So I'm writing a little story...

It's an idea I've been poking around since about 2012, but I was just never in the right mood or mindset to get the right feel to it. However, this particular iteration I think at last captures the tone. A Royal Guard and a little maid meet during a rainy day and find they don't mind sharing the little portable shelter on their way to the Castle.

Here's a peek at it:

Under My Umbrella

Cloudy weather one morning in the magical pony city of Canterlot heralded a scheduled rain storm sure to dampen the day of anypony in the area who’d disregarded the weather bulletins posted weekly by the city’s Pegasus Climate Control Team.

But as Tawny Pride always kept strict habitual watch of all official announcements, as was his prerogative as one of the Princesses’ Royal Guard, he most certainly would not be one of those unlucky ponies caught off-guard, so to speak. Adding a last buffing to his helmet with a hoof cloth, he donned the headpiece, passing it carefully down his sharp spiraling unicorn horn and tucked the straggles of his bronze mane beneath its edges, noting as usual that the crest plume’s golden shade, while not a perfect match for his mane, did present quite a striking image when paired with comparable tones of his armor and brassy fur.

His size too made him cut quite the imposing figure. At nearly twice the height of the typical Earth Pony, he towered over the rest of his own tribe (and the lion’s share of most other ponies for that matter, save the alicorn Princesses for whom he physically did have to look up to) and looked all the part of a protector of royalty with his ramped red lion Cutie Mark standing out regally upon his flanks. Yes indeed, here was a pony who commanded the respect of all who witnessed him marching down the halls of the Palace or staunchly standing at attention beside the gates.

This ultimate visage of soldiery would have been dashed had any witnessed the struggle he now underwent to open his umbrella as it floated above him, held aloft in his sunny magical aura while he squeezed his way down the relatively narrow corridor of his front hallway, out the door, and onto the neatly cobbled street beneath the first spittles of rain. He let out a growl of annoyance as the confounded contraption simply refused to acquiesce until, after shaking it wildly in his telekinetic grasp and casting upon it all manner of curses normally set aside for the worst of miscreants who ran afoul of the side of the just, the clearly Discord-spawned contrivance of chaos unfolded and granted him and his bright armor protection from the pelting droplets.

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