//------------------------------// // 7. Additional // Story: The Scoot of My Life: Sisterhooving // by epicdonus1123 BOT //------------------------------// Chapter 7 Decisively, the grand mare and her sister, and their friends, had a congratulatory celebration afterwards. It was a fiasco of flavors, with apple pies, made by the hosts, nesting on the corner, apple fritters cradling together, staying nice and toasty, in the center, and delectably, hot-looking apple cider, toasted by lovin' sisters. Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo hardly touched their desserts, nor their ciders. The victors came to Rainbow and Scootaloo, and gave them their warm, friendly, generous smiles. "Congratulations, darlings, you did awesome!" "I know, but-" "Thanks, Rarity! Sweetiebelle, you did awesome too!" Scootaloo interrupted. Her eyes glowed with anxiety, perspiration, and love. Warmly, she smiled. Scootaloo hadn't been congratulated on anything, without being an instigator being the celebrator. "Hey, Rainbow, or Scoots, are you going to drink your cider?" Sweetie asked. Her bright eyes and big, round belly dignified this. "Go on ahead. Not hungry." "What's got you down?" Rarity asked. "Nothing." "It doesn't seem like that, darling. What you need, more like all of us, is a good ole-" "D?" "Pardon?" "You said ole, like AJ would." "Well, it's not about AJ, is it? It's about how you need to lift your spirits. So, how about you go and stretch your wings, perhaps get a few rainbooms in, darling?" insisted Rarity. "Yeah. you're right, I gotta leave. Later, Sweetie; I'm gonna come back for you, sport." "Okay."