//------------------------------// // 38. Crayons - by The Princess Rarity // Story: RariJack - The Compilation of Prompts // by Titanium Dragon //------------------------------// The Princess Rarity Crayons. "Oh, for goodness' sake, he's only three months old!" Rarity argued. "He's not going to get in any trouble." Applejack raised an eyebrow, and looked down to their infant son, who was sitting in his crib, rolling around, and babbling in the cute way all foals did. For the most part, the little colt seemed completely harmless, but both of his mothers were wary of the fact he had inherited the unicorn gene on Rarity's side of the family. "Still, Ah don't trust that fancy unicorn magic," she drawled. The fashionista huffed, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, Applejack, if anything happens, I can handle it," she assured. "After all, I did a fine job with Sonya when she was that age." "Sonya is an earth pony," Applejack pointed out. "I see no difference," Rarity said blantly. "You've no reason to worry, dear. Go into town to work, everything will be fine." Glancing between her wife and son carefully, the farmpony gave in, letting out a sigh of defeat as she stole a kiss from her lover, and looked to the baby colt skeptically one last time only before bidding a quick goodbye as she left the household. Shaking her head playfully, Rarity found it amusing for her wife to worry about something so silly. Their son had practically just been born, there was no way he was already capable of any sort of magical abilities. Granted, there was the occasional slip-up from young unicorns, but the fashionista was sure that it was nothing she couldn't handle. After all, if she had already endured three years of messes with her daughter, a few bursts of magic from her son was a walk in the park. Just as she too was about to exit the nursery, Rarity heard a faint whining as she looked back and saw her son whimpering at the sight of both his mothers leaving. She released a light tsk, and retreated back to the crib, looking down at her young son. "Alexandrite, sweetie, you're supposed to be napping," she muttered, attempting to get the colt back under the covers he had tossed away. However, little Alexandrite refused to listen and he attempted to wriggle away from the blankets, laughing as his mother fussed over him. Of course, Rarity was never one to argue with children, so she simply let out a groan of frustration, looking at him. "You're not going to sleep, are you?" she questioned. The colt laughed once more, and waved his hooves, which Rarity decided to take as a teasing sass from her newborn son. She scoffed, and levitated him up out of the crib, noticing how active he really was. "Fine," she said simply. “I suppose I can’t make you do anything or leave you alone.” She kept Alexandrite in her magical grip as she left the room, carefully trailing him behind her and she paraded into the living room, where it was a mess that was most definitely organized chaos. Rarity let out an annoyed groan at how pillows from the couch were carelessly tossed onto the floor and the small radio was blasting nothing but static while papers and crayons littered the floor, and in the center of the wreck was none other than her first-born child, three-year-old Sonya, who was happily drawing various scribble masterpieces. Placing her son down on the carpet to join his older sister, Rarity switched off the radio and began picking some things up from the floor, when all of a sudden, the phone in the kitchen rang. Looking to her children thoughtfully, the unicorn mare considered what they could do if she left for just a moment, but seeing how she came up with nothing, she waltzed off, and picked up the phone from the receiver. “Rarity speaking,” she chimed. “I was hoping you’d answer,” a familiar sweet and soft voice on the other end remarked. “Coco! Darling, how have you been?” Rarity practically gushed. “Why, I haven’t seen or heard from you in months!” The other fashionista on the line lightly giggled in her bell-like way. “I know, I apologize,” she replied. “And I wish it was to reconnect with you, but I’ve been talking with some top-line designers, and I got us a job.” “What - do you mean as a team?” the unicorn questioned. However, she didn’t hear the answer to her question, as somepony interrupted her with a tug on the tail, and a loud ahem. Rarity looked over her shoulder, and noticed her daughter standing before her, looking awfully sassy for a filly for her age. (Applejack always said Sonya got it from Rarity’s inner diva.) “Sonya, dear, can it wait? Mommy’s a bit busy.” “Uh-uh,” Sonya protested, grabbing her mother’s hoof and yanking on it. “It’s real important. The worst possible thing.” Trying not to laugh at the saying her daughter had picked up, Rarity just brushed it off, and released a light sigh. “I’m sure it isn’t that bad,” she retorted. “Wait one moment, alright?” She levitated the phone back up to her ear, about to speak, when she felt Sonya grasping firmly on her tail and tugging it with all of her might. Deciding to give in, Rarity rolled her eyes and excused herself from the call for one moment, allowing her daughter to lead her into the living room, where the sight took her by surprise. In fact, a shriek even involuntarily slipped out as she noticed the scene before her. If the living room was a mess before, it was an absolute disaster now - and it wasn’t so much the floor that was hit hard, but rather… the walls. Alexandrite had somehow gotten his magic to work, and a variety of crayons, all sorts of colors were held tight in a green magical grip as he dragged them across the wall, scribbling and doodling all sorts of silly little designs, which were ruining the house. Now with her shock wearing off, Rarity levitated the phone over, returning to her call. “Coco? I hate to be rude, but I’m going to have to call you back.” With that said, the dressmaker hung up the phone, and let out a loud wail of frustration, trekking back into the kitchen to find some sort of cleaning supplies and wondering if Applejack would laugh at her or yell at her (or possibly both) when she got home from work later that day and found out. Next prompt: Pets.