Fitting In

by azurill-lover

The End of the First Day

“And that is the end of Moon Dance an’ Aquamarine’s fantastically awesome tour of the amazin’ly amazin’ Seashell Cove!” Aquamarine concluded dramatically as we came to a halt next to the steps leading down towards the beach.

“If you ever need a hoof finding your way around, don’t hesitate to ask us,” Moon Dance added. I, suddenly completely captivated by the blue waves as they crashed down on the beach’s sandy surface, said nothing. Aqua waved her hoof in front of my face.

“Hello, earth to Purple!” she called walking in a slow circled around me.

“Sorry,” I shook my head, my thoughts returning to the present moment. “I’m sure I won’t need any help. That tour taught me everything I should need,”

“We don’ call it fantastically awesome an’ amazin’ly amazin’ for nothing, ya know!” Aqua said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well, if I ever find myself needing a ‘fantastically awesome and ‘amazingly amazing’ tour again, I’ll be sure to come to the two of you right away,” I said with a smile.

“It’s getting dark,” Moon Dance looked worriedly towards the sky, “We should be heading home. Do you have somewhere to stay for the night, Purple?”

“Don’t you worry about me – I’m perfectly fine with sleeping with no roof but the sky over my head,” I reassured the mare.

“Well, if you say so,” Moon didn’t look convinced, but she said no more on the matter.

“Moon! Get your butt in gear, the birds’ll be singin’ before we get home!” a rather irritated Aquamarine cried. The pony had already started her return journey, unaware that her purple Pegasus pal was not trotting after her.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Purple!” Moon Dance called as she galloped over to her friend.

“I shall be looking forward to it,” I watched my two new acquaintances until the disappeared around a corner. Once I could no longer see them, I carefully made my way down the steps and onto the silky soft sand. I curled up next to the wall, hoping it would shelter me from the wind that was starting to blow as the sun sank below the horizon. I closed my eyes to block out the sand, carried by the breeze, and let sleeop carry me away from the charming seaside town and back to my warm bed in dear Kah’s bedroom, a place far away from talking ponies.

“She’s a little... Odd, isn’t she?” Moon Dance asked.

“A little? She’s very odd,” Aquamarine snorted, putting an unnecessary amount of emphasis on the ‘very’.

“It’s as if she isn’t really a pony. I’ve never met any pony like her,” the Pegasus continued.

“Oh yeah, Moon, she was totally a dragon in disguise or some crazy thing like that,” the other mare scorned, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Of course she was a pony!”

“Do you know many other unicorns that have horns in different colours to their bodies?” Moon Dance asked.

“Golden Glow, when Waterlily gets hold of paint,” Aqua laughed almost hysterically at her own joke. Moon smiled at the image of the proud golden pony and the expression of horror on his smug face when he realized that his little sister had covered his horn in a thick coat of pink paint. It had taken the poor stallion weeks to properly clean his horn. The scars of the incident still remained, for no pony could look him in the eye without laughing. “All jokin’ aside, you got a point there. No pony’s horn should be like that. It ain’t natural,”

“ Maybe I’m overthinking this a little. I just thought it was a little strange, that’s all,” Moon murmured.

“Probably. Now, I don’ know ‘bout you, but I’m tired as hay, so I’m gonna catch some Zs. G’night!” the earth pony said, punctuating her sentence with a long, loud yawn. She turned over in her bed to face the blue painted wall, the paint peeling away in places, and within minutes she was snoring. Moon Dance sighed irritably and pulled her duvet over her head, trying to block out the sound coming from her friend’s bed. I’m sure it’ll all make sense in the morning, a voice in her head told her, and she chose to believe it. Despite Aqua’s snores, the exhausted Pegasus still managed to find peace in the dark hot space underneath her duvet.

Author's Note:

Not as long as I'd like to to be. Meh.