Ever since Rarity knew she was a filly, she knew what it meant to be a lady. Her prince would sweep her off her hooves any moment now, if only she were a little more lady-like. That's what she tells Twilight, anyhow.
I spent more time researching for “Seeking” than any other fic I’ve written. Many hours were spent referencing the Bible, learning Hebrew words, and diving down Wikipedia. Given the sensitive subject, I needed to ensure accuracy, lest I misrepresent a tradition.
Rarity nodded in silence at Twilight’s declaration, the rosy aura wrapping her visage seemingly transparent juxtaposed to the plump tomato atop Twilight’s neck. She pursed her lips, drawing out a long pause, terminated only by a muffle. “Hm.”
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