”Thank you, the Oat is delicious!” I promptly exclaim.
“Only the best, is good enough for you!” she responds, grinning warmly at me.
“Thank you!” I point out.
“You are quite welcome, dear sister!” she responds.
With that, we leave the kitchen and walks back to the room. I follow her, like a puppy. She does not need a leash, or a collar. I simply follow happily, as she walks back to her room. Okay, it is our room, for now. I live there too, after all.
As she reaches the door, she opens and steps inside. I step in and kick the door closed behind myself. Kind of like a puppy, I guess.
Once the door is closed behind me, I am alone with her. We can have privacy, where no one else sees or hears what we are doing. Or, what I am about to do.
Of course, it is not as if I am to harm the girl. She is my friend. She liberated me, after she helped me out of the plastic container that had imprisoned me, for Celestia knows how long. Maybe it is a blessing, I have no memory of the time. I can’t recall a single instant of the time.
For a moment, I had stopped. I can see her continuing into the small room. I scan the room, watching everything. A bed and a nightstand. A desk and the accompanying chair. There is a window and the door to the wardrobe. What had I been expecting, this is after all a fairly small room.
The clothes are hanging in the wardrobe, and a few boxes of toys are stored in there, on the floor.
“Why do I recognize these faces?” I ponder, as I notice a few Pony figurines.
These are merely pi inches high plastic dolls, of course. Yet, these are the friends from Equestria. Some of them are quite famous, for one reason or the other. It is kind of as if these had been three dimensional paintings hanging on the wall. Only now, they are reduced into toys for a girl.
“Are they alive? Trapped in the plastic, just as I was?” I ponder.
Either way, they are too small to live in this world. Smaller than the mouse one would have in a cage.
“Maybe they could live in a doll-house?” I ponder.
Of course, she does not own a doll-house. She clearly did not play with dolls in that size. She does not even have a house from the series. One of these plastic accessories the dolls could come with.
I light up my horn and create a door by the side of her wardrobe. The door looks like the one we just came through.
“I will have to hide the door, before anyone else finds it, though!” I ponder.
“Oh!” she exclaims; “Where did the door come from?” she then inquires.
“I just painted it there, with magic!” I point out, matter of fact.
“Oh!” she exclaims; “She is a Unicorn!” she giggles.
“Open the door, please!” I suggest.
“Okay!” she responds; quietly opening the door, chancing a peek into the room behind.
I follow her towards the door, puffing her in order to inspire her and motivate her to step inside.
“This is out home! Have a look and explore!” I pronounce.
“Our home?” she inquires.
“Yes, exactly!” I respond.
“You really do like that black rock!” she points out.
“It is good, for the floor of the hall!” I point out.
Of course, there is a door to the girl’s and mare’s room respectively, to the right and left. We do not need somewhere to hang up outdoors clothes, shoes or umbrellas here.
The first door leads to her bed room. It contains a bed, a nightstand, and a desk. She does have a wardrobe and a book case as well. Incidentally, my room is furnished the same way.
The floor is laid with dark beech wood, while the wall is laid with pink cherry wood. Why not just make it as pretty as possible?
“You don’t need to wash your clothes, while we are at home!” I point out.
Opposite her room, we have the playroom. There is a desk, where the doll house stands to the right of the door. There is a book case to the right of the desk. Incidentally, the doll house is empty; since we have no dolls to fill it with.
To the left of the door, the wardrobes are. The doors are closed and the wardrobes are empty. I have not filled them up with anything yet.
Opposite my room, there is a room with double bed inside. Only a bed stand on each side. This is for just spending quiet time together. We can rest side by sides. Like sisters or friends.
“Ooh! How adorable!” I hear her exclaim, as she finds the dolls on her desk.
Aside from the obvious; there are Derpy Whooves, the mail-mare and Dr. Whooves, Starlight Glimmer, Octavia and Vinyl Scratch as DJ Pone Free. Only now, they are humans and not the version from the Equestria Girls or any less than canon reiteration. Canon, is cannon to me; the Ponies, is the best canon. At least, that is my view on the matter.
On second thought; I feel like having a change of clothes, swapping the boots for a vest and skirt.
I step up to my wardrobe and opens the door, before I slip out of the shoes and place them at the floor of the small space inside the wardrobe.
“There, that feels good!” I ponder.
It is not that I don’t like the shoes, or how it feels to wear them. Just that I feel like being bare hoofed, right now. Maybe it is more intimate, closer to her?
I choose the black skirt and pull it out from the wardrobe, stepping into it and pulling it up. Just like her; I give the skirt a few tentative tugs, in order to assure myself that perfect and comfortable fit. Naturally, I use magic; since I do not have hands and nimble fingers.
“Maybe I should tease her, inciting her to wear a pair of gloves?” I ponder.
Now I choose a saddle, without saddle-bags; pull it out and step into it. I give it a few tentative tugs, making it fit just right.
“Or, I could let her try out a range of accessories; that would make even Rarity blush?” I consider.
Since I am happy with the change of garments, I step back and close the door behind myself. I turn towards the door and walks out.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear, as my hooves hit the floor as I trot.
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