Her name is Floating Scarlet. She has a passion of the arts: visual, craft, music, and literature. A burning passion, says her cutie mark. A shaded treble clef and a pencil that let out a fire red was shown on her flank. Her coat was pale, between the colors of white and baby blue. Her horn was like the other unicorns, straight and pointed up. Her mane was jet black and was cut into layers while her bangs fell onto her face. Her tail followed her mane, but with stripes of brunette and blond. Lastly, her eyes were the deepest hazel, which followed her sleepy expression on her face and the small bags under her eyes from staying awake. And as of now, Scarlet felt very stressed.
Flames consumed the fine oriental paper. She stared at it calmly, and placed a hoof down to extinguish the last of the fire. Sighing, she closed her eyes, as the small pile of ash made its way to the trash. She laid onto the carpet of her room, as pencils, inks, and watercolors floated to its spot on the shelf. Other than that, her room was a complete mess, and it reflected her way of thinking, as well as her mood of giving up on hope. It was only 6:19 and Scarlet hadn't completed a single sketch.
"Sweet Celestia," Scarlet groaned. "Miss Twilight is gonna freak so hard. What should I do..."
She rolled to her left, crushing papers and scraps of silk. The tension of unfinished work and procrastination gave her a quick idea. She rolled to her right, crushing clay and more paper, and probably glass. Having confirmed that there was only one, she rolled to her her belly.
"Maybe she'll rest with some calligraphy. And I'll rest with a clean room." Scarlet stood, and everything floated to place within the minute. She'd learned that from Twilight. It was one of the first lessons she'd learned, after catching the alicorn cleaning up the tree house-library-lab-castle-whatever. After all the cleaning and stretching, Scarlet got out paper, a bottle of ink, and a fountain pen. Gently, the pen dipped into the bottle and slowly marked the page according to her will. Putting the pen down, she looked at her completed paper. Scarlet gave a small smile, it was perfect.
It was already seven, and being how she is, didn't care. She was always late anyway, and she at least learned something new everyday. Scarlet straightened out her coat, then brushed her mane and tail. Sadly, she couldn't get her preferred style, so she shook her head and blew her bangs to the side. As for her tail, it stayed wild. After putting a bandage on her small cut (she actually crushed the glass), Scarlet rolled up the paper, put it into her satchel, and carried it on her way out. The door closed and locked behind her, and she squinted into the dark. It had rained all day yesterday, and it left puddles and a thick blanket of clouds. Scarlet quickly summoned a small ball of flame with her horn, enough to trail her way to Twilight's place. The streets were empty at this time, Scarlet couldn't see anypony out. Maybe because it was dark. Maybe because of her pyrokinesis. Maybe it was actually ten in the evening. Who knows.
Scarlet finally arrived, and she walked through the doors. Before she could take a gander at the small space, she heard Twilight from the other end.
"Oh goodness, I thought you would never come." Twilight flew down and walked up to Scarlet. "May I see your art?"
"Yes. My art." Scarlet took out the paper from her satchel and showed her the final. "I put in the effort. I swear."
"Y-yeah..." Twilight's smile faltered and her ears went back. The message on the paper that said 'I ran out of chocolate milk because my cat drank it' was written beautifully in black, and it made Twilight shake her head. Scarlet gave a smug grin, and Twilight looked at her, asking, "What were you doing last night?"
"Uhh..." Scarlet froze, as if something hard hit her neck. "Not playing dice-roleplaying games, that's for sure. Most especially the Dungeons and Dragons one. Who has time for that?"
"Scarlet, you must discipline your self." Twilight started to worry. "You're the best student I have, and--"
"Don't worry about it," Scarlet reassured her. "I mean, I am your only student. Just... just teach me things that'll make me a better person. That's why I'm here right? Other than because they say you're cool in art and a super genius, aye?"
"Right." Twilight nodded, remembering how Scarlet became her student. It was by Princess Celestia, how the great alicorn of the sun smiled at Twilight's great progress on many things .Appointed in the palace, Scarlet came to her as she was a year ago, very quiet and observant, and a bit smaller. Celestia reasoned how Twilight learned many important wonders, and how she must also share her wisdom. And Scarlet was chosen because of her potential and her way of thinking. It was a bit awkward at first, but the mares eventually opened up weeks later, and Scarlet became almost always late. And here they are now, standing in the middle of the lobby.
"So. Learning things." Scarlet's voice made Twilight snap back into reality.
"Ah, yes! We'll get to that. But first, do you remember-- Scarlet. What happened to your leg." Twilight went the other direction.
"Come on now, Miss Twilight. It's just a cut. Caused by some procrastination." Scarlet groaned. "Not like it'll infect or anything. I cleaned it this morning!"
"Hmm." Twilight thought for a moment. "You've got to stop sleeping late. It's bad!"
"You do it too!" Scarlet pouted.
"That's another thing, Scarlet!" Twilight tried not to yell. "Anyway. Stop being late."
"Well, the end justifies the means, am I right?" Scarlet shrugged.
"Oh, stop. Just take it and do it. Come on, I'll show you something." Twilight starts to head towards a hallway, and Scarlet follows. "Also, stop leaving your jacket here. You make me worry a lot, Scarlet."
"I have deep regards for you also, Miss Twilight." Scarlet grinned sheepishly. "I mean, hey. A part of me is here."
"Oh hush." Twilight smiled.
-----An hour later-----
"Come on, Scarlet!" Twilight cheered as Scarlet was trying the mix in chemicals. Scarlet hated chemistry, she'd rather listen to Twilight talk about history than trying to balance some kind of equation. Twilight was teaching her how to mix certain things (she didn't pay attention), and Scarlet so far was utterly confused with everything. Standing corrected for about an hour, Scarlet was blindly following Twilight's commands. A drop of liquid fell onto the beaker, and it gave a white flash. Scarlet fell back, startled.
"OH GOODNESS GRACIOUS, IT'S BRIGHTER THAN MY FUTURE!" Scarlet screamed. Twilight couldn't help but laugh while the poor unicorn whimpered and shook.
"A-are we gonna do it again?" Scarlet let out a squeak.
"Yes! This time be quicker. I know you can do it!" Twilight smiled. "Don't be late! The drop of--"
"Alright!" Scarlet cut her off, she didn't want to hear the large words that her feel low. Twilight didn't mind, as long as she did something correctly and remembers it (well, Scarlet didn't pay attention anyway). "The drop of the blue thingy is gonna flip tables with yellow if blue isn't gonna eat ice cream, and it can't make green because color scheme in chemistry is weird and hurts my brain."
"Umm... Yes! I think you got it! Some part of it!" Twilight laughed nervously. She took note that Scarlet need to read and study more.
" Celestia have mercy..." Scarlet inched closer to the beaker again and placed the drop of blue into yellow. Then, the unicorn fled to the other side of the room, and hid under the table.
"Get out from there." Twilight tried not to laugh again.
"I must be prepared." Scarlet said from under.
"Come on out, you did it correctly." Twilight said. "See? It didn't do anything. Yet."
"I guess I can..." Scarlet crawled out and stood next to Twilight. "Miss, what is gonna--"
The beaker exploded, and a green smoke came from above and disappeared. Scarlet's jaw dropped and rolled onto the floor in excitement. Twilight smiled at her way of awe.
"IT FINALLY MAKES SENSE!" Scarlet whooped. "I LEARNED SOMETHING! YES!"
"And what did you learn?"
"Not to be late." Scarlet started to giggle uncontrollably, her face turning pink. "Yes."
"Wha... Well, lessons learned." Twilight shrugged it off at the unexpected answer. Scarlet couldn't stop saying yes in victory throughout the evening, even while practicing the piano, and Twilight smiled at how accomplished she felt. That night, Scarlet was painting Twilight in boredom. Twilight noticed when she looked from behind, Scarlet's painting of her looked nearly identical to her figure. All shades of pink and purple were placed on the canvas, and Scarlet blew on it to make the portrait dry faster.
"GAAAH!" Scarlet jumped at the sight of Twilight behind her. "Whew, I was about to fall all over this thing."
"Sorry. I was just admiring your painting of me," Twilight laughed. "Where do you learn how to paint and draw?"
"Eh, I saw some kinda book with a lot of cool pictures when I was a filly. And I thought, hey, I can probably try this stuff. And I did. Same goes for music." Scarlet shrugged. Twilight thought again, she had so many questions for her student that she should have asked when she first took her in.
"This may sound rude, but don't you take school? Other than my teachings, you know...?" Twilight asked.
Scarlet gave a sigh and looked at her with sad eyes, although she gave a nervous laugh. "I kinda sorta dropped out after my second year. Failed out of it, you know? Back when I was filly. Heh, even after I found that art book."
Twilight stopped asking from there, it explained how Scarlet was a bit slow during her years. The question was back again, how Scarlet was still chosen. But those questions are for later. Twilight saw Scarlet hanging the portrait on an empty wall. Since the unicorn's reply, everything was quiet.
"I'll see you tomorrow, aye? See you, Miss." Scarlet said, breaking the silence. Twilight nodded, and Scarlet started to leave.
"Bye, Scarlet." Twilight called out from the door. Scarlet turned to see her and she waved back.
The moon shined bright, brighter than the morning of today. The streets were a bit more occupied at the hour also, returning everything to normal. A normal day for Twilight and Scarlet was a bit different, none of them dared to speak of their personal lives. Twilight couldn't even mention that she had five other friends and how she used to be back before she was an alicorn. Feeling sorry, Twilight had to find something o make up for a rude question. She saw how Scarlet looked a bit hurt at her question, she must have studied hard to become her student.
"Not to worry, Scarlet. I'll make sure you'll be the best!"