Pistachio plops his head on the table, "But everypony was only interested in Polomare's designs. They didn't even look twice at mine."
"The sad thing about making something new," Coco begins as she sews, "is that once you create them, they'll be overshadowed by your competition. Like a candle's flame, it battles to stay alive for ponies to witness the majestic dance it performs. But it often can be overlooked by bigger and brighter flames. With no ponies surrounding it, the flame will extinguish to the harsh winds of life. Losing its chance to rival the sun."
"Where's the joy then? Why create when hardly anypony will see them?"
Coco snaps the thread. "The only joy flames truly receive, is the warmth it gives off to ponies." Levitating a small sewed hat, she places it on a worn out doll. "Even if it's just for the pony who lit it."