A New Blog Post · 7:28pm Aug 7th, 2017
Because, for some reason, I got kinda tired of having the title of the last one on my user page.
There is no grand purpose for this post, though whilst I browsed my collection of scraps and notes for some measure of additional inspiration or motivation to write (in the moment – not a grand-scale sort of problem this time), I came across another little snippet set shortly after the last one I shared:
(Dizzy Twister & Crescent Moon – Scoot’s parents)
“Hi, mom,” Scootaloo said, and closed the front door with swipe of a rear leg.
The pale-amber pegasus mare that stood across the small room turned away from the carrots that she had been cutting. “Hey, Scootums. How was school?”
Scootaloo dodged the hoof that her mother extended to ruffle her mane as best she could. “Fine.”
Dizzy Twister mirrored her unenthused expression. “Sounds nasty. Did the other foals tease you again?”
“No.”
“Did Cheerilee give the class a lot of difficult homework?”
“No.”
“Are you upset that you don’t have your cutie mark yet?”
“N— uh...” Scootaloo turned away and hoped that her mom wouldn’t see her blush. “Maybe a bit.”
“Tell you what – there’s a few damp days scheduled over the weekend, and the Apples have asked for somepony to manage the fog so their sheep won’t get lost while grazing in the morning.” Dizzy Smiled, wrapped a leg around her, and ruffled her hair anyway. “You can come along and spend some time with Apple Bloom. I’ll be there until at least noon while the weather lasts.”
Scootaloo replied with as much enthusiasm and breath as she could muster through her mother’s tight embrace. “Can you let me go?”
Dizzy chuckled, and loosened the leg that was wrapped around her. “I’m sure you two will have a good weekend. The Apples are a really nice bunch. It’s hard to leave without a hoof-ful of homegrown produce, even if I am a paid weatherpony.” Dizzy let her go completely. “Go put your books away. We’re still eating away on the last batch of Apple Family carrots, so you’d better come back for a soup-er good meal.”
“Mom! It’s bad enough that dad likes bad puns.”
Well, this snippet was also zarking adorable. One of these days you'll have to write a full story involving adorable colts and/or fillies. Perhaps one with bats.
I immediately approve of Dizzy Twister as Scootaloo's mom. The snippet itself is a delight.