Pinkie's P.O.V.
“Girls don't lie darling, we simply change subjects.” Rarity gave a flippant reply towards the camera, I was barely focusing the image on screen as it was.
“So you have no idea who stole Dashie's new boots?” I asked with a coy giggle, accidentally zooming in at least a thousand percent on a squirrel in the park background.
“She's claiming their stolen!?” Rarity was heard gasping, the camera seemingly locked on the squirrel in search of a nut.
“When stuff you put away goes missing, that usually means it was stolen” I gave a point blank reply, Rarity huffing in a pout.
“Maybe I borrowed them, but I asked first!” The camera zoomed in on Rarity out of focus, her once prim and proper hair frazzling out messily.
“When did you ask?” I questioned, I was close by and never heard Rarity once.
“In the locker room, Dash flipped on her um...tasteful music and I asked. I assumed it was fine, she had been nodding her head in agreement.” Rarity smoothed her pastel blue dress nervously, eyes shifting back and forth.
“The locker? Rarity that was metal music and head banging!” I spoke in a stern tone of voice, my lips curling into a frown.
“Oh alright darling! I needed boots for a excursion into the countryside for my new Southern Sass Line, my own were far too fabulous to dare trek the great outdoors!” Rarity exploded into a emotional wreck, crossing her legs on the old wooden bench and hiding her face in shame.
“It couldn't be that bad right!?” I asked in a uneasy voice.
“I might have stepped in a few cow pies…” Rarity blushed.
“Duh, bleach and detergent!” I giggled.
“I might have also accidentally got chased by a bull, I didn't know rose still counted as a red!” Rarity frowned.
“Did you scuff them?” I cared to press forward.
“Is falling off my feet before being trampled, count as scuffed?” Rarity gently narrowed her eyes to me in search of hope.
“I think that counts as being destroyed…” My voice gave a sheepish giggle, lowering the camera towards the ground for a few seconds.
“I feared as much.” She gave a loud groan and huffed in place.
“When are you going to tell Dashie?” I burst into a chipper tone, holding back a fit of giggles.
“I shall do so um….darling is that a brand new camera?” Rarity gave a beaming smile towards the camera, followed by a mischievous squee.
Pinkie's P.O.V.
The screen flickered on and off, static slowly cascading down the blank canvas that was the black screen. Everything flashing to life in a blur of bright colors, a fuzzy screen zooming in on Sonata Dusk across the street.
Her eyes were full of a sense of loss and hair a frazzled mess of debris, she hugged herself tightly in a desperate action to gain some warmth. Cars zoomed by at top speeds as if she didn't exist, going about their day in a blissful ignorance.
“Is she still sitting on the curb?” Sunset gave a worried reply off screen, the camera locked on the poor girl wearing torn and filthy clothing.
The clouds outside darkening as a icy chill made its way over the city, the once pretty January day turning bitter and hazy.
“Yeppers! She is looking rough as a bag of cats!” My voice rang across the small taco joint we were eating in at.
“Bag off what, Pinkie?” Sunset spoke confused.
“Cats? You know mew-mew!” I meowed in a cute high pitched voice.
“In a bag? You know what nevermind!” Sunset could be heard standing up.
My camera watched in silence as Sonata sat upon the icy stone curb with heartache in her eyes, neither of her two friends anywhere in sight. Sunset suddenly popping up in front of the screen, a look of pity filling her eyes.
“Why are you filming this Pinkie?” Sunset was quick to cross her arms over her chest, hips arching off to the right.
“Because I'm thinking of hosting a Vlog, already have footage of Rarity confessing something juicy!” My voice rang high, excitement dripping off my every word.
“She totaled Rainbow's boots?” Sunset turned away from the camera, voice speaking calm and collected.
“No way, how did you know!?” My jaw nearly hit the floor.
“Rarity told me on day one, wanted to know if she should come clean.” Sunset flaunted a hand casually.
“Awww, why didn't you tell me!?” I pouted in place, zooming in extra close on the back of Sunny's head.
“Rarity thought you might be a gossip.” Sunset giggled turning her head just enough to flash a wink.
“I am not a…” I raised my voice in utmost shock.
Sunny turned to face me in silence with an arched brow.
“Huh, I am a gossip?” I gave my lips a loud smack.
“I'm heading out there!” Sunset spoke her mind drifting, walking out of view towards our table to grab a few wrapped tacos.
“Why!?” I asked surprised.
“Treat the least of your sisters with a generous heart, for kindness is grown out of compassion.” Sunset gave a simple reply from the soul.
I followed her outside with a steady hand, filming her walk across the street with a smile bright enough to light the world. She didn't see a foe from the past, nor a enemy that should be cast away to the icy streets.
She kneeled next to Sonata with a delicate grin, offering a warm hand of compassion upon her shoulder. The tacos being given with a friendly giggle, the pale blue girl fighting back tears. Quick to pull Sunset into a large hug full of sobbing and rushed words, my hand lowering the camera towards a puddle on the street.
Sunset treated her with the same love she freely gave to all her friends, I'm happy to know such a wonderful person in my life.
A heart full of understanding, the simple gift of not judging others upon their faults.
She reminds me of you.