.
It feels weird.
“Bleap, bleap, bleap..” chimes the alarm; “Render complete!”
“Uh, my head!” I moan.
“Wait, that’s odd!” I exclaim, as I see the text by the side of the rendered Pony.
While the Pony does look just as I had been expecting; the text was never part of the render, I had initiated before I had fallen asleep.
“Hello!”
”Would you like your hair to look like my mane?”
”Could you draw me a home?”
”Okay! Thank you!” the text simply reads.
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”How does a girl even react, to something like this?” I mumble.
”Yes, please!” I ponder; ”But, how would people react; if I sported that peculiar hair-style?” I ponder.
”Either way; it would be fun, to have this hairstyle!” I ponder; ”Yes, please!” I exclaim; as if I had expected someone to be there, capable of changing my hair.
”What kind of a home, would she like to have?” I ponder.
”Maybe I should draw her a cottage?” I consider; as I start drawing the new image, of what would become the home of Twilight.
I notice a bright purple light, in the corner of my eye, but think nothing of it.
While I continue to sketch up the cottage, I had intended to be her home; the colour of my hair is changing ever so subtly. Not only that, the differently coloured streaks from Twilight’s mane is appearing in my hair, just as if I had had her hair all along. Then the hair changes slightly, as the style starts to resemble hers more and more; until it is a perfect match, aside from the differences between our respective heads.
”Wait, what?” I exclaim; as I notice my bangs splitting up, giving room for an non-existing horn in my forehead.
While I continue to draw her home; I lift up my left hand towards my forehead, patting my bangs as I examine the changes she had just imposed upon my hair. The only thing I did not notice; is the changes in the colour of my hair, as several strands had changed hue drastically.
”Of course, I did never have a horn; but the changes had still made room for one!” I ponder.
”Thank you!” I respond, as I thank whoever had changed my hair.
It is Twilight Sparkle, of course; but I had failed to notice it, and realize where it had come from. Maybe I had been too busy, drawing her cottage?
I could have drawn the cottage, as it looks from outside exclusively; in just a few minutes, but it would never have been her home. I need to draw up everything required; for her to enter the building, and make it into a home she could call her own.
The work had taking me the better part, of an hour; but then it is looking, like a home one could live in. With every detail, required to live inside.
Once I had completed the sketch, I had to make sure it is in scale for her; before I could continue, completing the drawing. At this point, I had hit Render. This should be taking a while; so I guess I could do something else, as the rendering is done.
I watch the rendering, taking place; for several minutes, just to make sure it will work out as intended. I hope I could spot any issue, within the first few minutes; at least, the once serious enough, to make me start over.
She could explain, how it came out; as the render is complete, and the building is ready for her to move in into.
”I could have something to drink, or grab myself a bite; as it renders, and come back in time to see it completed?” I ponder.
After a few moments, pondering; I raise to my feet and walk out of the room. I had never intended to leave my room, for all that long; so she should be safe, hands down. Shouldn’t she? I know the room will not be invaded, by any snoopy eyes; so I can leave her, for a few minutes or so.
Now, I am walking to the door; stopping, only to open the previously closed door. I step out, and close the door behind myself; as a sign, I want the room undisturbed. I sometimes leave the door open, as an open invitation.
”What would a Pony eat?” I ponder; ”A Pony; the size of my hand, that is.. and what would she like to eat?” I consider.
I don’t want to insult her, but I don’t want her to go hungry either. Assuming she does need to eat. Yet; everyone needs to eat something. Assuming she does not eat, and does not need to eat; could be the worst insult, I could possibly come up with here. If she is my friend, I am sharing with her; it comes natural, to me.
Just as I had closed the door to my room; I walk over to the girls’ room, and the mirror. I want to see how my hair looks; before anyone other than Twilight Sparkle sees it, and possibly comments on the new looks she had given me. I stop before the door, opening it; step in and enter the room, closing the door behind me. I like some privacy here, and this is the most private room in the house; to me it is, at least. I don’t need, or like spectators, when I am in here.
While I may have noticed, how my bangs had changed; I have not really seen my hair, after the change. I stop before the mirror, taking a quick look; familiarizing myself with the new looks. The colour had not really changed, all that much. Just a small shift in hue; nothing much, if I could say so myself.
Of course, my bangs had parted, in order to make room for the horn I do not have. Otherwise, I guess the style is a little bit of a touching up; just as if I had been having a new cut, but nothing more. I also notice the streaks in my hair; both matching the hair in Twilight’s mane, to a T.
”Whoa?” I exclaim.
The hair is smooth and a bit more glossy; as if I had just washed my hair, and combed it with diligent care; something I do rather frequently. I like to look my best. The slob is not my style. I am the cute, pretty kind of girl, after all.
”Okay; I have seen the changes, so I can go out and face the world!” I ponder.
”How do I present the food, to her; when I finally do get back, to the room?” I ponder, as I am walking over to the kitchen.
As expected, the door is invitingly open. The kitchen is empty. I am alone, as I enter the fairly small space.
”Even if she does not eat egg, maybe I could use an egg-cup?” I ponder, opening the door and extract two clean egg-cups.
I open the door to the fridge; extracting a small bottle of water and juice respectively. Maybe she likes orange juice, as much as I do? Or, maybe she prefers the apple juice? With that in mind, I pick up a bottle of apple juice too.
”What would she like to eat?” I ponder; ”I think I like some bread and butter!” I continue.
I find shredded carrots, in a small can; looking, as if it should fit her appetite just right. Horses use to love carrots, maybe she does too?
Once I had extracted, what I had in mind; I close the fridge, before I am walking back to my room. I open the door and step right in, before I close the door behind me and walk back to my desk.
”Oups, I forgot to tell her that I was leaving the room, for a moment!” I realize, just as I am placing everything I had brought to my room on the desk.
Apparently; I had left a vial of clear base-coat nail-polish. Nothing special about it, but it had been in clear sight, for a little Pony who is my guest and room mate. I had never considered it, it is nothing I have to hide.
The cottage I had drawn up for her, and left to render while I was out; is clearly ready, for her to check out as I come back. I realize, she had been ogling the render as I left the room; it had distracted her, from noticing or realizing that I had walked out of the room. At least, for most of the time.
So much to explore, for a curious little Pony; left for her to discover on my desk, while I was out.
”Thank you, the cottage looks lovely!” she exclaims, as she realizes I am coming back.
”You are quite welcome, Twilight; explore the new home, and see if it is right for you!” I respond.
I notice her lighting her horn, but think nothing of it. I had been assuming, she intended to open the door with magic. Maybe my assumption had been a bit premature?
I watch, as the tiny little orb of purple light magic appears at the very tip of her horn; the orb grows in size and intensity, before it floods down the sides of her horn like an avalanche. Just as it reaches its peak, she is casting a spell; I had never imagined, or been prepared for.
Just as the spell had been concluded, she is focusing on the door before her; opening it, the way I had expected her to.
”I hope you will like it!” she exclaims; ”She has nail-polish, and she has expressed a desire to emulate me before!” she ponders, just as she is stepping into the cloak-room, of her new cottage.
I fill one of the egg-cups with carrot, and the other with bottled water; before I place them by the door, to her new home.
The door opens, and she is levitating the offered meal in.
”Thank you!” she exclaims.
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Okay you lost me here. This makes no sense what is happening to her and how she is just chill with the sudden changes.
I think you forgot half through the chapter that they haven't met yet and... did tiny rendered house appeared in her room? I mean, in previous chapter you clearly made it look like tiny Twi appeared in her room, but now it's like she's still in the picture. And she's completely chill with everything that's going on.