//------------------------------// // Groups have big shadows- Diamond Tiara Babs seed Silverspoon // Story: The Source Of Our Chaos // by Pinkieshyrose //------------------------------// Diamond Tiaras point of view It was storming in Ponyville, I hate the rain can't those dirty Pegasus do anything right, Its infuriating despicable waste of space, Its like a Blank Flank. I was in one of are many mansions, In one of my many difrrent purple, cashmere beds with the giant pink teddy bear, the wall paper fancily designed to fit my Cutie Mark, chest of toys with intricate designs and shapes that i've never used, were tossed in neat rows, and other things that Apple Bloom and her other Blank Flank crybabies would call “fancy” like velvet curtains, and a silver vanity from, Prance. “Lady Diamond!” A maid called it could have been my dress maid, my fitting maid my butter maid, they were all nameless in my book. These one had hair curly hair, that resembled thick yellow icing, she was mostly red, had golden eyes, I had not seen her before. Why should I care about remembering them? There just here to replace the next one, they roll by like the rain or some type of modern factory system, that makes my Daddy money just there here to leech money sure they work, but not enough to give them a bit. "Do you have my the breakfasts that I get on Tuesdays? My crispy waffle, drenched with honey? My delicious whipped cream milk shake well shaken, with the special cinnamon that Daddy ordered from Prance? My vegetarian omelet with the crisp of the egg flame torched mildly on the edges?" “No ma’am I ... do not. She said weakened. ‘Then why are you speaking! Do you think your pretty little “feeling’s” will fix these ?’ I proclaimed defiantly, “No excuse for a maid, will deprive me of my breakfast. “ My dad then walked in, at the wrong time to, its the first time he caught lashing at the “help” they dont really deserve to be called that either, actually they dont really help that much. “Diamond Tiara I've taught you better, wheres your senses gone? Apologize to her at once.” Its in his you better do these now face its effective,to a point i've practiced it a lot in Ponyville, it makes all the blank flanks squirm. “But Daaaaaaaaaad!” I plead, I already know its too late, his look is to effective. “No, Diamond now apologize, and put on a scarf, were going to your psychologist meeting in Canterlot, you might see Silver Spoon there she's got the same one.” Oh great, that means Daddy’s being cheap again, using a different psychologist instead, of paying my regular one out of that little “incident” that I caused her. “I apologize,” A normal parent would have gone further, but he had won, I had apologized that almost never happened. Dad left followed by the maid, I was left alone. I took a white porcelain hair brush from my vanity, with my hooves, I brushed my hair slowly It was a way to deal with the apology I just bestowed to that dirty maid. With each delicate stroke it slowly calmed me down. Was I sorry? Not in the least. Bab's seeds point of view _______________________________________ “Hi! Is your name, Babs?” A Unicorn that fairly resembled a strawberry said from the seat above mine, she even had green eyes that looked like pointy stems. “Yeah, i'm Babs Seed. How did ya know that?” I said curiously. “Oh, I'm from Cheerilee's class, I sit behind Apple Bloom, she was talking about you there. My names, Ruby Pinch,” She said. “Pleasure to me ya, Ruby Pinch.” I said sweetly, testing out the name. I was on a train heading to Ponyville, away from the reckless streets of Manehatten, away from a bunch of parents wine glasses, and frequent bullies. Sisters orders I was allowed to stay in ponyville again for a day or so. Things had been tough in Manehatten even for me, and seeing my best Cousin Apple Bloom again, would be a whole lot of fun, and the best part is, that i'm almost there. “Hey its storming! I'm sure Mom said something about the Pegasi, not making it even so much as rain today.” Ruby Pinch nervously dictated. “It'll probably be fine, it not like rains is gonna stop a train, anyway little storms are kinda fun huh?” I said reassuringly. “Yes, I guess.” More ease showed in her expression. _______________________________________ Silver Spoons Point of view I was reading in the library of the Silver Hope Mansion, the place my family luckily lived, nothing much was there, it was pretty barren but it was the perfect thing to distract me from the thunder, I wasn't afraid of thunder only weather not controlled, which is what the newspaper was claiming, apparently it was supposed to be a nice bright sunshine day but it wasn't. I took the book called “That Cutie Mark is my Chaos” and headed to the hallway. The maids in the hallway hardly noticed me walking, I didn't talk much without Diamond Tiara there. Are comments mixed in sink, without that alone without her wasn't very fun at all. Through its not as if, I did everything with her, I cooked without her, she refused to do that saying it was “for the maids” i'd never eject though, it just didn't fit are formula. I even applied to be a Nurse, part time in Ponyville hospital alone, Ponyville never had any legal system on how old to do a job, I heard Manehatten did though. My room is small compared to Diamonds, it has a old but not worn wooden desk, which has a shelf of regular books, some playing cards, A pink- purple hair brush, my room is cramped, there is a bunk bed, it is also wooden with a white ladder, the wallpaper is a pearly blue, with spoons as its mane theme the floor, is tiled white and glossy there aren't many signs of wealth in the room or even my age for that matter. “Miss, Silver spoon.” A strict maid with a light blue coat a periwinkle mane and standout purple pinkish eyes spoke, her name was shoeshine and I consider us “frenemies“. “Yes,” I asked in a slightly threatening tone. “Your train to your Canterlot Psychologist is coming, you should leave Ma'am if you wanna catch it that is... ” She said in a calm tone, I could tell she was in one of her “good days”. I threw the book down on the bottom bunk bed, its not longer important just something to read I hadn't even had a chance to cuddle with it, in the imaginary safety of my comfy bed that's meant for two ponies but theres only me. “Ok,” I don't really like trains, especially one that looks like little multicolored wafer cookies, and my Psychologist is pretty dull and anything I talk about, no matter how cryptic, she seems to turn into some type of Physiological Disorder I may be a rude lacky which i'm quite aware of, but i'm not some type of densely filled vault of problems. Through even through, Shoeshine say’s that I have a choice, I have none my life is controlled like that. I carefully brush my hair like Diamond does, as a stress reliever. Then I headed straight, out the door, and directly into the eye of the storm.