Me and Spike rode to Rarity's boutique on the arctic for my new outfits to be made. I didn't have a problem with my blue jeans, though they were getting a bit old and. I like new things, not old, new.
On the trip there we ran into pinkie with her asking random questions about favorite food, music ,and other random things then vanished into thin air through what I sensed as a recurrence of a Black Hole around her.
We reached Rarity's boutique with it's unique carousel design on the outside.
"Well, that's one way to decorate a shop," I said in complete confusion while hoping off of the arctic wondering why a carousel was on a shop and not at a carnival.
"If you think it looks good on the outside you will think it is nothing once you've seen it on the inside," Spike replied as we walked to the front door.
I took that opportunity to knock as he was distracted with his talking, I was able to get rarity's attention,
kind of.
"I'll get it," a young high pitched voice rang through my ears.
"Spike, anything you aren't telling me?" I asked remembering how Rarity's voice sounded this one not being it.
"Yes, Rarity's sister Sweetie Belle is staying for the week, sorry I didn't fill you in," He said slightly ashamed for not mentioning this earlier.
"Alright, no harm done," I replied.
It took about three seconds for Sweetie Belle to get to the door open it then run back inside even faster while screaming.
"Was it something I said?" half knowing why "or is it my height," I joked while spike just walked in with me in tow.
It wasn't hard for us to find them with Sweetie Belle screaming, who could blame her. Seeing a 6 foot 3 inch tall human was more or less uncommon here where everypony natural stood at an average of 4 feet tall.
"Hello. I believe you requested me this afternoon Rarity." I said in my most civilized voice and tone to hopefully calm Sweetie Belle down and stop that defining scream.
Rarity then looked down at her sister and said, "Sweetie belle, Remember when I said i had a client coming in today that wasn't a pony?"
"Yes, I thought it would be a griffon not... that," she replied.
"Excuse me but 'that' has a name you know, and it's Dylan," I intervened.
"And he is a pretty cool guy when you get to know him," spike said continuing this conversation.
"Now I am not a tailor, but you might need some measurements." I said.
"Yes I will darling, now If you will just stand over there please,"
I did as instructed and got the measurements taken yet it still took a little while to get them because of my lack of experience with things floating around my head. Sensing every movement just by the air pressure difference of flying measuring tapes.
"Well I can whip up a shirt in just a few minutes." Rarity said with confidence, "I'll be right back. Just wait in the waiting room, will you darling?"
" I have the time so take as long as you need," I said knowing to manage time wisely even while waiting.
As Rarity walked off with spike in tow to make my shirt I saw literal hearts forming like balloons and bursting just to be replaced by another.
"Never saw that back home," I said remembering the tales of a great dragon eating livestock as sacrifices so he wouldn't eat all of humanity.
Apparently sweetie belle was still a bit timid around me so while I waited she started slowly walking to the door. Upon reaching said door she said rather fast, "I'mgoingtotheclubhouse,bye!" then bolted toward a nearby orchard.
I caught myself about to sigh in annoyance and stopped before it came out.
A few minuets after that outburst rarity came out floating a royal looking shirt that seemed to look well with my blue jeans and said before I could reply, "It is a simple gift so no pay is required."
"Simple, That shirt looks like it is for royalty," I said looking at the navy blue dress shirt not knowing she was that good, "It even looks better than the shirts my... grandparents......made........" With that said a small tear ran dawn my cheek that Rarity luckily didn't notice.
She apparently took the comment to heart and didn't pay attention to the last part of what I said. "You think so," was all she asked.
I had just caught on when I subconsciously answers "Yes."
Her eyes sparkled with that of pride and joy of appreciation.
"Can you find your own way back to twilight's?" Spike asked obviously wanting alone time with Rarity.
"Yes. Don't worry about me," I replied my voice trying to go monotone.