It's about 230 in the morning and I've been hashing out something an idea I sent to RB a loooong time ago, when I still e-mailed him. I've sent the premise to a couple people so heres a copy-paste for those whom I forgot to add:
The premise is that Pinkie and the reader are at the very last pages of a book encompassing the adventures of the elements. Pinkie, feeling the end, has a one last talk with the reader
Since I'm too lazy to transfer it to GDocs, here's what I have so far:
"It's beautiful, you know?" I said aloud, making my way toward the crest of the hill." I know it's just words on paper to you, but from here it’s like….I dunno…..like watching the world give the sun a big hug.”
As I reached the bench at the top and sat down, I could feel your slight confusion. Feeling slightly embarrassed, I ran a hoof through my curly mane as I felt my cheeks redden. “Heh. I guess I should leave the similes to Twilight or Rarity. Those two always seem to have a word or phrase that makes something simple like this seem all fancy and smart-sounding.”
Letting my hoof fall back onto the bench, I shifted into a more comfortable position and watched the ponies below slowly make their way from their shops and stalls to their homes. For a while I was mesmerized at the way the waning sunlight caught the edges of the buildings, making them glimmer slightly as the shadows it created slowly lengthed. It was strange. Even with all the small crowds of ponies moving from place to place, saying their hellos and good evenings, the town seemed completely at peace. It was as though the ponies themselves were simply another comforting undertone to the serene melody that was Ponyville.
A thought struck me. “I think I’ve been sitting here for a least a couple minutes, but I wonder how long it must have been for you. Maybe a sentence or two? I doubt I made something worth wasting an entire paragraph, so I guessing it probably took you thirty seconds or so to catch up to me” I said, shifting my gaze from the town to the pale pink and orange sky. A few light clouds dotted the horizon near the Everfree, adding a touch of white to the spectrum of colors. “I wonder if the sky is like this where you are.”
I couldn’t really feel your response, but for some reason, a part of me believed you said “yes.”
“It’s always been one of my favorite things. The sky I mean “ I began, shifting a little “ You probably already know this, but when I was a little fily, I worked on a rock farm with my family. It was hard work, but whenever dusk began to roll in, I would always find time to watch the Sun set. At first, I was just trying to see another Rainboom, but eventually I just watched it just because it was beautiful. It was like, the sun would start to set and *Boom!*” I exclaimed, throwing my forehooves wide. “the same old boring blue and grey sky explode with color and the world around me would seem just a little happier.”
Letting my hooves fall back onto the bench, I let the next few minutes pass in silence.
“Did you know that that was the first time I felt you there as well? Right after Rainbows Rainboom, I mean “ I began, allowing myself a little snicker at my unintentional alliteration. “It was reaaally faint, but I could feel something out there.”
I felt a bit of your worriedness pass through me.
“Oh! Nonononono. It wasn’t like a bad feeling or something…..oh what’s that word again “ I said, tapping my hoof against the wooden bench. “Oppressive! Yeah! It wasn’t like that at all. If I had to describe it…..hmmmmm”
After a minute or two, I finally found my answer.
“It was like that warm feeling I get when I watch a filly or colt enjoy a party I helped plan, like you were happy for me and content but reeeealy far away. It was really nice, even if it was only for an hour or two. But then you disappeared for a long time.”
Well. There you have it. Should I continue?