//------------------------------// // This May Sound Crazy // Story: Through Her Lens // by SandyShores //------------------------------// That night Rarity sat peering out her window, tonight was another uneventful night. Cherilee once again graded papers, alone. Rarity tried to watch other ponies, but she hadn’t felt good anyway and everybody was so boring tonight, in fact she was bored to the point where she actually picked up a fashion magazine. She skimmed through the several she hadn’t read, and within minutes she had read them all front to back, with nothing to do and no one to watch, Rarity became desperate once again, maybe her sister could provide some company. “Oh, Sweetie Belle.” Sweetie Belle came running into Rarity’s room in just a few moments. “Yeah sis, are you ok?” “I’m just fine Sweetie Belle, I was just wondering what you were up to.” “Oh, well I was just coloring some pictures, was I being too loud?” “Of coarse not dear, but I noticed we haven’t spent much time together since I broke my leg.” “Sorry Rarity, what do you want me to do? Make you something to eat?” “No no dear, nothing like that at all, I was just becoming a little bored here myself, why don’t you color in here with me and keep me company.” “Okay!” Sweetie Belle excitingly shouted. “I’ll be right back.” She ran off to retrieve her markers and drawings. Rarity and Sweetie Belle spent the next few hours, for the most part, listening to Sweetie Belle’s stories about the CMC and school over the past few days, while she colored drawings for Rarity. “I really love this one of you and your friends in your clubhouse.” “Thanks, I like that one a lot too.” Rarity went through some of Sweetie Belle’s adorable drawings. Tonight she had a lot of fun just hanging out with her sister, in fact she went several hours without even touching her pain medication and forgot about her leg entirely. “Oh and Sweetie Belle this one is beautiful, I didn’t know you could draw marshmallows so life like.” “That’s not a marshmallow silly, that’s you.” Rarity looked at the drawing and down at herself, ‘this is not fabulous’ she told herself, but still managed to give her sister the fakest smile in history. “Oh, I would’ve never guessed.” Overall Rarity was glad she spent the night with her sister instead of obsessing over that blue pegasus or any other pony in general. “This one is my favorite Rarity.” She held up and handed her sister the drawing. “Oh Sweetie Belle this is gorgeous.” She looked at the picture, which was a rather simple drawing of a garden with all types of colorful flowers. “Actually Sweetie Belle do you mind if I hang this up. It’s so pretty.” “Really you like it that much? Sure you can hang it up!” Rarity took a pushpin from inside one of her drawers and wheeled her way over to her designs corkboard. She pinned the drawing to it and wheeled back to look at it. “Thank you so much Sweetie Belle.” She reached out and gave her sister a hug. “I’ll see it everyday now.” “Wow, if you like that so much why don’t we hang up the one I made that looks like you?” Rarity sat there admiring the drawing. “Rarity I said, if you like that one so much why don’t we hang…” “Let’s not ruin this moment Sweetie Belle.” After Sweetie Belle went off to sleep, Rarity too went to bed. She hadn’t touched her pills at all during the coarse of the entire night and something told her tomorrow was going to be a great day. *********** Rarity woke up the next day feeling good. For the first time since breaking her leg, Rarity actually had an appetite for breakfast. She had Sweetie Belle bring up some toast, a muffin and some coffee before she made her way off to school. It was the first time that Rarity began to feel better, of coarse her leg was nowhere near healed, but she felt great today. She looked out her window and watched as ponies finished their morning routines and made their way off to work and school. She was still tempted, but she hadn’t touched any of her pain medication. Instead she picked up the Daring Do book from the first day, and gave it a shot. At this point she was no longer worried about the blue pegasus, she’d see her soon enough once she felt good enough to finally get out of bed. After giving the book a few chapters, she ultimately rejected it, not because it was bad, but because it wasn’t her favorite style of storytelling. Daring Do was an adventure book about a common hero, and a fairly familiar antagonist. Rarity liked something a little more suspenseful, something that would keep her on the edge of her seat and always leave her guessing. ‘Oh what I’d do for a good murder mystery right about now.’ A few hours later and Applejack made her into Rarity’s Boutique. Rarity heard the door and was actually very exited to see her friend. Today Applejack wanted to fix Rarity up some chowder, but ultimately decided against it. Instead she stuck with a much more appealing salad, she just hoped Rarity would feel well enough for it. She made way upstairs and surprisingly found Rarity excited to see her. “Hey ya Rarity, feelin’ better today?’ “Oh Applejack, you have no idea. I feel as if I had just been pampered with a day at the spa. Which reminds me that you still owe me one.” Rarity chuckled. “Well that’s right I guess I do.” Applejack chuckled as well. “Is that for me, that delicious looking salad?” “Sure is. Figured you’d want something better than soup today.” “Well this day has been just great so far.” “No more thinkin’ bout’ that stallion and his wife then?” “Of coarse not dear, I can’t believe I was so silly.” She laughed. “Oh right I wanted to tell you about last night.” She said as she took the first bite of her salad. “Don’t tell me you were out spying on every pony again?” Rarity swallowed a mouthful of salad. “Mmm, no. Sweetie Belle and I spent the night talking about how school’s been and she made me the most wonderful drawings, and one awful one.” She wheeled her way over to the drawing of the garden hung up on the corkboard. “Isn’t this just the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?” “Wow, that sister of yours sure is something to be proud of.” “Actually AJ that drawing reminds me of something. Hold on one second.” She wheeled over to her desk and grabbed her camera. She then wheeled back over to Applejack and showed the picture of the rose garden from the other day that she took. “Don’t they look just alike?” “They really do, wow that garden is beautiful Rarity, where’d you plant that?” “Oh Applejack, although I’d love to take credit for those magnificent roses, and I’d even love to snag one when no one is looking, I can’t take credit for them.” “Oh really, then who planted those beautiful flowers?” “It was the blue pegasus.” “I didn’t know Rainbow Dash knew how ta garden.” Rarity rolled her eyes. “Oh Applejack, Rainbow Dash didn’t plant those. The other blue pegasus did, you know, the one who I thought got hurt by her husband.” “Wow, she must’ve been a really good gardener. How long ago did you take that photo?” “AJ I took that photo the other day, right before you yelled at her husband, you know before she got sick.” “Well ain’t that the strangest thing, Rarity you ever hear of someone gardening with chronic arthritis?” “Are you kidding me?” She put her camera back. “My grandma had only moderate arthritis and she spent her days in the hospital, arthritis is very severe considering we’re ponies with four limbs. In fact she could barely move because she was in so much pain, even before she went to the hospital.” She grinned and turned back to Applejack. “So to answer your question, no. There’s no way a pony could garden with even moderate arthritis. Let alone a severe case like in your example. Why do you ask, do you think Mrs. Pegasus had chronic arthritis?” She pointed back at her camera. “Cause there’s no way she could maintain those stunning roses with any hint of arthritis at all.” Applejack stood there with her jaw practically touching the floor. She blinked a few times. “A...are y…you sure?” “Yes Applejack I’m sure, besides I even saw her cooking dinner and reading a book, that’s not something you do when you have arthritis. As a matter of fact from what I remember about grandma, ponies with arthritis don’t generally like to move.” Applejack remembered to breath and sat down on the chair behind her. “Rarity this may sound crazy, but I want you to tell me about her husband, tell me everything you know about that bastard.”