//------------------------------// // Through Her Window // Story: Through Her Lens // by SandyShores //------------------------------// The next day Applejack made her way over to Carousel Boutique to check on Rarity for the first time since yesterday. She made her way in and heard a noise coming from the kitchen. She went in to investigate to find Sweetie Belle hovering over the stove, presumably making lunch. “Whoa there partner.” As she went over to get her off the stove. “What do ya think yer doing standing over the oven like that?” “I was making lunch for Rarity.” “Well when you’re making lunch for Rarity you should try making a sandwich, or maybe some soup, not a 3 coarse meal using the oven.” She looked inside to see that what she presumed to be lasagna, which fairly burnt to a crisp. “Besides maybe a sandwich would be a little easier anyway.” Sweetie Belle blushed at her burnt lunch. “Okay I’ll just make her a sandwich.” Now Applejack made her way upstairs, she entered Rarity’s room to find her signing her own cast. “What’cha writing there Rarity.” She looked over to get a closer look. ‘Here lie the broken bones of Rarity.’ Applejack changed the short subject to a more responsive one. “So uh, anypony come over to visit you yet?” Rarity sighed, satisfied with the memorial to her leg, and set the marker back down on the table. “Rainbow Dash stopped by for a visit.” “Well wasn’t that sweet of her.” “She tried to take off my cast to ‘get at better look at my leg’ ”. “Oh,” Applejack blushed. “well anyone else stop by?” “Pinkie Pie was just her a while ago.” “Oh well I’m sure that must’ve been real f…” “She brought her party cannon.” Applejack looked around to find several pieces of loose confetti around the room, though not as much as she’d expect. “Not much confetti, I see.” “I picked up most of it myself.” Applejack began picking up the left over pieces as she decided to change subjects again. “Oh, anyway you wouldn’t believe what I saw Sweetie Belle making you for lunch.” “Oh my that’s right is the lasagna almost done?” “That was your idea?! Oh well not exactly.” Rarity sighed once again. Clearly she was not having the best time with her broken leg. “Well what else have you been doing to pass the time?” “Nothing else to do, been sitting here wallowing in my own pity,” She then pointed over to her large window. “been looking out the window too.” After helping to clean Rarity’s room, as well as making sure she ate her lunch, much to the indifference of Rarity. Applejack was ready to leave, she knew she should stay and keep her friend company, but Rarity clearly wanted to be left alone. “Oh right before I leave,” She pulled a few magazines and books from her bag. “I brought you some readin’ material over from the library. It’s not much, but I’m sure it’ll do ya some good.” She placed them over on the table by Rarity before leaving for the day. Rarity made her way over to pick up one of the magazines Applejack gave to her. “Fashion Weekly? That’s not funny AJ.” Before picking up and deciding on another magazine. “Stallion Central, I guess I’ll just read the articles.” As she opened the magazine. After several hours she read through most of the magazines, the good ones anyway, and decided to skip the novels altogether. ‘Really Applejack, I’m not much of a Daring Do fan.’ Before she tossed aside the adventure books. It was beginning to get late and out of ideas again, she made her way over to the window and looked out to see a smiling Pinkie Pie bouncing as she made her way over presumably to Sugar Cube Corner. ‘Well at least one of us is having a good time.’ She decided to have a good time herself; she took the bottle of wine out of the chilled bucket that Sweetie Belle brought up earlier with her dinner. She pulled the cork and poured herself a glass as she continued peering out the window at the few ponies who passed by. She then noticed someone inside her house. She made out the figure to be Cherilee, as she sat down at her table with places set for two ponies. Including two plates, two set of utensils, and two wine glasses that sat directly across from each other. Rarity told herself it wasn’t polite to spy, but she couldn’t help herself, she wondered who the lucky stallion was. She continued watching as Cherilee now poured herself a glass of wine, while Rarity wondered if Cherilee didn’t have a special somepony. Cherilee lifted her glass, which Rarity copied herself as she imagined keeping the mare company during what must’ve been a lonely dinner. They took their short sips, and after the wine had cleared her throat, Cherilee buried her head between her forelegs on the table. Rarity turned away from the highly personal sight and noticed through a different window another pony, this one she didn’t recognize. He sat at his desk typing on his typewriter. This one was a handsome light blue stallion, who she’d never met before. He must’ve been writing something long, because he continued to type away for as long as Rarity keep her gaze. Every few minutes the stallion, whom she nicknamed ‘Hemingway’, would bring his forehoof to his forehead as he struggled to find his next few sentences. ‘Writer’s block?’ Rarity would ask him in her mind, and after just a few seconds Hemingway would smile at his work and respond with ‘Of coarse not’ as he continued his writing. Rarity then noticed a grey mare who must’ve been working on her latest piece with her violin. She struggled, but Rarity could tell it was only because she didn’t think she was good enough herself. She continued to silently stroke her violin throughout most of the night. Rarity imagined how wonderful she must’ve sounded despite her own doubts and made her way over to the record player she left by her bedside. She found the vinyl she was looking for ‘Violin Sonata in E Major’ and placed it on the surface of the player. She went back to the window and imagined the grey mare playing something akin to Beethoofen as she silently reassured the pony ‘See I knew your music was beautiful.’ After several hours of listening to the wonderful violin as the mare silently practiced. The mare made her way over and carefully placed what was surely her most prized possession in it’s case, she then turned off the lights and made her way to bed. ‘Don’t want to be tired, you must have big concert coming up.’ Rarity advised her. Rarity herself turned off the soft music and was about ready to turn in to bed, however as she wheeled herself she heard faint sounds of yelling. She made her way back over to the window and without the sound of Beethoofen; she was able to make out two ponies arguing. When she found them, they were in their bedroom yelling at each other, he was a rather large yellow stallion, and she was a rather timid looking blue pegasus. She watched as they argued for several minutes over what she presumed was nonsense, until he made his way over the sofa and slept there for the night. ‘They’ll probably make up in the morning.’ She told herself as she made her way to her bed and fell asleep after a long day of doing nothing.