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// Morning: Sweetie Belle 
// Story: The Crusade is Over 
// by WingedInferno 
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Today would be the day, Sweetie Belle was certain. The world was a brand new place and before the sun could even warm her face, she was awake. The little filly was buzzing with excitement for all the ideas that had been bouncing around her head during the night. The foal was a whirlwind as she dashed out of bed, eager to get the first part of the day over with so that she could spill all her ideas before she burst. Leaving her room a mess as per usual, she bounced down the stairs to find her sister had already laid out breakfast on the table. Rarity was tending to something on the stove, the familiar glow of her magic was at work as she hummed some unfamiliar tune to herself. There was no patience on a day like today. The filly snatched up a bit of the toast set out on the table before trying to drag her way out of the room stealthily,

"Ah, ah, ah Sweetie Belle!" Rarity's voice was silk in its correction. The older sister turned to scold the younger on the etiquette of waiting for everyone before starting a meal. Sweetie Belle groaned and rolled her eyes, a pout on her face as she took a seat at the table; making her displeasure evident with the thud of her hindquarters finding the chair. Rarity paid it no mind as she went back to her stirring. 

Time went by so slow as Rarity finished preparing the meal; making sure to tend to every little detail. Sweetie Belle convinced that she could have counted all of the blades of grass in Equestria by the time her sister finished with the ritualistic nature of making a meal. Each thing had to be just so. Every napkin tucked just this way. Sweetie Belle thought she was just about to lose all hope when Rarity finally said,

"There." A smile on her face, "I think that's just about everything."

It did look wonderful. Everything was mendaciously placed, but the detail in the work paid off. It was easy to see why her sister had become so popular during her time in Canterlot. Rarity put so much thought into everything she did and while it strained Sweetie Belle's patience; it was an admirable quality. A warm glow of sapphire magic placed a delicious looking plate of food in front of the filly. It seemed a bit squishy and Sweetie Belle wasn’t quite sure what she was looking at,

“It’s a quiche!” 

Rarity said, seeing the look of confusion her younger sister wore. Sweetie Belle pursed her lips and tilted her head, poking the thing with a fork. It did smell wonderful. The foal’s rumbling stomach reminded her that the sooner that she ate, the sooner she’d be able to join her friends. Today was going to be a special day. Sweetie Belle opened her mouth to gobble the thing hole, but a squeal from Rarity stopped her mid bite,

“How could I forget!”

Before Sweetie Belle could object, her sister was already gone. A blur of movement dashing off to find something else to add to the table. Sweetie Belle groaned, her voice cracking as her face hit the table with a resounding smack.