“Oh Belle, Belle, Belle of the Ball,
“The Beauty of Friends, the Envy of All:
“Won’t you dance, Oh Belle of the Ball?
“Oh, won’t you be my Muse?”
The first song Sweetie Belle remembered hearing was Rarity’s lullaby. Read from a fairy-tale book, illustrated: moonlit balcony, handsome prince, his princess in awe beside him.
Sweetie Belle thought she meant: “See this fairy-tale romance? Isn't it the greatest love in life?”
Hence growing up, Sweetie Belle looked for princes.
She also watched Rarity’s dressmaking life, close. Noticed her princes come and go, whereas friends stayed. All-loving Rarity loved her sister too from cradle to adulthood.
Inspired, Sweetie Belle gave as good as she got. Admired Rarity. Together, they became the Belles of every Ball.
Sweetie Belle reconsidered.
Gave up looking for fairy-tale princes. Believed Rarity had meant: “Beauty, inspiration, generosity: won’t you show me yours, my love? Isn't this the greatest love in life?”
One emotional gala, when they were both mares, Sweetie Belle quietly confessed all this to Rarity.
Whereupon Rarity laughed. “Well now, that moral works much better! Bravo, Sweetie Belle! Bravo indeed!”