//------------------------------// // Hooked on a Feeling // Story: To Dance A Dream // by Poet Knight //------------------------------// Opalescence quietly closed the heavy oak doors to her family's manor behind her with her magic, the morning's 'incident' still at the fore front of her thoughts. She had left her friends, though she knew that they only hung out with her because of her higher social standing as was to be expected, with an excuse of feeling ill. Silver Fan's comment as to the cause of the fictional illness caused the 'incident' to be more firmly seated upon her thoughts. Spotting Prim Dotage, her family's butler, approaching to see who had been at the door Opalescence waved him off and asked about the locations of her family. "Your father is out on business, Miss Luminescence decided to take a three day trip to Fillydelphia, and Miss Dot is still in school. Your mother is in the front sitting room." The last was a welcome if not startling statement, usually off at a social engagement or community meeting of some kind meant mother was rarely home during the day. Entering the sitting room, Opalescence saw her mother sitting in her preferred high-back chair (her father's sat beside it to the left, a twin to her mother's while to the right sat two couches of similar design forming a small horseshoe facing the door) sipping tea from a silver goblet whilst glancing at a Canterlot newspaper's society section, both of which were held in her mother's aura. Social Eminence's mere presence seemed to demand attention, her royal-purple coat and golden mane shined with perfection and her emerald eyes sparkled as they slid from the paper to look at her third daughter. "Ah, Opal dear. I wasn't expecting you back so soon. I thought you were going to spend the day with Precious and Silver?" "Hello mother, and no." sighed Opal as she crossed the room and sat on the couch closest to her mother. "We went to that little cafe called 'Justin's', and had a....less than perfect snack there. Firstly, it doesn't even sit on 23rd street even though it's in the name. Secondly, the fare was barely adequate. And thirdly,..." She paused a little as her mind raced to keep the rest of the conversation from revealing too much, "a...mare entered while we were there and another strange mare, who we knew she didn't know by her expression, jumped up and kissed her right in the middle of the cafe. Not just a little peck mind you, one could almost call it...passionate. Or, vulgar rather..." Opalescence looked at the front rightmost foot of her mother's chair, not wanting her mother to see the truth in her eyes as she spoke the last of her tale, "The accosting mare then left the cafe, leaving the other one standing there in front of everyone. It was hard to tell, but...it looked like they both enjoyed it." Social raised her eyebrows slightly then promptly neutralized her expression. "They were probably just a pair of those marehemian artists who think that mares should date, and marry, other mares. Like this DJ, who played at Princess Cadence's wedding, and cellist out of Canterlot, you know." she stated nodding at the paper she was holding. "Or that candy maker and musician who moved out to the country a few years ago. I think she played at your cute-ceañera....you remember, the green one with the small harp." She pointed at her daughter's cutiemark. Opal glanced at her own cutie mark, a faceted opal resting at the apex of a small pyramid of gold bars, then at her mother's own mark. A pony bust on a pedestal framed by a sunburst greeted her eyes, and she smiled slightly as she remembered that it was the inspiration for the adornment of her father's office tower downtown and part of Manehatten's signature skyline. "Sorry mother, I don't recall her. Though to honest I think I was a little preoccupied at the time." "Well, no matter, what became of Precious and Silver then? I thought you were going to an arcade or something?" "Honestly mother I'm older than that, I'm not Dot. Precious wanted to go see an art expo in Marelem; and I would have gone, but Prism Polish took me on that awful date two days ago and spent the entire time talking about grades of color. So I told her and Silver to go anyways, and decided to come back here and get this morning's excitement out of my head." She sigh exasperatedly as she headed toward her room, kissing her mother's cheek as she walked past. "Oh, so it didn't work out with you and Prism? Shame, his father owns most of Manehatten's glass making business." Social paused and muttered to herself as her daughter's tail slipped round the corner of the doorway. "Excitement?" /-\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \-/ later that evening... Opalescence screamed silently into her pillow, the thought's of that other mare and the feel of her lips during that kiss refusing to let her rest. She had kissed plenty of stallions, and been kissed by a couple of drunken mares during grammar school, with consent and a couple without; but none of them had affected her like this. If only she had that pink-maned mare in front of her right now, she would tell her exactly how one does not go around kissing well-born, well-educated mares of high social standings. She would....she would....wait! Pink-maned mares with blue and green highlights, bolder yet less elegant than hers, should be easy to track down. Yes, she would find this mare and then tell her exactly what she thought. And with this goal firm in place in her mind, Opalescence finally drifted off to sleep.