“Twilight, dear ?”
“Hey, Twilight?”
“Darn, ah guess she ain’t here anymore…”
Rarity ignored that last comment and just opened the door wide open.
“Shining Armor said she would be here. The poor mare is probably in her room, utterly wrecked by the terrible news…” She said.
“Yeah, well, let’s go to her room then. The sooner we find her, the sooner we can cheer her up.” Rainbow Dash replied.
Applejack agreed. They all started trotting toward the stairs, when Twilight appeared in front of them, as in literally appeared from a teleportation spell, and just walked past them to exit her home.
“Hello Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash. Nice day, isn’t it?” She said, passing at their side. “Sorry, I have to go do some shopping, can’t stay, bye.”
She hadn’t even reached the door that she teleported again.
The three ponies looked at each other’s in disbelief.
“Did this just happen or was that the product of my imagination?” Rarity asked.
“Nope. That was Twilight alright.” Applejack confirmed.
“Did you see her mouth!?” Pinkie Pie’s voice exploded from behind Rainbow Dash’ mane. “That wasn’t a smile. I know smiles and that was… I don’t even know what that was!”
The others would have tried to find out along with her, had Pinkie not disappeared right away, leaving nothing but confettis behind her and all over Rainbow Dash.
Pretty far away, in the middle of Ponyville, Twilight reappeared from her teleporting spell. Her hooves trembled, her head was spinning a tad bit, but she regained control. She knew where she was, he knew where she was going, she knew what she had to do.
She entered sugarcube corner and looked for some eclairs, mocca flavored eclairs. Her father’s favorite.
And she just stared.
Her plan was fail proof. Get the sweets as gift, then go, be there, give the gift, get over it. Simple. Efficient. Perfect.
Only now was she realizing the stupidity of her plan. And not just of the plan. She wasn’t looking at the eclairs anymore. She was looking at Twilight in the glass. A deformed and vague reflection of herself. Just an optical illusion, a simple light reflection trick. That Twilight in the glass wasn’t there. Yet that Twilight in the glass was so much closer to the eclairs than she had ever been.
She was envying the Twilight in the glass. The reflection felt more concrete than herself. She forced her mouth into a painful position and while it required her so much effort, she could see the reflection naturally smile.
A perfect reflection. A perfect illusion.
"If you don't need anything then LEAVE!"
Twilight turned her head and saw miss Cake.
“Sorry…” miss Cake quickly told her. “I lost my temper, I am very sorry, please excuse me. You’ve been staring here for hours now and I was supposed to close for more than fifty minutes and I’m late and I shouldn’t have yelled at you, please, please excuse me.”
Twilight opened her mouth, but her brain gave no order to form words. She blinked, as if it was supposed to be a mode of communication, but her blinking clearly didn’t get to miss Cake. So she just hugged the mare and hid her own head behind hers.
“Now now…” Miss Cake said, taken by surprise. “There is no harm. You can stare as much as you want.”
Miss Cake felt something, and Twilight let go of her embrace, to leave almost immediately after. Miss Cake reached for the back of he neck and just said:
“Oh dear.”