Author: Drizzle Quill
Prompt: Practice
“Practice makes perfect, Pinkie Pie. And with enough practice, you’ll be able to stargaze and find constellations like a pro.”
Two ponies sat together, staring at the stars. One was an alicorn, with a lavender wing wrapped around the other, a pink earth pony, holding her close. The earth pony lifted one hoof and pointed at a trail of gleaming stars, beautifully contrasted against the darkening night sky. “Is that a constellation, Twi? Is it, is it, is it?”
“That one is the Big Dipper. See how the seven stars connect?” Twilight lifted one hoof and traced the design by memory, Pinkie watching quietly, blue eyes showing no sign of recognition, but her mouth was agape and she nodded like she understood every word.
“Is there a cupcake constellation?”
Twilight blinked. “Pardon?”
“Is there a cupcake constellation?” Pinkie repeated, half-dazedly staring up at the stars. “Because I’m so hungry right now…I can just imagine how yummy in my tummy that would be!” She licked her lips self-consciously.
The alicorn narrowed her eyes. “We have to concentrate, Pinkie. Practice makes perfect, remember?”
“Practice makes perfect,” Pinkie Pie repeated, nodding slowly. “I understand.”
Twilight looked satisfied; turning back to her telescope set up next to them, she began to speak once more in a rambling, flat tone. “Now, the next constellation we’ll be looking for is Pegasus…I do believe it should be right over—”
She never got to finish her sentence, for she was tackled by a speeding pink blur that smelled of bubblegum. Twilight let out a thud as she slammed backwards into the dirt and stared up at awe at her marefriend, leaning over her and frowning. “This is booooooooring, Twilight! Can we please do something else! Please, please, please?”
Twilight, after getting over her initial shock, blinked and nearly yelled, “But…PINKIE!” Her voice lowered, and she sighed. “I thought you really wanted to learn about the stars. What about…what about practice makes perfect?”
“Oh, silly filly!” Pinkie giggled and stepped off of her marefriend, allowing Twilight to get up and brush herself off, only to be startled yet again by the pink pony pushing her muzzle against her marefriend’s, somehow hanging upside down while doing so. Twilight had given up trying to figure out how Pinkie Pie did it. She was simply being Pinkie Pie. “I don’t need to practice to achieve perfection!” She wrapped her arms around Twilight’s neck and embraced her, her last words only a whisper. “I’m already perfect with you.”