//------------------------------// // Beginning of the Week // Story: Giornate di Sole (Sunny Days) // by lonely colt //------------------------------// Beginning of the Week After peeling his fur from the couch, Haydrien suddenly stopped and asked himself a question that's been plaguing him for days, “why did I sleep on the couch?” Whatever, it never stopped him from getting a good night's rest. After a quick breakfast of toast and hay bacon, Haydrien set off to work for another day of wrestling unruly clouds and filling out rainstorm requisition forms. Oh Celestia, the excitement is just to much to handle. At least Hazel's wings are mostly better so she can at least yell at the other ponies on how to do her job. /// Haydien found himself nodding again on a really fluffy cloud towards the end of his shift. Seriously, why don't we just sleep in the sky? It's not like it will rain on us or anything. After a few more minutes of napping, Haydrien had felt a muzzle brush up against his ear, “WAKE UP, HAY, THERE'S A FIRE!” An awfully familiar voice screamed in his ear. His eyes shooting open, Haydrien put as much distance between himself and the cloud, as if it were... on fire. An eruption of laughter came from below as Haydrien had found the source of his rude awakening. “Wow! Really! A cloud on fire!? You really are something, Haydrien.” It had come from Hazel, who, once again, was finally up and about. “Oh my goodness, Hazel, don't ever do that do me again! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Haydrien yelled back at Hazel who was now rolling over on a cloud and holding her stomach in laughter. After calming herself down, Hazel came over and draped a wing over Haydrien's back. “Come on, Hay, it was pretty damn funny, but I'm sorry.” Hazel nuzzled Haydrien apologetically. She had suddenly let go any flew a few feet away. “Whoa, that was getting to freakin' lame for me.” She snickered back at him and gave him a playful shove. “So, where have you been all day? It's been awfully quiet without you, Hazel.” “I've been stuck filling out some mindless paperwork and mostly stuff that involves sitting in a chair for hours on end. In short, today was boring as hell. But my wings are better, and you bet I'm ready to use them!” she threw her wings open and winced at the sudden movement of them. “Jeez, Hazel, you're seriously gonna kill your wings at this pace. Maybe taking it down a notch is good for you. At least for a few days?” Haydrien commented back, trying not to laugh at his friend's recklessness. “Ugh, whatever, it's cool. I'll just lay up tonight, and read or something like that.” She added enthusiastically. “Thank you,” Haydrien added with a smug grin on his face. “It's time to go home, Hazel, I'll see you tomorrow. You had better not do anything too crazy without me, okay?” “Gotcha.” She said back, opening her wings, but this time more gently. Haydrien watched his friend fly way before heading off home. /// This day, Haydrien decided to fly home on the clouds. At least now he could avoid kissing anymore metal poles or looking like a damn schoolfilly in front of any Royal Guards. Beginning his descent towards his house, Haydrien noticed a stallion waiting in front of his house with a box. “Oh man, it's Silver Buck. He's, like, the cutest mail pony, like, ever! I'd better say something funny and witty to him.” Haydrien thought to himself as he landed a few from his door, getting the attention of Silver Buck. “Um, are you Haydrien?” he asked quietly. “Sí Señor” he said back to him curtly. “Shit. I have no idea why I just said that. I heard them say it last time I went to Marizona and I thought it would be appropriate” Haydrien was mentally beatting himself up over that. “¿En serio?” Silver Buck added back with a small grin on his face. “Oh, man, I have no idea what he just said. Maybe it wasn't too important.” Haydrien thought, he was panicking in his head at this point. “So, w-what did you need?” “A package for you from Dodge Junction, sir! I need you to sign for it” He said, bringing his wing into a mock salute and handing over a clipboard. “Dodge Junction, huh?” Haydrien said back a little deflated. “Thanks, man.” He picked up the package with one wing and opened the door with the other. “Hey, uh, sorry, I wanted to ask you something!” Silver Buck called to Haydrien who was almost inside. “What was your name?” He asked, unable to look Haydrien in the eyes. “It's... Haydrien. Isn't that on your clipboard?” He asked him, seeming a little confused. “Huh? Oh, right.” Silver Buck looked down, blushing. “W-well, I'm Silver Buck. I hope I see you around, Haydrien.” He smiled shyly at him. “Woah! Is this happening? It is happening! Thank you, princesses!” He was squee'ing like a schoolfilly in his head again. “C-cool. You too, man.” A few seconds passed before they broke their gaze and parted ways. /// Haydrien had package down on his coffee table and squee'd. This time for real. He quickly grabbed a knife and opened the package, careful not to damage anything inside. Inside were a small container of home-baked cookies and a letter from Haydrien's mother, asking how has he been, and why he hasn't found a nice mare yet. These questions were usually met with “I've been busy”, or something to that effect. Setting the package down on his counter, Haydrien let it slip from his mind as he had more things to do around the house, and didn't want to shirk them this time.