Chapter Ten
I trot through the field, picking flowers with my magic and sniffing them. I sigh blissfully and twirl around, trying to make myself dizzy. It was actually quite easy, becasue within minutes I am on the ground, surrounded by soft petals and grass, the smell of jasmines and cherry blossoms filling the air. There was a slight breeze that made my mane tickle my cheeks. I giggle to myself and sigh. All of a sudden, there's this slight sound of trotting that surprises me. The breeze stops and I look around. There's not even any pavement!
I bolt up and realize I was dreaming.
"Dear Celestia..." I say, annoyed as I rub my head with my hoof. I look over the ledge of my lofty bedroom and I see Dinky trotting around, looking for something. I then see her picking up a grey doll with a yellow mane and go into her room. Her room light is on. I look at my clock, and do a face-hoof. Three in the morning.
What in Equestria is she doing up?! I think to myself.
I walk into her room and it looks like she's packing for something. She has her saddle bag on the bed and her picture frame is still sitting on the bed. I suddenly realize that she IS packing. But I don't know why, it's Hearth's Warmings Eve! Well, technically it is, anyway. It's three A.M for pony's sake!
"Dinky, what in Equestria are you doing?" I asked her, my voice stillscratchy and tired from sleeping. "It's three in the morning!" I walk over and watch her pack.
"I'm leaving." She said, as if it were obvious. I'm suddenly awake now, and my body tenses. I think for a moment, and suddenly I remember.
"Fine. But on Hearth's Warming Eve, I'm going home."
I feel my pupils shrink and look outside, where I see pegasi are already up, getting ready for another snowy day. She can't possibly be serious... or is she? IS she serious?
"Dinky, but... But you said you would stay!" I say, trying to get her to stop packing.
"I said no such thing." She said in the same tone I use at Spike when he ruins a book of mine. I gallop out of the room and pace, knowing I don't have much time to think. She's almost done packing, and she doesn't even have much to pack! She came here with barely anything at all! I think back to the letter Celestia sent me when she told me that Dinky was going to stay with me and give up. I'm going to Magic Kindergarten. I can't believe this is happening. Celestia will surely think that not only is Derpy unable to care for Dinky, but that I am too! Oh why is this so hard-
"What did you just say?" I hear small voice say behind me. I turn around and see Dinky, standing there, extremely angry. I look at her, confused. I didn't say anything. But then...
"Did... Did I say that out loud?" I ask, ashamed. I did it again.
"My mommy is unable to care for me?" She asks, her anger escalating. "My mom is UNABLE TO CARE FOR ME?!" Her voice is getting louder, and I can hear Spike turning in his bed. He's waking up.
"Dinky, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"
"Oh, you're sorry. You're sorry!" She turns around and starts kicking the floor with her hoof. For a while we stand there, silent and I think about what I thought... or... SAID, apparently. What I said... Was it really so bad? I mean, Derpy left Dinky home alone. But if it's so irresponsible, then why is Dinky here? She's safe, isn't she? Why is it so bad that Dinky was home alone sometimes? I was in a room alone a lot when Celestia trained me. What's so different?
Suddenly I'm angry too. Celestia... she's such a... such a... hypocrit! She left me alone in that castle sometimes, and I was able to fend for myself just fine! My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Dinky turning around. I calm down, and look at her. I know what to say now, but beefore I can open my mouth, she begins talking.
"Did you agree?" She whispers. I stand there, my body aching from shame again. I'm the hypocrit now. After all, I'm technically royalty. I'm technically related to Celestia. Even if it's not by blood, Celestia practically raised me. It's entirely possible that I've somehow gained part of her personality of wisdom and intelligence by spending so much time with her.
"I SAID, did you agree?" She says, louder this time. I hear Spike moan and snore again. I wince. If he wakes up and listens, all respect he has for me will have been lost!
"No, of course not." I say kind-heartedly. I must have her know my true feelings. I didn't mean it that way, but it sure came out that way.
Dinky shakes her head and turns around again, walking toward the door. She opens the door, and right before she enters into the cold, dark, frozen world, she turns back to me. She has a disgusted look on her face, like she's seen a parasprite infestation in her own home.
"And I thought you were different." She says like the words taste badly in her mouth. The words sting my face, and she turns around, walking out the door and slamming it behind her with a kick of her hind leg. And then she was gone.