//------------------------------// // L43.2, 44.1 // Story: A little loopy. // by FaelaArts //------------------------------// Sweetie was exhausted. When she wasn’t trying to stay awake long enough to eat something, she was being woken up by an alarm spell she had put in place. Sweetie didn’t understand any of the science behind it, that was Twilight’s thing. What Sweetie did know was that if she put a thin circle of magic around her, she’d notice something passing through it. “If I was better at magic, I’d know how to automate my horn blocking Twilight’s spell.” Sweetie’s eyes drooped as she sat in her tent, and shook her head rapidly. Gobbling down her cereal, she vaguely wondered if she should try cooking again. Eyelids drooping again, her thoughts scattered like the breeze. “Wargh!” Sweetie jolted awake, pulling up her shield just before Twilight’s spell slammed into her own. Rubbing her weary eyes, she unzipped the tent, and walked over to her puddle of water, casting the spell to quickly check on Rarity. As she suspected, they were working hard to find a means of tracking her down. Sweetie ended the spell, and dragged herself back to bed. Closing her eyes, she slowly drifted back into darkness. What seemed like minutes to Sweetie turned out to be an hour, and she quickly defended herself against Twilight again. Exhausted, she fell instantly back to sleep. Another hour passed, and once more she was woken. By the time Friday rolled around, Sweetie could barely muster the energy to eat, let alone stop Twilight from finding her. Her horn reacted automatically whenever the spell happened, reactions built from a week of blocking it. Sweetie forced her horn to life, and spoon fed herself, unable to even open her eyes. Sweetie was only vaguely aware of the sun setting, and forced herself to turn her eyes to her alarm clock. Watching time tick over to midnight, and then to 12:01, she laughed, and collapsed. Regardless of anything, Sweetie only understood she could now sleep. And her mind rejoiced in that fact. Right before it lost all cohesion, and dreams consumed her. “Sweetie Belle, wake up, it’s time for school!” Sweetie groaned, opening her eyes and rubbing her eyes. She was still exhausted, dizzy, and feeling slightly queasy too. Slowly sitting up, she blinked as she watched Opal, who had been sitting on her bed, hiss. Leaping off her bed, Opal slinked out of the room. “Okay, I am way too tired for any actions right now, so all I have to do is walk down and tell Rarity I’m sick.” Sweetie gulped, and slowly dragged herself to the edge of the bed. Falling down with a thump, she dragged herself to the stairs, and called out to Rarity. Sweetie was fighting to keep her eyes open. “Can...stay...home...sick...please…” Sweetie slumped, eyes closing, and Rarity gasped, levitating her sister back into the bed. Rubbing Sweetie’s forehead, she frowned, and went downstairs to get a wet rag to put on Sweetie’s head. The filly was heating up, maybe she had come down with something? “Don’t worry my sister, I will nurse you through this trying time.” Sweetie woke up, and felt refreshed and revitalised. Honestly, she felt like jumping up and running a marathon. Debating the wiseness of that, she opted to just sit up. Sweetie looked toward her saddlebags in one corner, and to her sister sleeping in a chair, and smiled softly. Rarity must have looked after her while she recovered. ‘So camping out for an entire Loop is possible, but not feasible with my current level of speciality. I lack the proper spells. Maybe I was too close as well. I’ll try deeper into the Everfree next time.’ Sweetie nodded to herself, standing up and biting her lip. Carefully, she levitated her heavy sister onto her bed, and pulled the covers over. Leaving a quick note, Sweetie put her saddlebags back on. ’Come to think of it, how did I get here?’ Sweetie frowned, looking toward her bed. Not to mention, her saddlebags had had the enchantment that made them bigger on the inside had been replaced, as it had to each Loop. Sweetie tilted her head, and shook it. Regardless of the who, she had no doubts that she would never know. “Oh Blueblood, eat those blueberries. Slower…” Rarity drooled in her sleep, and Sweetie shuddered. Walking out of the room, she went downstairs. Using her spell, she quickly detected it was Wednesday. “Two days of full sleep, wow I must have been tired.” Sweetie looked to the descending sun, and shook her head. “Regardless, it does present the problem of-Oh no! Ditzy!” Sweetie quickly wrote a note and left it on the counter, and dashed out the door. If she was lucky, they weren’t too hurt. Oh she hoped they were ok.