Back at home, Silver Spoon went to her bedroom on the third floor of her family’s Canterlot mansion, complete with her own full-sized bed, stuffed animals, jewelry, a vanity, a closet full of dresses. What did it all mean? What did it all mean if she had no idea what to do with them? They would all just be things to collect dust. Like her cutie mark, she was a spoon that no one had any idea to do with it, that was left in the back of the drawer to collect dust.
But… wasn’t a spoon meant to be used? Didn’t it have a purpose? Perhaps Diamond Tiara had been right all along; she was nothing but a follower. She had no one else, no one to whom she could put her talent, whatever it could have been, to use. The thought made her feel sick inside, the thought of not having a purpose.
She pulled off the pendant she had been wearing and set it on the desk before writing a note next to it. She pulled off the dress that she had been wearing and set it neatly in her closet. She pulled out her hairbands and set them on the desk nearby the note. Afterwards she went over to the window and pushed it open.
Have I been nothing but a follower? she asked herself. Have I done so little I forgot what my cutie mark meant? If only I could remember what happened that day…
Silver Spoon walked forwards.
* * *
“Daddy, how come we have so much money?”
“Because daddy works hard to make sure he can care for his little daughter.”
“What do you do with all that money?”
“Well, I try to help other ponies with it. I build places where they can work, and I can offer jobs to those who don’t have any.”
“Why are there ponies who don’t have any work, daddy?”
“Because sometimes there are ponies who have talents better suited for some jobs and not others and can’t find work related to their talents. I try and help them as much as I can by making jobs that they have the talents for.”
“Dad… I wanna be like you when I grow up. I wanna work hard and get rich and help ponies out like you.”
“That’s my little girl… look at that!”
“What? What is it!?”
“You got your cutie mark! A silver sugar spoon with a blue heart jewel in the handle.”
“It’s pretty…”
“Not as pretty as you, my little girl…”
* * *
Sweetie Belle:
Thank you for the pendant, but I think it’s time I gave it back. I won’t need it anymore. Though, for once, I can say you weren’t all that bad. Thank you for trying to reach out and, while it might be too late, I hope you can accept my apology. I hope you can remember me as a friend... and hopefully I will remember that, too.