There was something pleasant about painting nails. It was a therapeutic act, where one could focus on the necessary strokes and with the right colors. Adagio was doing that more and more these days. It beat moping, which seemed all any of them were good for anymore. If she was busy taking care of her hands, they couldn't reach for a pendant that wasn't there. And if they couldn't reach for a pendant that wasn't there, she wouldn't risk falling into yet another spiraling depression.
So today, right now, Adagio did her nails. Even if they were fine. Removing the color already on them made the therapy take longer.
Today, in the sprawling living room of her sprawling six-bedroom home, her work was interrupted by an unusual sight: Sonata, walking down the stairs wearing her hoodie and sneakers. This alone wasn't so odd. The part that made Adagio stare was the way Sonata moved. Not sagging and mopey and on the edge of breakdown. Sonata walked tall and appeared fiercely determined. And she was headed for the front door, which they hadn't opened in the past three months save to accept the delivered groceries they'd been surviving on since... the Mistake.
Adagio didn't want another fight. But then, Aria was the one she fought with. Sonata just watched and cried or left the room. "Where are you going?"
The youngest siren didn't even glance at her. "To talk to Sunset Shimmer."
Of all the answers that could have been given, Adagio had never imagined that one. "What?"
"I think you heard me."
Had Sonata just... given her lip? How was...? It wasn't even... Since when? She could merely sit and be flabbergasted. Only when the door opened did she find her voice, and she couldn't even put any effort into it. "Why?"
Sonata paused at the threshold for some time. Adagio wished she could see her face.
"Because I'm tired of moping. And you two screaming at one another. We need to do something about this."
Adagio looked at her nails. At her nail polish. Then at Sonata. A part of her was raging, demanding Sonata be stopped, talked down, held back. Another voice, much louder these last few months, noted how none of that kept them from being where they now were. "But why Sunset Shimmer?"
"Who else?" Sonata finally looked back. There were tears in her eyes. "All you two do is fight and blame each other and me. I know we didn't see much of her, but Sunset at least seemed to have put herself together. We need that right now, Dagi."
Adagio opened her mouth. No arguments came out.
"You don't even have the pride left to try and stop me." Sonata shook her head and turned back to the bright, open doorway. "We've spent the last thousand years acting like spoiled brats. I'm ready to grow up."
The door closed. Adagio eventually went back to her nails.
She wished she could feel upset about this.