Holiday.
Rarity trotted down the quiet streets of early morning Ponyville. It was quite nice, birds chirping in the trees with no loud, obnoxious ponies to scare them away. She would have like to go through one of the pretty green parks but no, she had a very target in mind. Already the houses were spreading further and further apart as she left town. Fluttershy’s house was coming up, animal roaming around the sweet cottage.
I shall have to pop in and see her on the way back, she thought as she passed her friend’s home. I haven’t seen her since our last spa day. The next one’s tomorrow, isn’t? she squealed in delight as the spa rose to her head. Oh, I wish Applejack would come with us. Her mane really is quite soft, she could look so pretty… perhaps I’ll just mock her a little until she agrees. No, no, not today. I must be civil, it’s very important.
Her determination refuelled she began to trot faster, almost galloping, but she wouldn’t do that because she would sweat and sweating was disgusted. It was the one reason she disliked hot days. Cool shade enveloped her and she looked up to trees with dark, glossy leaves and juicy red fruit. She blushed slightly as her stomach growled thought nobody was around to hear.
“Hungry, Rare?” An orange earth pony with a golden-blonde mane tucked under a worn old Stetson hat stepped onto the path, grinning.
“Applejack!” Rarity screeched jumping back a good few step. She placed a hoof to her chest to still her beating heart. This is going all wrong! “W-what are you doing here?”
“Ah live here,” Applejack raised an eyebrow. “Ah was jus’ doin’ some early buckin’.” She indicated some baskets full of apples with her head.
“Why, yes, of course,” she tried to collect herself. “I didn’t mean that question, obviously, I was just, oh, um, you know what I mean.” She waved her hoof.
“Not quite, but ah’ll roll with it,” the farm pony came closer. “Th’real question is what a ya doin’ here? Ah though ya liked to get that pretty sleep thing?”
“It’s beauty sleep, darling,” she responded immediately. “And yes, actually, you are most correct. I did come here to ask you something.”
“Well get to it then,” Applejack tapped a hoof jokingly. “Ah wanna buck some more apples before ah kick the bucket.”
Rarity rolled her eyes. “I was going to ask you to come on a holiday with me to Shell Bay. I have two tickets. I,” she took a deep breath. “I heard it was very romantic.”
Applejack froze. “Romantic? Are ya askin’ me out.”
She trembled slightly. “I believe I am. Can your apples spare you for a week?” I’m beginning to sweat! I hope she doesn’t notice…
A wide grin spread across her face. “Ah bet they can, jus’ fer one week.”
Rarity squealed very loudly and, in a rather un-ladylike manner jumped and knocked Applejack over.
Next prompt: Golden.