Just for no reason · 9:48pm Apr 26th, 2017
It didn’t matter that the room was cold, all Sumac could feel was an exquisite, life-affirming warmth that seemed to radiate through his bones. Tarnish and Maud were dancing, a slow-moving yet still spirited dance. Watching them made Sumac feel funny, as if he would be overcome with emotions, and for reasons he did not understand, he kept thinking of Pebble.
There was something about the way they danced, looking into one another’s eyes, forelegs wrapped around one another—Sumac had never seen anything quite like it. Tarnish was tall on four legs, and a giant on two. Maud was shorter, but that didn’t matter. She looked up, he looked down, and the pair of them moved as if they were somehow weightless.
There seemed to be no reason behind it, Sumac could not understand the purpose. They were not dressed up, there was no music, Tarnish had just moved in, swept Maud up, and then began pirouetting with her around the room. It was easier to understand now why they wanted such a large house—it gave them room to dance. Around and around they went, swaying, sashaying, dipping, and sometimes smooching, when Tarnish bent his long neck down.
The kissing was awkward, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant to look at.
Was this family? Having dance partners? The hows and the whys mystified Sumac. Now, Pinkie Pie was getting involved, and as it turned out, she too, was a splendid dancer. Giggling, she pulled Trixie up off of the cushion on the floor, (who wanted to sit on the cold stone, anyhow) and waltzed the Befuddled and Protesting Trixie around the room while everypony watched.
The pale light of morning streamed in through the windows, filling the room with golden haze and illuminating the floating dust motes. The room was filled with curios, knick knacks, shelves, racks, and all manner of fascinating stuff. In a glass display case over the fireplace mantle, there was not one, but two guns, curious things, a small, silver pistol and a tremendous shotgun that had etched images of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna on the barrels.
Sumac noticed none of these things at the moment, so enraptured was he at the sight of the adults in his life dancing with one another. There was no music, yet the motions seemed to follow some sense of rhythm, some means of time. Trixie was now making a valiant effort to dance, and the tip of her tongue stuck out in concentration.
“It’s funny,” Pebble whispered as she leaned over and placed her muzzle next to Sumac’s ear. “I used to watch this and sometimes, it would fill me with rage because I wanted to be the center of attention. Sometimes, I still feel a little jealous, to be honest, but I think I’m getting better, because now I feel happy sometimes when I watch them dance.”
“Only sometimes?” Sumac asked, evoking the sort of honesty only found in foals.
“Well, I haven’t sorted everything out just yet,” Pebble replied and her ears went limp. “I’m still sorting everything out, ya know? Not everything is fixed yet. But having you around helps, because you’re nice to me and you pay me attention. It’s something my mother and I have in common. We’re both complete saps for somepony that pays us attention. We’ve talked about it a lot.”
“You’re the weirdest filly I know and I can’t ignore you.” Sumac’s statement caused much heavy breathing in Pebble, and that caused a curious rush of excitement in the colt. He didn’t know why he liked the sound of her heavy breathing, or why it made his heart race, but like it he did and he began to wonder what else he might say to make her breathe hard. “You’re just so weird. What else can I do with you?”
Now, Pebble sounded like a train and Sumac was delighted in his newfound power.
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