Celestia's sun slowly rose into the sky, resisting the powerful tug of its controller as she slowly coaxed it from its place of rest. Down below in the small town of Ponyville many of the village's tenants were undergoing similar battles as parents and spouses attempted to coax their own tired and groggy ponies from bed. Many a pony, in search of the great pick-them-ups, had already gotten in line at their local Sugarcube Corner. The line, despite being so long it went out through the door and about half a block down, was moving at a phenomenal speed as guest after guest was served delicious sugar filled pastry. Fed and satisfied the ponies were transformed from their dull tired selves into colorful energetic delights, smiling and prancing off towards work to continue their day.
Ponying the counter was no other than Pinkie Pie, moving as a rapid blur as she chatted up and served the guests one after another. “Hello Mr. Basket, another blueberry muffin today? Here yah go! Hi Mrs. Grudgy, I got a fresh piping hot apple filled pastry just the way you like it. Oh Mrs. Fran, you look great today, diets really working out! Here's your non-fat non-sugar extra fruit with a dab of whipped-cream strawberry tart. Aloe, Lotus! Hee hee, one strawberry parfait to share with a side of walnuts,” she said rapid fire as she darted around. Behind her in the kitchen the Cakes, a skinny yellow earth pony stallion with an orange mane and a blue slightly pudgy earth pony mare with a dark pink striped mane, baked and ran around as best they could, struggling to keep fresh pastries out for each customer as more and more were served by their zipping tenant.
Within half an hour the last of the line was served and the two elder earth ponies took a seat at the table, wiping the sweat from their brow. “Whew. I don't know what we'd do without you, Pinkie,” Mr. Cake said with a smile.
“No problem! I got all the bits to take to the bank so...” Pinkie asked as she held two bags in her mouth and stared at him with big doe eyes.
He merely chuckled and nodded, “Go on. Just make sure to be back before noon! You know we-” he stopped as he heard the mare run out the door, slamming it behind her. “Wish I had that kind of energy.”
“You used too,” Mrs. Cake teased as she reached out to massage his back and lean in for a soft kiss, though she stopped as they heard the door open. “Coming,” she called out and pulled away. Mr. Cake gave a disappointed sigh but amused himself by watching her walk away, years of marriage doing little to temper his enjoyment of his wife's movements.
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Pinkie dropped off the bits at the bank before happily taking off to see Twilight! The brainy mare in question had asked her to pop by this morning to help with one of her experiments, and bring over a grape and cream filled pastry. She hummed happily as she reached out to knock on the door, a quick little rat-a-tat-tat-a-tat-tat-bing-a-ling.
“Hey Pinkie,” a voice mumbled as the door was slowly opened and a little purple dragon waved. He wasn't even surprised it was her, he didn't know any others who could bing-a-ling a door.
“Gooood morning Spikey!” she said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a small jewel covered cupcake for him and held it out. His eyes practically bulged out of his head as he took the delicious treat and happily darted off, leaving the door open for her. She happily skipped inside and, to her surprise, Twilight was already up and at her desk. “You're up early.”
“Never went to bed,” the purple coated mare with a striped purple mane mumbled, “Been working on this all night.” The pony began to tip a small purple vial into a large green cylinder and mixed them around. It began to bubble and turn black as she nodded. “Perfect! Now this should be ready in about an hour.”
“What is it?” Pinkie asked as she laid her chin on the desk and lightly poked the cylinder.
“Careful! If I'm correct it will work as a temporal binding agent that can be used on woods, plastics, papers and metals without binding to the ponies fur if any is spilled.”
“Ohhhh. So you want me to drink it?”
“... What? No. What? Why would I... What?” Twilight stared at the pink mare in confusion as she blinked a few times. “Why would I want you to drink it?”
“Well you said you wanted my help with an experiment, so...”
“Oh! No! No no no! Not that, hee hee, not that at all! This is because I've been having some trouble lately when I was working on some projects earlier. I want your help with something else. I've been working on something with Zecora!” the unicorn said proudly as she pulled out a small wooden box with her magic. Flipping the lid open she revealed a small pink vial. “She's been showing me a few small potions and I've been trying some of my own. This one is supposed to give the wearer wings like that spell I tried before when we went to Cloudsdale, assuming it holds the spell correctly.”
“Why didn't you drink it?” the excitable asked as she took it in her hoof and downed it. “Mmm, minty!”
“What? No, I-” she face hoofed. “Because I wanted to test the visual changes and log any effects and... huh. How do you feel?”
“... My mouth is tingly. My tongue feels fuzzy,” the earth pony said as she stuck her tongue out. It was bright pink with blue poka-dots.
“Oh... Oh dear. Hold on! Let me check something...” Twilight mumbled as she took out a small book from her desk and flipped through it. “No... No I did the spell right... I would of sworn I made the potion right... She did say-”
“EEE!” Pinkie squealed as hee sides started to shake and throb. “Owie owie ow EEEEE!” she shrieked and then *POP* two butterfly wings popped out of her side, toppling over a small stack of books. “Oops, sorry,” she squeaked.
“No no, it's quite alright. Sadly the potion will only last a few hours,” the pony mumbled as she took out a quill and paper. “But if I can get the potion to have a longer shelf life maybe I can extend the duration too... Now Pinkie, how do you... Pinkie? Pinkie!” she yelled as she glared at the door that was wide open. “Get back here!”
“What?” Pinkie asked as she popped her head out from the kitchen. “I was getting a glass of water.”
“I... oh. I thought you... nevermind. Anyway. Come with me to the basement, I'm going to run some tests!”
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Pinkie hummed happily as she trotted through the town, her new and temporary butterfly wings flapping behind her on occasion. She couldn't wait to show Rarity! Now she had wings like she had that one time! She stopped at the door and lifted her hoof to knock... before stopping and realizing Rarity wasn't home yet. Wouldn't be until the end of the week. Her gaze shifted down as she let out a sad sigh. Then the most awesome idea, well, an awesome idea popped in her head! Her trampoline! Hee hee!
It wasn't long before she had the trampoline set up underneath the large cloud mansion and began a few quick hops. One. Two! THREE! “RAINBOW DASH!” she yelled as she crashed in through the floor and, true to her prediction, slammed right into the sleeping blue mare with her jumping cry.
“Wha? Huh? Whadda? Wha?” the blue mare asked as she flailed about frantically for a few minutes before finally looking up at the pink pony in bewilderment. “Pinkie? What in Equestria are you doing, how did you get up here?” she glanced to the ground, the clouds already reforming to fix the damage. She then eeped and latched onto her friend. “Pinkie are you crazy?! You could have been hurt, what if you... What if you... You have wings. Why do you have wings?” Finally the mare face hoofed. “Twilight?”
“Twilight!”
“Of course,” Rainbow said as a wicked grin formed on her face. “You any good at flying yet?”
“A little!”
“Okay then... Catch me if you can!” the mare said as she flew off like a bolt, leaving nothing more than a small pegasus-shaped dust cloud in her wake as Pinkie merely giggled.
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Far away from the playing ponies, walking through the crammed street of Las Pegasus, was Rarity. A red scarf, a large blue hat and a pair of oversized sunglasses failed to adequately disguise the mare as she slowly walked through the city towards Madame Lah Creme's. It was a, unsurprisingly, large building shaped like a big tuft of whipped cream. What did surprise her was the large line that snaked around the building and down the block. She took a deep breath as she scanned over the ponies. Was it really worth it? Was she making the right decision? What if this all backfired on her in the end?
She shook her head and began to turn but, before she could walk away, a voice called out to her. “Rarity!” Enigma's voice cut through the crowd as she turned back towards the line. Confusion spread across her face as she didn't see him anywhere. “Up here!”
She glanced up and went a tad wide eyed. There were a number of patios branching out from the building and he was sitting at one of them. He merely smiled down at her.
“Just go to the front of line and tell them you're here to see me. I already told them about you!”
For a second her heart shook, he told them about her?! How could he? He promised, he... She stopped when she realized what he meant and she shook her head at her foalishness. The mare slowly walked towards the end of the line, getting a number of glares from other patrons, and nervously coughed. “I'm here to see Enigma...”
The matre'd nodded and flagged down a waiter, “Of course mademoiselle, Olivebranch will escort you to your table.”
The mare nodded and glanced around as they walked through the packed restaurant. Creature's from all over seemed to be here. She saw a buffalo in one corner, wearing a snazzy beaded jacket and a few tables down she saw a bat pony and a zebra discussing something over a large casserole dish. A few more tables away she even caught sight of a griffin! Still, the majority of the guests seemed to be ponies of all sorts and breeds. Pictures were hung on the walls of a completely white unicorn mare, ranging from her as a child to old enough to be Rarity's great-grandmother, smiling on the guests as she cooked in an old-fashioned stone kitchen.
Even more impressive though was the smell. While it was a bit hot and damp inside the restaurant the smell of creams and sauces filled the air, making her stomach growl a little as she followed behind the waitress. She couldn't wait to sample some of the delights here... even if it did mean she had to spend a (short) afternoon with Enigma. She already had an excuse planned. She had to return to her dresses! Her horrible, tacky dresses, that would never sell or make her famous and were nothing more than...
By the time she made it to the table she practically had a cloud over her head and her host merely let out a soft sigh. “Hello Rarity. I take it things aren't going as well as you'd like?”
“What? No! Perish the thought! Things are going marvelous. In fact they are so marvelous I'll likely need to cut this short. If I was to leave my stand for more than a few hours, my, the entire event coul-”
“Rarity. Don't lie to me. You know it won't work,” the stallion said as he rolled his eyes and pushed over the menu. “Please. Order whatever you like. I'd just like to talk, just as friends. Okay? Like old times, before you left for Ponyville.”
“I thought I made my intentions quite clear why I left,” she grumbled as she flipped open the menu.
“You did. Especially when you stopped accepting your share of the profits,” he mumbled softly as he reached out to sip a small glass of water. “I understand, really I do. I just don't think it's any reason to completely cut ourselves out of each others lives. We were friends bef-”
“No. We really weren't,” she grumbled as she looked at the menu. “You merely had a crush on me and I had an eye for fashion and... a thirst for experience. The objects I created should have never been made! They were nothing more than pandering to-”
“They were brilliant!” he snapped as he slammed a hoof down. “The things you designed were possibly the best there ever were! Sure, they weren't designed for the target market you liked but there is more to this world that rich pompous nobles and politicians!”
She growled, “Indeed there is! But I'll be damned if I'll allow my name to be sullied by such trivial... perverted... lecherous garments!”
“This is about what that uptight snob Golden Rod said, isn't it?” he said in annoyance as he shook his head. “That mare couldn't see true brilliance if it was attached to that rod and shoved up-”
“Enigma!” she snapped with a glare.
“Well it's true! Why do you always worry so much about those little things?! Some pony is ALWAYS going to hate your work! There are always going to be those who feel nothing is ever good enough! Why couldn't you focus on the dozens of ponies you made happy with your work?!”
“... I knew this was going to happen. I'm leaving,” she grumbled and turned.
“Wait. No, stop. Please,” he pleaded. “I'll drop it. We can talk about something else, okay?”
“I'm really not in the mood,” she growled.
“... I hate to do this but... if you leave, I'll just come down to your table at the convention later and beg there. You know how good I am at making a scene,” he said with a knowing smile.
She sighed and slowly turned back. “Fine. But no more talk of... that. Understand?”
“Deal. How has Ponyville been? Seeing anybody new?” he asked with a smile.
“Hmmm? Oh. Yes actually, I've been seeing a wonderful mare named Pinkie Pie. She's...” she hummed for a moment. How would one explain such a pony? “unique.”
“Oh? Why don't you tell me about her?”
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Pinkie grinned as Rainbow burst into the kitchen and then glared. “How do you keep getting ahead of me?”
The pink mare just shrugged and smiled.
“Whatever. I'm gonna make some breakfast, want any?” the pegasus asked as she reached into her cabinets and pulled out a few Wonder Tarts, official part of the Wonderbolt's breakfast!
“Nah. I should probably head back home. Almost time for the lunch rush! Bye Dashie!” the mare said as she headed towards the door and then stumbled and fell on her stomach. “Huh?” Her wings suddenly burst into flames for a second before poofing in a splash of ash. ".... Oh. Oops." She shrieked as she fell through the cloud cover!
“Pinkie!” Rainbow yelled as she dove through the window and darted down to try and catch the mare. She then stared in disbelief as the mare fell, right on top of a massive trampoline. The pink pony bounced once before flying off and landing in a nearby bush with another shriek. The pegasus flew down and landed by her. “Are you okay? Did you set this up?” she asked as she nudged the trampoline.
“Yeah... Heh heh. I wanted to get a good take off, owie...” she said as she slowly pulled herself from the push and took a few steps, limping a little on her front right hoof.
“Are you okay? What happened to your leg?”
“Just a little sore. It's fine, I just need to walk it out,” the pink mare said with a giggle.
“Are you sure? Maybe you should go see nurse-”
“No, I'm fine. Really. The Cakes need me and I can't disappoint them. Bye!”
“Oh, okay. Bye Pinkie,” Rainbow muttered as he watched the mare bounce off, albeit with less bounce and more subtle limp.
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Far away from the small town, on a small balcony, Rarity continued her discussion as tears of laughter went down her face. “So there I am, laying in bed and absolutely horrified, wallowing in my misery and they come BACK! Oh at this point I just wanted to die! But, with some careful words and Twilight literally dragging me out of bed with her magic they finally got me up. Would you believe they set up a SECOND shoot with Hoity Toity?”
“No, they didn't!” Enigma said with a gasp.
“No! They did! They even put together the dress I prepared for myself and got the originals together! Hoity was blown away and ordered a big order, though I'll be honest the large order nearly bowled me over.”
“What happened then?”
“Well... I...” she sighed sadly and looked off to the side. “I sold about a dozen of the dresses but they never really caught on. Apparently word got out that they were designed for the Gala and the Elements of Harmony. It sold a few more after that but very few ponies wanted to wear the copies of our dress since well, you know how some mares can be.”
He nodded sympathetically. “Of course. Wearing a dress designed for some other pony is a social faux pas beyond almost any. Nearly as bad as wearing the same dress as some pony who is of a lower standing than you. Such a shame, I saw them when they were released and they were marvelous.”
The unicorn nodded with a smile. “Indeed. I got a few orders after the Gala as well but, sadly, they stopped coming after a few months as ponies moved onto the next big thing.”
He nodded, “I see. Some of the higher class ponies can just be so... wasteful. Ignoring a talent like yours?” he smiled as he said the words. “However it seems your friends are quite nice, if a bit bereft of gratefulness and tact.”
“Excuse me?”
“Well... After all that work you did they just... did that. It was quite rude. You're an expert in your field, the fact they jus-”
“Now hold it right there!” she snapped. “While it is true they didn't fully appreciate my designs, I did pressure them into telling me. I appreciate the fact they were honest and told me exactly how they felt. The dresses were theirs after all.”
He nodded softly and chuckled. “Sometimes I think you may be a bit to generous. You're the only mare I know who could have her designs insulted by a bunch of normal ponies and rather than getting furious, actually bend over backwards to make their designs. No matter how ridiculous their concepts were.”
Rarity glowered at him, “They are NOT just normal ponies. They are my friends and some of the greatest ponies I've ever met! You should get to know them before you say things like that about them!”
“Easy, easy! I didn't mean anything like that!” he said as he held up his hooves defensively. “I'm sure they're all amazing mares. Like that Pinkie Pie you told me you were with. You keep avoiding questions about her though. Come on, you can tell me.”
Rarity blushed a little then. “Well, it's... She's unique. Adorable. Kinda needy sometimes but she makes the most amazing treats. I can't tell you how much I've had to increase my work out regiment since we started dating. She's pleasantly plump and just... mmmm... delicious...” she looked off a little bit as she thought about her little pink cotton candy mare back home. “Great at cheering me up but has problems with understanding alone time. Very easily excited and... you know we've been talking about me far to much. How about we talk about you now? Whatever happened to Love Tap?”
“Ah... Love Tap. She was...” he shook his head and looked down. “Our relationship... She was really not... good for me. You know how jealous she always was about you and me hanging out...”
Rarity nodded slowly with a cocked eye. “I remember her once chasing me off with a hot iron.”
“Yeah... Turns out she was like that with every pony I hung out with. Every time I went anywhere she'd accuse me of cheating on her, or she'd yell at me. Then if I so much as asked her where she was going she'd get mean and just...” he nudged his drink a little. “It got to the point I'd cringe whenever she came around because I was afraid she'd start yelling at me again. I uhhh, technically never even broke up with her... I just... Left my share of the rent, packed up my things and ran.”
“You ran?! Was it really that bad?” Rarity asked, her mouth open in shock.
“A lot of the times, yeah. I just never really felt... happy with her.”
“... She didn't hit you, did she?”
“What? No! Of course not!” he said with a nervous squirm.
“You never hit her?”
“NO! I'd never, why would you even, I mean, we had tried spanking once or twice but, never, I mean... errr...”
“Well, I mean you did meet her because of the things we designed. A lot of the ponies who are into those kinds of things are, well... you know...”
“... You know, I wouldn't expect you of all ponies to say that. I know you never really tried any of the... Never mind. Just... Never mind,” he said with a slight glare. “Let's just talk about you friend again, okay? I don't want to talk about this.”
“I... I guess...” Rarity mumbled as she stared at the table. A few moments later their food arrived and the two nervously poked at it.
“I'm sorry, Rarity...” Enigma mumbled as he nudged his pasta around on the plate. “I didn't want to get into a fight... I just wanted my old friend back...”
“... I told you already. I'm not the mare I was back then. I've changed, I don't make those any more.”
“I know,” he mumbled as he glanced down. “That doesn't mean we still can't be friends, does it? I missed you... I know that was the main thing where our interests aligned but I'd still like to get to know other aspects of your life.”
“... Fine,” she mumbled softly as she nudged her lean rose salad. “I'm in town for a little bit so I guess we can talk a bit. So how has business been? Remember I'm only asking as a friend though. Not as some pony interested in trying again.”
“Amazing,” he said with a chuckle. “I actually have client's through out the country and am currently in the midst of designing a couple outfits for the founder of this establishment.”
That made Rarity blink a few times. “Wait, I think I saw some pictures on the wall when we came in. Isn't she like... fifty?”
“Seventy-eight actually. Why?”
Her face turned bright red as she focused her gaze firmly on a random piece of broccoli. “What? Oh, no reason. No reason at all. I was just, errr, nothing.”
“What? You thought she was to old to have an active sex life?” he asked with a smirk. “You know, the elderly have just as much-”
“Don't! Wanna know!” she squeaked as she struggled to keep steam from blowing out of her ears.
“Are you sure? Considering the things she sometimes special orders and her-”
“Shush! Or I'll throw my salad at you. All of it. On your head. You'll look ridiculous.”
“You wouldn't,” he said with a mischievous grin. “If you did you'd get covered in pasta. Mine has cheese as well, you'd take hours to get it out of your hair.”
“I see... I guess this means we're at an impasse...” she said with a glare before sighing. “Fine. I won't throw my salad at you.”
“Awwww. I was kinda hoping you would. Woulda been just like old times,” he said with a soft snicker.
“I did it one time and you completely deserved it,” she grumbled as she chewed on a slice of tomato angrily.
“You were being fillyish,” he teased.
“I was right, wasn't I?”
“... Yeah. Was still quite fillyish,” he then grinned at her. “You're smiling.”
“I am not!”
“Yes you are. It's angry, but I can see it. So, how have your dresses been selling?”
“Wonderfully! They are just... I've already had over a dozen orders in the first few hours alone,” she lied.
“Oh... In that case, do you think you could make something for Jadewing and Silverchain? I'd love to get them matching outfits as an anniversary gift. I couldn't imagine any pony who could do a better job.”
“Jadewing and Silverchain? Oh, are those the twins you were talking about before?”
He nodded with a blush. “Y-yeah. They aren't... really twins. I just tell people that because they act like it sometimes. You've never quite been yelled at for leaving the toilet seat up until you've had it in stereo,” he said with a soft snicker.
“Oh? They yell at you a lot too?”
“What? NO! I mean, well, sometimes when I deserve it. But, no, they are NOTHING like Love Tap was. They actually work in the same business as me. I've been working with Silver Chain on a special loin cloth that Madame Lah Creme wanted attached to-” BAM! His head whipped back as Rarity's salad bowl smacked into him. It clattered to the floor as a few pieces of broccoli and corn fell from his mane.
The seamstress merely dabbed the napkin against her mouth before glancing back at the stallion. “Perhaps we should move along to dessert, no? I think I've had quite my fill and it seems you have as well.”
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Pinkie darted about the shop, rapidly getting the long line snaking out of Sugar Cube corner dispersed. Fortunately the pain in her hoof had dimmed considerably so she was able to easily hand out pastries and other snacks to the hungry ponies. She hummed happily as the line soon gave way to a small hoofful of eaters. In fact it was only three more and they were three of her favorite little fillies in the whole wide world!
“Hi girls!” she said with a happy grin as she looked them over and tried to determine the best sweets for them today.
“Hi Pinkie!” Sweetie Belle, Applebloom and Scootaloo, the founding members of the cutie mark crusaders, said in unison.
“Now, let's see... I'm guessing... Judging by the helmets, the fact you're dripping green slime everywhere and the block of wood currently glued to Sweetie's side you three were trying to go swamp skiing?”
The three eeped and gave each other shifty eyes before shaking their heads. After a few seconds under Pinkie's gaze they slowly began to nod and hang their heads.
“Okie dokey! How about you two go get cleaned up and when you get back I'll have some nice super delicious, super warm and super duper extremely yummy yum strawberry and cream-filled puff pastries.” They gasped in delight at the thought. “And if you promise to let me come next time you do something so fun, I'll share!”
The three fillies nodded rapidly before running out the door, leaving a trail of green slime behind them. The pink earth pony giggled as she went to get the mop. “Three orders of strawberry and cream-filled puff pastries!” she called back as she got to cleaning and happily humming to herself.
Before too long the pastries were up and she, the Cakes and the members of the cutie mark crusaders were happily eating away at the pastries. Mrs. Cake tapped on Pinkie's shoulder, “Dear, can I speak with you a moment?”
“Sure Mrs. Cake! What is it?” the happy mare said as she hopped behind the mare towards the kitchen. When the two were alone the older mare pulled out a drawer and took out an envelope.
“Well... Mr. Cake and I knew how much you'd end up missing Rarity so we got you a little surprise. Open, open!” the elderly mare said as she held the envelope out.
Pinkie popped the envelope open and let out a little gasp. Train tickets! “You... you got me tickets!”
“Yes dear. Now I don't know what we'd do without you but we figured we could let you go a few days without working here. The tickets are for Thursday so you should be arriving late that night. You'll be able to come back with her an- eek!” the earth pony stumbled back as Pinkie glomp tackled her, knocking them both to the ground.
“Thank you thank you thank you thank you!” she shrieked as she tightly hugged the mare and giggled happily. “I'll work extra super duper mega hard to thank you both! Thank you!”
“Oh, it's no trouble dear. Why, I remember when I was your age and Mr. Cake and I would... You can get off dear.”
“Oh! Right, sorry. Hee hee. She's going to be so surprised!”
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Rarity sighed, to her surprise, sadly as the two parted ways. Despite the memories and life-style the stallion had ended up choosing she couldn't deny it felt good to see an old friend again. Dessert had been nice as well, though the strawberry-creme puffs made her think of her little cotton-candy mare back home.
Her little section was holding up as well as to be expected. Without her to guide ponies and lure them in she had received almost no attention. When she was there it didn't fair much better. No matter how she tried when she stood in front of ponies and told them about her outfits and designs, as well as a number of custom outfits she could make, all she could hear was Cuckoo Strait. Each and every word stabbing into her like a knife.
Fortunately that particular mare was no where in sight so while her energy and charisma were drastically wounded they weren't completely torn asunder yet. She even got two orders for outfits designed on her showcase number. As the day finally drew to a close, slow as molasses seeping between two boards, the mare gathered her paperwork and left as quickly as she could.
Six orders. That was all. The mare sighed as she nudged her papers about a bit. Six orders in two days of work. Granted, that was still a fair bit of money considering the prices some of them went for, it was no where near what she had hoped or expected. Her original goal had been dozens of dresses and a few noteworthy upper class sellers falling head over hooves for one of her dresses and purchasing the rights for well... As it was, it seemed her dream would never happen at this pace.
She hummed and wrote down two more names on her order list. Jadewing and Crimson Hoof. She chewed on the end of her pen for a moment as she tried to imagine what the two were like. She imagined two delicate waifs hanging on his every word and she rolled her eyes. Hopefully they wouldn't be as passive aggressive as Love Tap had been all those years ago. She rather disliked having to run from burning hot irons.
Her eyes were drawn to a small bag near the bed. She could hardly believe she forgot them. Her horn glowed as slowly one of her precious mare's sweet pastries hovered out from the bag and guided its way to her mouth. With a single bite she felt her energy and drive slowly replenishing and memories of her sugary treat who was such fun filling her mind. She happily put a hoof down and grinned. Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow she was going to blow that entire event out of the water. They would purchase her dresses by the hundreds! No, they would buy her dresses FOR hundreds!