CHAPTER 5
Applebloom’s front hooves were flying. She was in the clubhouse, but that barely mattered. All that mattered was the slowly growing form in front of her, taking shape of all the nature trapped inside of her. A little more here, a little less there, material always flowing. She felt a calm wash over her as the form took shape. She hardly noticed the squeal from behind her-she was one with her work. Suddenly, as quickly as it began, the building stopped. In front of her was a conglomeration of nearly every material that she could find, but it all made the beautiful sculpture of three friends, all laughing together in the afternoon sun. She turned around, beaming, but the smile fell off her face when she saw the looks her friends were giving her. Both of their mouths were agape, but not in horror as Applebloom thought, but rather in awe. Scootaloo was the first to speak of the three of them. “You-you JUST made that? That’s…that’s…so beautiful.”
Applebloom blushed at the compliment, and jokingly addressing the state of the three of them, said with a little more than some attitude, “Anything YET?” They all laughed, and re-enacted the glory days, so recent, but years in the past. The ritual began with the locking of eyes, followed by the obligatory cleaning of any residue of the last idea they had from their flank. Then, with a mental countdown, they all nodded and turned to their flanks. Applebloom hesitated a moment, knowing the paleness that always greeted her eyes. She turned, and was met with a brand new flash of color, adorning her flank with the glory of someplony who had finally found just why the sun smiled down on them every day, leading every single ponyfolk, blank flank or not, through the mysterious, tragic, wonderful journey called life.
The End