Wet
Two raindrops fell on her pillow, staining the fabric gray.
Rarity frowned and shook her head; this would never do. If they knew the Boutique sprung a leak, why, every pony in Ponyville would have to wonder: if she takes so little pride in keeping up her shop, how serious could she truly be about making dresses?
No, nopony could know. Not until it had been fixed, at least.
Rarity rolled over onto her back, looking up to the ceiling. It was useless; she couldn't see them fall, but she could still feel the water on her face, trickling down her cheeks. Her vision shimmered as two more drops fell, filling her eyes with warm water; clenching her eyes shut, she rolled over, rubbing her face against her pillow. It wasn’t as if it could get any wetter.
What had she expected, truly? She never had been very good at this sort of thing. Perhaps she could ask one of her friends for help?
Yes, that was it. And she knew just the pony for the job. Applejack hadn't had any time to help her today, but perhaps tomorrow she wouldn't be so busy with her apple trees that she couldn't come by to help out a friend.
She rose from her bed, her hooves sliding off the mattress, taking a deep breath as she lowered herself to the floor. She could certainly ask Applejack for help, but it wouldn't do for her to see her place like this. But that could be remedied; it would be easy enough for her to clean up a bit. The place certainly could use some cleaning.
Rarity shook her head slowly as she surveyed the mess; even her sister and her little friends couldn't make a mess like this. How did the clotheshorses fall over? What happened to her blankets to spread them out all over the floor of the room?
There must have been a draft.
She nodded her head; it certainly was windy outside today. Why, with those billowing dresses her clotheshorses had draped over them, it was surprising they didn't fall over every time she opened a window. Licking her lips, she concentrated, grabbing the wooden ponies in her magic, pulling them upright and pushing them back against the wall. Yes, that would do nicely.
Her eyes fell back to the floor. Blankets and loose linens rose up, enveloped in blue light as they floated over to her bed, wrapping themselves tightly around the mattress, leaving the floor clean and bare. The room was looking much better already, but there was something tugging at her mind.
With a gasp, she turned her head towards her nightstand. Had the vase... yes! Somehow, by some miracle, the wind that had touched the clotheshorses and spread her good linens all across the carpet had spared the beautiful flowers she had bought; a dozen roses, resting in water, their brilliant petals blazing even in the dim light filtering into the room.
Rarity frowned momentarily; should she replace them? Leaning forward, she sniffed at them gently, their wonderful fragrance filling her lungs, strong as if they had just been cut. No, there would be no need to replace them; they would surely keep 'til morning.
She shook herself; worrying over flowers after a day like today! Rarity flopped onto her bed; it was a pity that they wouldn't be fresh for Applejack tomorrow, but surely she would understand; Rarity was far too exhausted to go out for fresh flowers, especially in such nasty weather.
Rolling over, she glanced towards the window; her horn lit up, drawing back the curtains as she closed her eyes, the golden light of the evening sun filtering faintly through her eyelids as she drew her blankets up around her shoulders.
The roses would be fine.
Everything would be fine.
Tomorrow, Applejack would come, and together, maybe they could finally get that pesky leak fixed.
She was tired of sleeping on wet pillows.