Sunset sat on her bed idly strumming her guitar. She had opened a window to allow in fresh air, and she could hear Discord and Scootaloo playing a game of one-on-one basketball in the driveway. There was a gentle knock on her bedroom door. Looking up, she saw Celestia standing in the open doorway.
"May I come in?" Celestia asked.
"It's your house." Sunset answered. Celestia gave an exasperated sigh as she walked in and sat down on Sunset's bed.
"Want to tell me what happened today." Celestia said. Sunset looked at Celestia for a moment before speaking.
"You heard about what happened huh?" Sunset said.
"I'm psychic remember," Celestia answered with a laugh, "actually Applejack and Pinkie Pie came to see me after lunch."
"What'll happen to Trixie?" Sunset said.
"Oh, Luna is furious," Celestia replied, "after we discussed it, we decided to see how you wanted to handle it."
Sunset thought about that a moment.
"I wasn't hurt," Sunset said, "well except for my pride that is."
"So what do you want us to do?" Celestia asked again.
"Nothing," Sunset answered, "I'm gonna turn the other cheek. Punishing Trixie, even if you or Luna do it, will only make Trixie resent me more."
"That's very mature of you Sunset Shimmer," Celestia said as she stood up to leave, "you're already a vastly different person than you were two weeks ago."
The next morning started out like a normal morning in the Celestia-Discord household, Sunset and Scootaloo had found something petty to argue over.
"GIRLS," Celestia said sternly, "just once could we have a civil morning?"
"Sorry Scootaloo," Sunset said through clenched teeth.
"Ditto." Scootaloo grunted.
"So what does everyone have planned for today?" Discord asked to cut the tension.
"Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash and I are working on our multi-media project this afternoon," Sunset stated.
"What subject is your project on?" Celestia asked.
"That's what we're trying to figure out,' Sunset answered, "Rainbow wants to do a video report on extreme sports like the street luge, but Fluttershy wants to do a short film about chinchillas."
"I'm trying out for the junior basketball team today." Scootaloo said proudly.
"Good luck, Luna can be a tough coach," Celestia told Scootaloo, "I have to start planning this years musical showcase."
Later that morning, Sunset had arrived at CHS with Celestia, Scootaloo had opted to take the bus. Sunset noticed that her locker had been the recipient of a fresh coat of paint. I wonder how long this will last. As she was getting the books that she needed for her morning classes when she felt the presence of someone hovering nearby. Closing her locker she looked up to see Trixie leaning against the locker next to hers.
"What do you want Trixie?" Sunset sighed.
"The great and powerful Trixie is under orders from her mother to apologize to you," Trixie said in a rather grand manner, "consider yourself apologized to."
Sunset watched Trixie walk away. What in the nine levels of Tartarus just happened?
"What did she want?" Rainbow asked from behind Sunset.
"She was apologizing for yesterday," Sunset replied, "we still on for this afternoon?"
"Yeah, we're gonna meet at Fluttershy's house after school to plan out our project," Rainbow answered, "see you at lunch?"
"Yeah," Sunset said as she watched Rainbow walk away. Sunset walked to her first class, she was the first student to arrive. She took her usual seat and waited as her classmates slowly arrived. Most of the gave her a wide berth and chose to sit away from her, all of them except a certain pink-haired party planner.
"Good morning Sunset." Pinkie said as she took a seat next to her.
"Hey Pinkie." Sunset answered.
"Sunset could you help me with my homework," Pinkie said, "I completed it, but I'm no happy with my answers."
"Sure, let's see what you got," Sunset said, "Pinkie are you ok?"
Pinkie appeared to be... vibrating?
"Whoa, that was a doozy" Pinkie said, "someone is talking about me."
Little did Pinkie Pie know, but she was only half right. In another classroom across campus, Rarity and Applejack were engrossed in a quiet conversation.
"Are ya sure that this ain't like that thing that happened with that Trenderhoof feller when we were in eighth grade?" Applejack was saying.
"Pffft, I'm positive darling," Rarity answered, "I've made a few, ahem, discoveries about myself since then."
"But what about what happened to ya before and during the Spring Fling last year?" Applejack argued.
"The road to forgiveness has to begin somewhere." Rarity countered.
"Rarity," Applejack said, "if this is truly what ya want, I won't stop y'all, just don't get hurt."