”School-uniforms, only!” I ponder, as I step out of the elevator.
“Silicone-wear, easy and clean!” I continue, as I walk towards the stairs up to my dorm-room.
No marbles or marvels. The floor is clearly coated with black silicon.
I have pink cherry-wood handrails; coated in clear, glossy Silicone.
The intricate star-pattern in the black sky-dome ceiling is fascinating to behold. Just too bad, I don't have the time to study it right now.
As I reach my door, I extend my hand and place my palm on the glossy, black, hexagonal plaque that controls the door to my new home.
The cloak-hanger and shoe-rack are to the right and the girl's room to the left. The living-room is behind the door in the middle.
The door to the living-room slides up, and I step into the room. I have the large-screen LED TV on the wall on my left, and the three on-seat sofas on the right.
As I open the door to the bed-room, I see the double bed and a night-stand on each side.
I find a frame with my mark on the night-stand of the first bed. There is a drawer, and there is a book in it. The book is entitled; The Purple Shades.
I look at the book, for a minute. The book leaves me with a puzzled, but makes me want to read it soon.
I put the book down, where I had found it and turn towards the wardrobe. As I open the doors, I find; tops, panties, gloves, stockings and what appears to be indoors boots. Curious?
The clothes are arranged in ensembles or complete sets.
“Maybe Rarity was here first? This style would be like her!” I ponder, in amusement.
I close the wardrobe and turn back, open the door and step out into the living-room. I sit down in a sofa and relax. A moment later, Rarity opens the door and steps right in.
“Hi, Rarity!” I exclaim, in a warm greeting.
“Hi, Twilight!” she responds, grinning back at me.
“I think we are going to enjoy our time here!” I suggest.
“Yes, if this room is anything to go by. We certainly will!” she responds.
“They even made the effort, to throw in what looks like a very interesting book!” I point out.
“That does look promising, which book did they give you?” she inquires.
“The Purple Shades!” I respond.
“Shades, as in sunglasses?” she inquires.
“Could be, or it is referring to nuances of the colour?” I put forth.
“Both could be for you, but I may be interested too. Just let me know!” she suggests.
“We do have an entire week, before the first class; if it is good, I'll pass it over well before that!” I promise.
“Thank you, Twilight!” she responds.
She sits in the other sofa for a few more minutes, before she slips out of her seat and walks over to the bed-room door and opens it. Quietly. As if these doors even could make the slightest of noises? Not that I would complain, I quite enjoy quiet.
Just as I had expected, she goes for the wardrobe first. Checking the rest of the garments she will be wearing.
“When I see the suite, that is our shared dorm-room; I am starting to appreciate the quality of education, I am looking forwards to here!”she mumbles.
“Purple, all purple. Such a lovely rich purple!” she utters.
The ensembles are looking quite presentable. On closer inspection, some of the suits are offering quite interesting options. Or, some very exciting alternatives.
“All excitingly detailed, to the point where one could start to feel uncomfortable!” she realizes, with a nervous giggle.
“No regular socks; only these highly detailed, full-length, toe-stockings? The other garments are in the same general style! Consistent, and stylish!” she exclaims.
“This is starting to make me feel nude! Still, I like the quality and details!” she concludes.
She closes the doors to the wardrobe, before she turns around and walks out to the living-room. The door to our bed-room closes behind her, just as she turns towards me with a smile.
“You have seen the clothes in the wardrobe, Twilight?” she inquires.
“Yes, I have. Interesting, to say the least!” I respond.
“Interesting? Yes! I guess you could say that, indeed!” she puts forth, with some amusement.
“For now, let's enjoy the day together? We could explore a fashion line-up tomorrow?” I suggest.
“Just the two of us, together? Since it is you, that is quality-time well spent!” she points out.
“I was expecting you to say something to that effect, I am looking forwards to share the evening with you!” I respond.
“We are both Unicorns of style, do I really have to elaborate?” she offers.
“When you put it that way, we are! Discovering over a cup of tea, makes it even more fun and exciting!” I put forth.
“The lady-like approach, is the right way every time. Style and intellect, is the best solution to every situation!” she responds.
“That certainly is my cup of tea!” I respond.
“Maybe I should prepare some tea, and pour you a cup?” she offers.
“Sounds like a treat, to me!” I respond.
“Let us go up, to the secret garden!” I suggest.
I walk towards our cloaking-room, and place the palm of my right hand on the plaque.
“Secret garden?” she inquires.
As I spread my fingers, a previously hidden door slides open. The stairs are revealed.
“Our secret garden!” I explain.
“This is why I chose the top floor!” I point out.
“Ooh!” she exclaims, as she sees where I am going of to.
”This is reserved for the talented, and the stylish!” she concludes
She hastily follows me, in a measured gait. A moment later, she enters the garden.
The door had closed just a step behind her, as she walked up the flight of stairs behind me.
“This is not for the average Unicorn, is it?” she inquires.
“No, it is not!” I respond.
“This is reserved for the talented, and the stylish enough to appreciate it!” I point out.
“Since you clearly are talented, Twilight; I have to be the stylish?” she responds.
The path from the door out to the garden is laid with black stone. Luscious grass covers the ground.
The southern, alpha quadrant is featuring a labyrinth of beautiful, pleasantly fragrant and highly colour-full roses currently in bloom. It is still season for roses as we arrive.
“That is where you intended for us to sit?” she inquires, pointing at the table on top of the roof of the building.
“Just fluff up your cushion, before you sit down!” I tease.
“Then you can prepare the tea for the both of us!” I suggest.
“Certainly!” she answers, as she is fluffing up her cushion.
As Rarity is fluffing up her cushion, it turns a crisp, white with blue diamonds.
“How about that, Rarity?” I probe.
“Unexpected, to say the least!” she responds.
I fluff up my own cushion, only for it to turn a light purple with a large, magical star surrounded by its diminutive, companion stars.
“That is you, Twilight!” she exclaims.
“Yes, it certainly is!” I respond.
With my cushion soft and comfortable, I turn to fetch our cups, I light up my horn.
Rarity sees a small orb of purple light of magic appearing at the very tip of my horn. The orb brightens as it is expanding. After a moment, the light spreads down the length of my horn, like an avalanche. I feel the intensity and heat, as it reaches my skin, and I reach out for the door of the stone-cabinet that is just unearthed.
We watch the door open, before us. I reach inside, and extract the elegant tea-set. She watches, as the set is floating through the air, in the secure grip of my purple magic.
As I place the set down onto the table, I observe as she is starting to prepare the tea for the both of us.
“Celestrial blend!” I exclaim.
“Exactly!” she confirms, jovially.
I observe the water in my cup heating up, under the strict control of Rarity's light blue magic.
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