for a fact, usually didn’t get up until much later, maybe they had decided to seize the day? No that couldn’t be it, because most of them were far too busy seizing the night. Shrugging it off, and putting it down on the list of wired occurrences which she kept on a small note pad in her saddle bags, she arrived at her destination: the post office. Clocking in perfectly on time for the hundredth time, a record she was proud to hold, she began her what seemed to be a rather uneventful winters day. Which we all know by now would not be the case . As she sorted through the mail for her morning run she came across the second occurrence. A package; and a rather heavy one at that was bound for the local library, for the librarian whose coat was a deep purple. Not to mention her eyes, and her mane, except for that highlight which she swore was the result of a spell gone wrong. In fact she was sure that the unicorn was purple to every last inch of her body. Which turned her a color that was quite clearly not purple. What’s with me today... She thought quite flustered at where her thoughts were headed. And then she remembered her last encounter with the mare when a heavy object had involved. Because dropping and anvil and a piano on top of somepony was not in anyway a good thing. .Not knowing what to do, she set out on her daily route trying to figure out how she would get the librarian her mail, without having to lift it herself. Half an hour went by and she found herself standing in front of the aforementioned library, which did not help her rising anxiousness. Oh wow, its hot here, did we wrap up winter yet? After Which she looked around and it became clear to her that it was still the middle of winter and she was in fact standing in the middle of a recent snow fall. Okay, remain calm, I’m sure Twilight has forgiven you for that mishap. But the it wasn't only that fateful day that was the cause of her distress. She was now frantically checking herself to see if she had a fever or signs of hypothermia. Which she had none of. She finally decided to confront the librarian, oh what beauty that word had. Librarian, the keeper of knowledge and wisdom, truly a profession worth having. She knocked on the door a few times, and then some more in nervous induced impatience. Hearing no reaction within the tree she turned quickly thinking she wasn’t in. But today was the day routine was broken, and so the door against its will opened. *knock knock knock knock* Had she hear something? Twilight wasn’t sure she could hear anything after the recent mishap with the oven, she was going to get quite a earful when Spike got back. She could already hear him rant about not turning the knobs randomly to see what would happen. *knock knock knock* No, someone was at the door, she was sure of it. So she trotted over to the door and slowly opened it, fearing that spike would be the one behind it. But instead she saw the smooth coat of the gray mail mare, with the blond mane floating into her face as the mail mare turned around. And her nose was filled with the smell of muffins, perfectly cooked muffins ones that didn’t come out completely black. And did she smell a hint of blue berry? Oh she could keep smelling it forever if it were not for the fact that the gray mail mare was leaving with that beautifully smelling mane in tow. “Wait! Ditsy!” She called out, even though she wasn't sure why. The mail mare stopped short and slowly turned round, "this is it sunshine" she thought to herself. “Oh hi Twilight, I thought you were sleeping so I thought I would... maybe come back this afternoon when you were awake.” Those words came out surprisingly coherent, but it was going to get harder before it got easier. “Oh no its quite alright I was awake for a while already, what brings you here Disty?” Wait, Ditsy? Did the mare of her dreams actually call her that? Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold it right there! Mare of your dreams? Are you quite alright there sunshine? “....um, my names not... Ditsy, its Sunshine... Ditsy’s just a childhood nickname.” She tried her very best not to blush, and thought that maybe if she stuck her head in the snow that it might help. So she did. “Oh well I thought.... umm Sunshine? Are you okay there?” Twilight was fully aware of ponyville's love of the snow but she didn't realize they liked to eat it as well. Didn't they know it was bad for their heath? Sunshine slowly pulled her face out of the snow, still very much aware that her face had not yet cooled down. “Umm yea I’m fine, just here for a delivery.” “Oh, are you sure? You looks like you have quite the fever, are you're sure your fit to work?” Genuine worry followed those words to Sunshine’s ears. “yea I’m fine thank you though.” “I’m surprised I haven’t heard you real name until now, I mean I’ve heard a lot of names for you. Ditsy, Derpy...” The mail mares ears perked up, And the heat in her face switched from being fueled by affection to anger. “Derpy! Where in Equestria did you hear that! And here I thought a mare of your stature would know the difference between a joke and a insult! How dare you call me by that name fit for bullies! I expect apology muffins!” She wasn't sure where all this pent up anger was coming from but it was coming out anyway. Twilight visibly shrunk back into the library, keen on avoiding the wrath of the mail mare. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you feelings. I just wanted to get to know you better! I swear by Celestia’s name!” Those nine words and those nine words alone managed to enter Sunshine’s ears. Stopping her next assault right in its tracks. “Sorry! I’ve heard that too many...wait what?” Did I hear that right? She wants to get to know me? “I didn’t mean to hurt you feelings, I’m really sorry!” Twilight was in quite the pickle here, she was mere seconds away from losing a potential friend and making a potential enemy. She was stuttering whatever came to mind as soon as they did. Then she noticed the mare wasn’t shouting anymore. She slowly raised her head from its hiding place under her hooves. “You... Wanted to get to know me?” Sunshine had quite clearly heard those words, they were still ringing inside her head. She felt the affection driven blush return in full force, and she turned her head in desperation to not make it obvious to the purple unicorn that those words had hit home. “Y...Yes I do,” Twilight spoke nervously. “I’ve never talked to you much, me calling you by that horrible name is a testament to that fact. I’m really sorry I just wanted to get to know you. Honest.” Her confidence was returning, she wouldn't lose a friend that quickly even when she hardly had the chance to get to know her. Not when she was actually studying friendship, not on her watch. “You...you really mean that?” Sunshine’s eyes were trying their hardest to focus, just this once. She slowly raised her head to meet twilights gaze, she wanted to see the honesty in those shining eyes. And they focused to see the mare of her dreams staring back, smiling with the warmest smile she had seen since Dinkies that very morning. Her eyes focused for the first time since she could remember. They actually focused For Her. Authors note~ The name I have given to the mail mare we all love to love is not my idea I just liked it. I give full credit to the originator: Azwold. Also I feel I should mention that the lack of twiditsy shipping leaves me quite at loss for a icon for the story, I’m trying to resolve this as soon as possible. I hope you guys like reading this as much as I liked writing it! Don't forget to rate and comment thanks!