Chapter Three
Chapter Three
No more than fifty paces into their journey, Rarity began to perspire.
The field was the evilest of illusions. While the ground appeared to be flat, it sloped up at an oddly steep angle—Rarity guessed that it had to be at least fifteen degrees. To make matters worse, the earth was a gunky mess of mud and bumps, making every step feel as if she were trekking up a waterslide.
“Rainbow... Dash...” she managed to choke out. “May we stop for... a moment? My lungs feel like they are on fire.”
“Already?!” Rainbow didn’t turn around, but Rarity was positive that her eyes were set in a vehement glare.
“Yes, Rainbow Dash, already.” Rainbow shook her head, but Rarity ignored it and continued, “Not every pony is as attuned to climbing blasted mountains.” Rarity hadn’t noticed it before now, but she was having to gallop to keep up with Rainbow Dash’s brisk steps.
“And I am?” Rainbow finally turned her head, and for a second their eyes locked, though not long enough for Rarity to read her gaze. “I don’t even walk, like, ninety percent of the time, and I’m doing fine.”
“Well, you are also an athlete, whereas I am a lady.”
“Oh!” Rainbow Dash’s voice cracked. Rarity knew that she had twisted Dash’s nerves the wrong way. “So you’re saying that because I’m an athlete, I’m not not a ‘lady?’” Rainbow raised a hoof and waved it around at the last word.
“No, I’m not—Look, I... just forget it,” Rarity sighed in defeat. “Can we please take a quick break?”
“No,” Rainbow said flatly. “We’ve already wasted enough time.”
“B-b-but I—”
“No.”
Rarity gave a long, dramatic, high-pitched whinny and rose a foreleg to her head. Her hind legs hadn’t received the message to stop, however, and she found herself stumbling forward, squeaking most unladylike words. Luckily for her, the whining had grabbed Rainbow Dash’s attention—though in the Ready-To-Slap-Your-Face way—and Rarity was caught before her face could be introduced to the soggy earth. Unfortunately for her, her face landed against Rainbow Dash’s chest.
The contact lasted only a fraction of a millisecond—she pulled away instantly. Or was she shoved away? She wasn’t sure. Regardless, it was enough.
It was impossible for Rarity to tell where Dash’s coat ended and the sweat began. She carried the scent of an athlete—that was to say, as far away from the smell of a bed of roses as one could get.
Yet, there was something else—a more pleasant aura hidden underneath the foul stench. Of course, Rarity concentrated on the sweeter smell. The scent filled her nostrils, painting the serene image of a vast, cloudless sky on a warm summer’s day across her mind. It was amazing, it was...
Wrong! How dare her mind concoct such images from the smell of one of her friends! What kind of perverted ingrate would think such things?! Apparently, she would. She wanted to slap herself right across the face—maybe if she did it hard enough, it would erase these damned thoughts. Why, it might just rid my mind of these wretched memories altogether. The thought made her smile.
And yet, the thought of losing that moment—these feelings—made her chest sink.
Inside Rarity, gods and devils raged.
To the outside world, however, she simply stared... directly into Rainbow Dash’s eyes. Glimmering blue connected with confused rose.
After a while, Rarity’s wits came back to her. The voices lowered to a murmur, then ceased altogether, and she became acutely aware of the weight pressing against her shoulders. She blinked her vision back into focus and looked to her side, noticing the blue hooves keeping her coat and mane safe from the wretched, filthy earth. Then she dared to glance forward, and looked directly at Rainbow Dash.
Dash looked at her in the way that one looks at a foal covered in paint. Her head was cocked to the side, eyes squinted and mouth agape.
Rarity grinned, and gave a small chortle. “Thank you, Rainbow Dash. I swear, if it weren’t for you I’m quite sure I’d never get off the ground.” She forced a heartier laugh, but even she had to admit that it sounded as strained as a first time tuba player trying to hit a high “F.” Rainbow stared at her, expression unwavering. Rarity laughed again, face growing red. “Because... I seem to be, uh, falling... you know, every two seconds. Heh. Get it?” She gave a toothy grin.
Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes and muttered, “What the hay is your problem?”
Rarity sighed and looked at the ground. “You do not know how much I wish I had the answer to that.”
Rainbow Dash slowly lowered her forelegs, letting Rarity back to the ground surprisingly gently. Rarity had expected her to just up and drop her. Then again, Rarity was becoming more and more used to her expectations shattering like a window in a barroom brawl.
When Rarity looked back up, she noticed that Rainbow was looking at her in a very peculiar way. She couldn’t put her hoof on what exactly it was, but there was a glint of some sort lingering in her irises. No sooner had contact been made then did Rainbow clamp her eyes shut. She shook her head and turned around.
“Let’s keep moving,” she said as she began to trudge forward once more.
Rarity didn’t speak a word of protest.
They walked, and they walked, and they walked some more. Rarity had no idea how long they had traveled—nor where they were. At the moment, she only knew two things. The first was that Rainbow Dash was just naturally fast—Rarity was glad that her legs had gone numb after the first kilometer, otherwise she was sure she would have collapsed by now. The second was that this area of Equestria, wherever it may be, was the most serene corner she had ever seen—even more stunning than Canterlot.
Normally, Rarity was a fan of the urbane way of life, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t have a soft spot for more rustic locations. It was probably due to her upbringing. Sure, she was a fashionista, but a small town fashionista who used her rural surroundings as an inspiration.
Of course, even if she were the most snobbish Manehattanite in existence, she would have adored this location. It truly was an inspirational sight. So much so that Rarity began to mourn the fact that she didn’t have the scroll nor the quill to sketch out the hundreds of ideas that were streaking through her mind. Dresses, dyed to resemble the towering purple slopes—white lace stretching along the neckline to resemble their snowy peaks. Hats and brooches made out of the blue, pointy flowers that surrounded her hooves (she picked a few with her magic and stuck them in her mane, just to be sure she had samples). Even the fallow ground underneath her hooves incited feelings and visions. Freedom. Naturality.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she fell deeper and deeper into a reverie filled to the brim with dresses and gems.
So many ideas... so many—
“Rarity! Hey, Rarity!”
Shaking her head back into reality, Rarity looked up and noticed that Rainbow Dash was no longer marching on before her. She looked to the sky out of habit, but Dash was, unsurprisingly, not there either. Rarity gulped, and for a second thought that she had illusions and vengeful spirits on her hooves.
Then, the voice called again: “Over here!”
Rainbow Dash was off to her left, waving a hoof and bearing a peeved expression. Rarity couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as she cantered towards Rainbow. As she drew closer, Rarity couldn’t help but notice Rainbow shake her head, her lips moving in what Rarity was certain were muttered curses. Normally, she would be upset at Rainbow’s refusal to even attempt to hide her uncouth behavior, but Rarity couldn’t blame her; she was rolling her eyes at herself as well.
Rarity, you are probably making Pinkie look calm and collected at the moment. Stop acting like the village “crazy.”
“So, do you still need a break?” Rainbow asked.
“That,” Rarity said with a heavy exhale, “would be lovely.”
“Then follow me.” With that, Rainbow Dash turned and began to trot up an embankment that actually looked steep. Rarity dreaded what burning sensations it would bring to her knees.
Rarity sighed. ‘Oh let’s take a break, Rarity,’ she says as she keeps walking. She didn’t even bother trying to hide the grunt before she said, “Rainbow, if I may be so crass, could I ask you where you... where you’re...” Rarity’s jaw swung on its hinges as the words drifted off. “Huh?”
The forgotten remains of a farm stretched out across the top of the embankment. Dead trees, broken limbs scattered about their bases, covered the vast plateau. At the back stood a derelict house—all of its windows shattered. To the right of the house was a bent windmill, rocking back in forth in the breeze. Rarity flinched as the shrieking of its rusted joints echoed through the field. And to its right was a circular wooden structure about as tall as a pony. Rarity guessed that it was the remains of a silo.
“W-what is—where are w—huh?” Rarity muttered. They were in the middle of nowhere. What pony in their right mind would have even build a farm way out here? Clearly, it hadn’t worked, but the sight of such a thing—in such a place and state of being—was nothing short of shocking.
Rainbow Dash chuckled heartily, drawing Rarity’s attention away from the bizarre landscape. Assuming that she probably looked like a mare who had just fallen out the back of a turnip cart, Rarity straightened herself up—from her posture to her gaping maw. Rainbow simply shook her head and giggled. For a second they made eye contact, but Rarity forced herself to look away. For the most part, Rarity had succeeded in wiping the whole “kiss” thing from her memory, but each time she looked at Rainbow Dash—be it her back, front, or (especially) her eyes—the kiss came rushing back like a stampede of spooked cows, trampling over her calm and collected demeanor and leaving her a disoriented mess.
That was where she was at now: fiddling with her hooves and glancing at anything that was not cyan-coated, winged, or rainbow-maned. She was successful for only a few seconds. The trees on the left side of the field grew dull quickly, and she wanted to see if the ones on the right side had a little more luster. Unfortunately, Rainbow Dash was to her right and directly in her line of vision.
Rarity hoped that Rainbow didn’t notice her flustered face. Of course she notices it, you dolt. You’re white!
Dash smirked at her, but seemed mostly unfazed by Rarity’s actions. Rarity guessed that Rainbow was simply used to them by now. After a quick turn of her head (which let out a wave of pops and cracks that caused Rarity to cringe something awful), Rainbow Dash began to walk forward, headed towards the old house.
“You hungry?” Rainbow asked over her shoulder.
Rarity briskly trotted after the pegasus, surprising herself when she caught up with her rather quickly. “Yes, I’m positively famished.”
“Well, do I have some good news for you...”
“What is it?”
“You’ll see.”
The walk to the house was a far less arduous—and far more interesting—one than Rarity had originally guessed. Debris of all sorts littered the ground, some rusted and revolting and some beautiful in their own little rustic way. One piece of debris in particular—a rusted wagon with a grass growing in its bed—made Rarity wish that she had a camera with her.
Much to Rarity’s surprise, Rainbow Dash led her around the house. Rarity guessed that there must have been a shed behind the house that was used as a pantry, but the back of the house was just as empty and trashy as the front, if not more so. Rarity swore she saw old whisky bottles amongst the tall, dead grass. She scanned the area around her. Where there was moonshine and desolation, there were usually ravenous hobos just dying to get their hooves on a pretty mare such as herself.
However, there were no shady ponies to be found. Nay, there was only Rainbow Dash and the large apple tree she was staring up at.
Rarity walked up to the tree and looked up as well. Surprisingly, the tree seemed very much alive, looking as if it had been dug up from Sweet Apple Acres and planted here on that very day. Its leaves were a bright green, shining in the warm sun. And on nearly all of the branches were red delicious apples. While Rarity was not a big consumer of apples (at least, not compared to other friends and their apples-with-every-meal appetites), at the moment, those glowing red orbs were like the eyes of a god. She hoped that Rainbow didn’t notice the strand of drool making its way down her chin.
Wiping the unruly trail of saliva away, Rarity was relieved to see that Rainbow Dash’s attention was still locked on the tree. Her eyes were narrowed and a scowl was drawn across her face. As her pupils darted around, Dash sneered, and Rarity felt that she needed to speak up, lest Rainbow Dash suddenly assault a tree.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
Rainbow sighed. She glanced over at Rarity, then her left wing, and then Rarity again. Rarity didn’t even have to wait for Rainbow to ask; she already knew what was coming. You’ve put the poor girl through enough. At least save her her pride.
With a flash of her horn, Rarity grasped two of the apples and levitated them down from the tree, placing one in front of Rainbow and one before herself.
Rainbow pawed at the ground and took the apple in her mouth. She looked away from Rarity as she spoke, words muffled by the apple. “T’hanth, Ra’rity.”
“Don’t mention it,” Rarity said, closing her eyes and smiling brightly. It felt good to be doing something for Rainbow Dash that didn’t lead to the pegasus nearly getting them both killed for once. She hovered the apple to her lips and began to bite down. It was then that she noticed a peculiar taste. She pulled it away from her mouth, looked down at it, and—
“AHHHHH!”
Rarity fell back into an aged barrel, the apple falling to the ground. As Rarity hyperventilated, Rainbow walked over to the apple and looked at it. She picked it up in her hoof, examined it closely, then took a bite—inciting a retch from Rarity. Rainbow looked at her and shrugged.
“Wha’s the mattah?” Rainbow said through a mouthful of apple. She swallowed before continuing, “It’s just an apple.”
“That is not an... apple.” Rarity thrust a hoof at the fruit. “That is the wretched spawn of Discord!” Her pupils shrunk as a thought crossed her mind. “Imagine the bacteria. Imagine the... bugs,” she squeaked, spitting in the dirt and then wiping away at her tongue with one of her hooves.
Rainbow Dash stared blankly. “It’s just a little bit dirty.”
“That’s exactly my point!” Rarity yelled, placing a foreleg over her head and leaning back against the barrel.
“You should be more worried about that spider on your shoulder.”
“Yes, I probably should be more worried about the spider on m—SPIDER ON MY SHOULDER?!” Rarity sprung into the air and began to run around in circles, brushing at her right shoulder, then her left, all while screaming to high heaven. Her panicked prancing was halted by a hoof over her mouth. Rainbow Dash stared at her, laughing.
“Chill, Rares,” Rainbow said, her voice cracking underneath the giggles. “I was just joking.”
“Just... joking.” Rarity snorted and looked at the ground, lips pursed. “That is not the kind of thing one jokes about, Rainbow Dash.”
“I don’t know. It was pretty funny.”
“Not for moi,” Rarity groused.
“C’mon, Rarity.”
Rarity simply huffed and pouted. Rainbow Dash groaned.
For a while, Rarity just sat there, forelegs crossed over her chest, lips pursed, and eyes set on the ground in a most vehement glare. She was roused from her pity party by a weight pressing against her back. Slowly, she turned to look at the source, moving her eyes first, then turning her head centimeter by centimeter.
Rainbow Dash stood behind her, a foreleg draped over her shoulder. “Look,” she began, pausing briefly to look away and muttered something just low enough that Rarity couldn’t hear it. After a moment’s pause, Rainbow looked back and continued, “I’m sorry.”
Rarity sighed. “It’s quite alright, Rainbow Dash. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”
Rainbow shrugged. “You have to admit, it was pretty funny.”
Rarity glowered. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Okay, okay.” Dash raised a hoof in protest. She got up and walked around in front of Rarity, who had gone back to pouting, and lifted her chin with a hoof.
“Get up and get a couple more of those apples down from that tree,” she said. “There’s a stream at the bottom of that slope over there.” Rainbow pointed in the direction of the fractured windmill.
Rarity nodded and rose to her hooves. She felt a bit guilty about taking two extra apples, but there were still dozens of apples in the tree, so it wouldn’t cause any long term problems, right? Not to mention, who else was going to eat them anyway? The birds? No, there was no problem with taking a couple more.
It took nearly no effort to pull two more of the apples down from the tree—Rarity was sure that even Sweetie Belle could perform this feat with no consequences.
Sweetie Belle...
She had been so occupied with... other thoughts, that she had completely forgotten about her sister. The poor dear must be worried sick. Rarity felt her chest sink and her throat clench up as she imagined her sister walking around the streets of Ponyville. Searching for her. Panicked. Scared. Alone.
And that was assuming that she hadn’t accidentally teleported herself with that misfired spell. Or worse.
No, Rarity. She’s fine. She probably just went over to Sugarcube Corner or the library. Why, she might be with her friends. The Crusaders were planning on having a sleepover this weekend, weren’t they? She’ll be fine. She won’t even know you’re gone.
The wishful thinking did nothing to quell Rarity’s worry, so she resorted to simple distraction. She levitated an apple over to Rainbow Dash and let hers hover in front of her face.
“Lead the way,” she said to Rainbow Dash. Dash nodded and they both walked towards the infernally squeaking windmill.
Rarity did not know what she expected from the stream, but she certainly expected it to be more than this.
It was as wide as a twig and flowed with the same force as a sloth. Still, the water was cool and felt absolutely heavenly as it trickled down Rarity’s face. She was so entranced by the soothing liquid that she completely forgot about the apple hovering in front of her face—or the fact that she was supposed to be using her magic to begin with.
The apple made its presence known when it fell into the spring, splashing more water against her face. Rarity sputtered and grasped it in her magic once more, twirling it under the current, acting like dropping it had been completely intentional. She even whistled a tune. It was all in vain, though. She could hear Rainbow Dash snickering like a schoolfilly beside her..
Bringing the now-clean and (hopefully) edible apple to her lips, Rarity couldn’t help but notice that Rainbow Dash was down to the core on her third (Rarity had given Rainbow permission to eat the rest of the one she had dropped on the ground. After all, a lady does not eat after others).
Rarity wished that she had been blessed with a peagasus’ metabolism. She was starving, but she had to keep her figure in check. One bite too many, and it would all go straight to her hips. And who wants to buy dresses from a hefty maker?! Certainly not I, and I am sure that is mutual across the entire fashion community.
Of course, they probably wouldn’t want to buy dresses from a...
Rarity shook her head viciously, slinging droplets of water through the air and silencing Rainbow Dash’s seemingly unceasing cackles. Rarity didn’t even notice; she was well too entrapped in her mind.
No. I am not one of them. Maybe Rainbow Dash is, but not I. There is nothing wrong with such a lifestyle, but... why am I even thinking about something that shouldn’t even matter? I know who I am. The thoughts bounced around her head, uncertain and lacking their usual bravado.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Rainbow Dash staring at her, head cocked to the side and eyebrow raised. Still looking the fool, I presume, Rarity muttered inwardly.
She needed something to distract herself from these thoughts. She chose prodding.
“So, Rainbow Dash,” she said. “How did you know of this stream here? Certainly you weren’t able to hear it from up there; I can barely hear it and I’m standing next to the thing.”
“I’ve been here enough to know.”
“Here?”
“Yeaaah...” Rainbow’s expression sank further and further into perplexity.
“But you told me you never flew in this area.”
“No,” Rainbow said, looking around as if she expected somepony to pop out of the bushes. “I said that I rarely fly around here.” She paused and shrugged. “This old farm’s in the middle of nowhere, so I kinda remember it.”
“And why here, if I may ask? Two days journey by hoof... doesn’t seem like the best option.”
Rainbow sighed. “I’m not going to talk about that.”
“And w—”
“I’m not.”
Rarity didn’t retort or press on. She hadn’t been trying to carry on a conversation or get answers anyway. Nay, she was simply trying to pass the minutes—erase the thoughts—and so far she was doing a good job. Both of them had already finished their meals and cleaned themselves up, and not once had their conversation even drifted to their predicament. Rarity liked it like that: the less words spoken, the better.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rarity noticed Dash’s ears perk up. For a second, she worried that she had spoken her thoughts aloud, but quickly dismissed that idea when Rainbow began to sniff the air.
“Storm’s coming,” Rainbow said, a hint of... something in her voice. Fright? No, Rainbow Dash didn’t get frightened. Before Rarity could respond, Dash was on all fours and hurrying towards the hill. “Moving fast. Strong one, too. Move!”
“But it’s completely clear out—”
A boom of thunder shook the ground around Rarity, silencing her protests. She looked up and noted that the world around her suddenly looked like the inside of a closet at midnight. If she didn’t know any better, she would have assumed that it was suddenly night. Then the world was illuminated by a lightning bolt streaking across the sky—Rarity could feel its searing heat. Without a word or moment’s pause, Rarity chased Rainbow Dash up the hill.
Before they reached the top of the hill, the world was bathed in a torrential downpour and strong winds. Rarity felt like she was about to be blown off her hooves—and indeed she was a half-dozen times. She slipped on the ground, and found herself face-down in murky mud puddles more times than she would in even her darkest nightmares. She cursed and cried, pushed forward and fell back. Her mane and coat—her very foundation—were all ruined, and the storm wasn’t yet a minute old.
Another gust of wind racked her body, and she fell to her knees. She could feel the mud seeping into her already caked coat. And to think that today had started out so well. Okay, so it hadn’t started out perfect, but at least she had been dry and safe!
She was about to lay down and give in to mother nature when she felt something pushing against her side. Through the thick veil of rain, she could see a silhouette of a pony pushing against her. Rarity knew who it was, and it didn’t surprise her in the slightest.
In an instant, she was scooped up and carried through the gale. She closed her eyes and lay her head on Rainbow’s back. It would be a lie to say that there wasn’t something comforting about it—especially at the moment. Her wet coat tickling Rarity’s nose, firm muscles tensed against the gusts as she trudged forward. Rarity didn’t even attempt to brush away the thoughts this time. She was far too tired and wet to care.
Rarity was not sure how they made it to the farmhouse, nor how long it took them to trek through the tempest. All she knew—all she cared about—was that the wind and rain suddenly ceased. The stormy wailing disappeared with the slamming of the front door, replaced by the sounds of hooves heavily landing on a wooden floor, dripping water, and heavy breaths. Rarity breathed a sigh of relief as she felt her body lower to the ground.
The floorboards were cold and damp, but then again that might have just been her own dank body. She began to shiver, but the shakes were quickly halted by a warm blanket draping over her back. Rarity let out a happy sigh, and leaned against something soft. A pillow, perhaps? She was surprised that an abandoned farmhouse would have such a thing. Then again, she didn’t expect that it would have blankets. It didn’t matter; it was comfortable.
Rarity took a deep breath and let her mind slip free of the bonds of rain-soaked reality. She had had one crazy day. She deserved a nap.
Special Thanks To: Bronius Maximus and Cynewulf
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Also first to comment on my splinter personality's new chap! Feels good man.
A pillow you say? Is that a cyan coloured one?
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Or it could be a room full of plushies
Good chapter, I really want to know what RD's history with the farm is though.
that was fantastic
Also, near the start you spelt urban wrong (urbane)EDIT: I was wrong
That was very good! Now we wait for the next epic chapter!
Was half expecting it to turn out to be Pinkie's old farm for some reason.
"she said she didn’t have a"
You've got a double space there, but apart from that I can't see any spelling or grammatical errors.
Things are getting pretty interesting. I can't wait to see how the farmhouse ties into RD's history/life, and watching Rarity make a fool of herself while trying to deny her feelings was hilarious.
Keep writing this. It's pure gold
Continue on!
Wings are warm. Pegasus down is very comfortable.
Keep on rockin' Rarity's world!
Having flashbacks to the Lord of the Ring movies.
WE ARE MOST PLEASED BY THIS DEVELOPMENT.
PLEASE, CONTINUE.
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1390331 Urbane. n. Polite, refined, and often elegant in manner.
Rainbow and Rarity snugglefest! I like this chapter. You keep them both really in character and I'm interested in Rainbow's backstory with the random barn. Great work so far, excited for the next chapter
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Could be worse. If this was like the books, he would've spent half the story describing how they walked, where they walked, and what the grassed looked like.
1390689 And the phase of the moon as they walked and what exact dates they arrived and how the Shire calendar is different than the one used by men...
As before, love this ending, Razed. :D
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God damn... just... just shutup!
1390694
That and the whole story will just be me showing off that pegasi language I invented
1390709 Actually, I am okay with that. Please, do that. Rainbow needs to start in on her Pegasonic languages.
I do wonder if that abandonded farm actually was Pinkie's family rock farm
Loving this. Good pacing too. Looking forward to more.
I would imagine that Rarity will be learning the teleportation spell when she gets back.
Pillow = Rainbow Dash
Blanket = Rainbow Dash's wing
1390351
Same, really. Expected Rarity to note there were lots of rocks in odd arrangements all around the farm.
Also, was I the only one who noticed that RD was suddenly stunned by Rares' shaking the water off of her? Droplets flying through air, sunlight shining through them. Rarity with a halo. RD's getting an eyeful alright, can see the start of the reciprocation.
Rainbow and Rarity snuggling? Someone make some fanart!
1390852
Funny, that was my immediate thought also.
Oh, Rainbow's got a secret huh? Enjoy yer nap Rarity.
"Normally, Rarity was a fan of the urbane way of life, but she had she would be lying if she said she didn’t have a soft spot for more rustic locations."
I think maybe you meant to remove the "she had"
Enjoying this story so far.
Dont see much RariDash, so this is pretty good.
1390548 ahh, I had no idea that was a word.
I'm loving the story so far though I felt the storm scene was a bit rushed. I'm giddy to read more!!!
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I was thinking Pinkie Pie's old farm from when he was a little filly
Good so far.
I'm pretty impressed with how detailed Rarity is. Her mannerisms and diction really carries the story for me. And what's more, Rainbow Dash's uneasiness and confusion over Rarity's recent impulse is the best depiction of someone struggling with their feelings that I've seen. And i'm really digging the adventure aspect. It's like another story i'm reading, "Strange Bedfellows."
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"The apple made its presence known when fell into the spring" - I think you're missing an 'it' in there.
Am I the only who's surprised Rainbow Dash hasn't mentioned the kiss yet? I was expecting her to be much more
NEEEEEEEXT love it! keep on rocking
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She probably figures the situation is awkward and difficult enough as it is. They have a rough two days ahead of them; emotional issues can wait until they're safely home. That, or she realizes Rarity didn't mean for the kiss to happen, and doesn't want to force her to talk about it before she's ready.
Anyway, this was another good chapter. Rarity's struggles against the filthy horrors of the outdoors are hilarious, so far. I'm also liking the interactions between her and Dash. There's a real feeling of awkwardness over the whole thing, not only because of obvious recent events, but generally because the two are so different and not used to being alone together. It should be fun to see them become closer as this goes on.
The whole sequence describing how Rarity was inspired by the scenery was a nice touch. I like scenes like that, getting into the characters' minds and seeing the world as they do.
Dash keeping a secret about the farm is an interesting. Can't wait to see what that might be.
So damn cute! Definitely looking forward to more.
Please keep writing, I'll keep reading!
Must have MOAR
oh and love the story
i think there is more to this farm than rainbow dash i letting on. like why would there be blankets in an abandoned farm, and if there were they would be old and dirty and rarity would get all hysterical about, but the blanket was probably rainbows wings. maybe its like dash's secret safe house where she gets away from everyone, or mostly likely its just a farm , but it's a nice thought
Hmmm...Rainbow Dash Branded Pillows.
20% cooler than the other side of an average pillow.
Ship ship ship ship ship ship ship.
I've rarely seen this one done so well.
1390295 I'm guessing that she's Rainbow Dash the Second, with the G3 Dash as her mom
This is for you Razed:
When can we expect chapter 4?
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Not until next Friday (19th of October), unfortunately. I've got two in-progress fics on my plate at the moment. Chapter 4 might be finished and published before then, but that's a very big might
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Two new fics, you say?
Tell me more!
1417822
Well, I do have a new fic in the works that's fitting for the Halloween season, but I was actually referring to Third Time's a Charm and another fic of mine, Not All Who Wander Are Lost. Both are incomplete, and I need to finish an update for Not All Who Wander Are Lost before I can get back to work on Third Time's a Charm.
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Halloween fic, huh?
That'll be interesting! Is it gonna be something dark and scary or is it based around the 'nightmare night' pony holiday?
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Dark.
Good chapter with some nice friendship moments between the two of the Mane 6 with probably the absolute least in common. Of course, whether it was intentional or not, I couldn't help but think that the funniest moment was when Rarity seemed to be thinking to herself that being gay would be an impediment in the fashion industry.