Silent Song laughed softly as she walked back to her house. The cause of her laughter walked next to her with a huge grin on his face. It had been three months since she had first met Silver Gear and a lot had changed.
The day after their walk in the park, he had taken her to Sugar Cube Corner in promise of sugary sweets. However, upon arriving, it became aware that he had told Pinkie Pie about her who had of course thrown her a party. Thankfully, Pinkie had kept the party small inviting only her closest friends along with the family who ran Sugar Cube Corner. She couldn’t remain mad at Silver Gear though, because like he promised, there were plenty of sugary sweets.
She still saw Pinkie each time she went to Sugar Cube Corner and the two would catch up over a cupcake, or a dozen in Pinkie’s case. She talked to AppleJack each time she bought apples now, and AppleJack always made a point to listen and carry on the conversation. Silent Song visited the library once a week and Twilight always allowed her to check out more than the usual book limit. The limit usually consisted of two books, but Twilight was happy to meet another pony that truly appreciated a good book and knew how to take care of them.
She never saw Rainbow Dash much, or she did but she was too busy training to become a wonderbolt. However, they always made sure to catch up with each other at one of Pinkie’s parties. In all honesty, Rarity had frightened Silent Song when she first met her. She had run up and gushed over her mane and begged her to model some of her designs for her. Out of pure fear, she had agreed to be a model. However, she had found it rather enjoyable until Photo Finish had tried to make her a full time model. She quickly turned that opportunity down and the pony returned to Canterlot rather disappointed.
Silent Song was surprised to find a pony in Ponyville as shy as herself. Nevertheless, she and Fluttershy quickly became good friends. Occasionally, Silent Song attended one of Fluttershy’s tea parties. The first time she went she expected animals to attend but was rather surprised to find a bear sipping on some tea.
Even though she had made six new friends, she still considered Silver Gear to be her best friend. Occasionally she would wonder if there was something more between them, but would brush it off and convince herself he didn’t feel the same.
The two walked through the front door of Silent Song’s home. He walked over and sat on her sofa while she went into the kitchen.
“Would you like something to drink?” she called softly from the window that created on opening between the two rooms.
“Water, if you don’t mind.” He called back from where he sat. A moment later, she walked into the living room levitating the two glasses of water. Silver Gear had only been in her house a few times, but each time he noticed her hoofs never made a sound on the wooden floor. He also noticed this each time they were at Sugar Cube Corner, the library, or one of the other businesses in town. He could only figure it was part of her quiet personality. She placed the two glasses on the coffee table and sat down on the opposite end of the couch.
“Thanks,” he took a sip of water before a thought occurred to him. “Hey Song, I never hear you talk about your job. Where do you work?”
“Oh… um,” she took a sip of water before continuing. “I just do different things like foal sitting, or taking care of somepony’s plants when they are away, just small stuff.”
“How does that relate to your cutie mark?”
“It doesn’t I guess.”
“How did you get your cutiemark?”
“Well, it was a little bit of a crazy day for me.” Silent Song took a deep breath and began to recall that day.
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Silent Song sat at her desk looking through a folder. The folder was filled with short stories that she had written.
“I want to do more!” she exclaimed slightly frustrated. “I want to write more than little stories!”
She leaned back in her chair and a thought began to form. A main character, side characters, the plot, a twist, possible conclusion all began swarming her brain. She leaned back over her desk and began scribbling words down on a piece of paper with a pencil encased in her golden magic. She pinned the page to the bulletin board hanging above her desk and continued writing.
After two hours, her brother knocked on her door but she never answered. After a moment, he walked in anyway.
“Hey, you want to play a game? I have the latest Call of Pony, or are you busy?” he asked noticing her writing at a speed that would put the wonderbolts to shame.
“Extremely.” She answered plainly never averting her gaze from the task in front of her.
“Any idea when you’re going to be done?”
“Not a clue.”
He nodded and closed the door leaving her in silence. After several more hours of writing, she dropped her pencil and leaned back in her chair with a sigh and a smile. She had gone though three pencils and one big eraser, but it was finished. She had finally finished her book, but she now realized she wasn’t finished.
She realized that she had been humming for a while now. However, she couldn’t place the song. It was as if she had never heard it before, but as if she had known it all her life at the same time.
She stood and walked over to the baby grand piano that sat on the other side of the room. She had taken lessons before, but that was about a year ago. It had been a while since she last played and it as if her heart was telling her that needed to change.
She sat on the cushioned bench and rested her hooves on the keys. She closed her eyes and her heart took over. Her hooves flew over the keys playing a melody like she had never heard before. As she played, a vision appeared in front of her closed eyes. However, the picture she saw did not stay still, but flowed.
She wrote the last few notes of the song on her music sheet and began playing through the song once more. As she sang the last few notes, she heard hooves clapping behind her. She turned to see her mother clapping and smiling.
“That was really good! I haven’t heart that song before, did you write it?”
“Yeah,” she walked over and sat in front of her art supplies. She pulled out a small eight-by-ten canvas along with several brushes paints. She had painted several things before, but none of the other times compared to this. Before, she would have an idea and paint it, simple as that. However, this was pure inspiration. Normally she would use acrylics, but this called for watercolors.
“Sweetie, did you write this?” her mother asked noticing the pages neatly stacked on her desk.
“Yeah-huh,” she answered blankly already working on what she believed to be a masterpiece. However, she knew for some reason she didn’t care how it turned out, she just had to get it out of her brain and on canvas. ‘No, not my brain, but my heart,’ she realized. ‘Like the book, the song, and now this painting, it’s all from the heart.’
“Sweet pea, this is really good!” her mother exclaimed after reading the first few paragraphs. “A few spelling errors, but really good!”
“Yeah-huh.”
About an hour later, a stallion walked into the room to find not only his daughter sitting on the room painting, but his wife sitting on the bed reading.
“Hey squirt!” he greeted only to be met with silence. He walked over and kissed his wife on the cheek, “Hello dear, how was your day?”
His wife’s eyes only continued to move back and forth across the page. After another moment of silence, she pointed to the stack of papers face down next to her. “Read,” she commanded.
He picked up the stack and began reading. After a moment he asked, “Did Song write this?”
“Yeah-huh,” both his wife and daughter answered in unison.
Another hour or so later, a colt a few years older that Silent Song walked into his sister’s room surprised to find the rest of his family there.
“Whoa, party in Song’s room,” he commented with a smirk only to be met with silence. “Hey mom, if your not cooking dinner can we order pizza?” He was met with only more silence, as his mother seemed determined to finish reading the page she held. His sister sighed and lay on her back seeming content with herself. He walked over and noticed the wet painting where she had sat just a moment before. “Cool! Did you paint that sis?”
“Yeah,” she replied looking up at the ceiling.
“That’s awesome!”
His mother looked up and set the page down on the bed the same time his father did.
“What chapter did you just finish?” she asked looking over excitedly.
“Twelve, how was the ending?” he asked matching her tone.
“I’m not giving away and spoilers!”
“Mom, Dad, did you see what Song painted?”
The two looked over to see a small canvas leaned up against the wall. As her parents and brother admired her artwork, Silent Song stood up and stretched. “Can we order that pizza now?” The three turned to look at her and smiled.
“Sure,” her mother answered with a smile, “after you look in the mirror.”
She walked over to her mirror confused by her mother’s strange request. She looked at her reflection not surprised to find her same long mane and green eyes. She turned to the side and found something new.
Her cutiemark.
On her flank, a green pencil, the same color of her eyes, crossed with a paintbrush dipped in the same color creating and x with a black music note behind it. She turned to see her family beaming.
“Congrats squirt!”
“Bout time sis!”
“Come on sweetie,” her mother said walking towards the door, “let’s go order that pizza!” Silent Song skipped out after her mother as her father sat back down on the bed and continued reading. Her brother walked over and began reading the pages he assumed his father was done with.
“Did Song write this?”
“Yeah-huh”
A few moments later, Silent Song returned to her room.
“Hey, is cheese pizza okay with you two?”
“Yeah-huh.” The two spoke in unison.
“Okay,” she turned to go, but and idea came to mind. “Hey dad, can mom and I go get hooficures tomorrow?”
“Yeah-huh.”
“Sweet! Thanks daddy!”