The Beauty of a Form
“Raining on such a day as this, that just will not do, the weather patrol of this town must know how to make my job harder!” said Photo finish in her thick German accent as she stepped off the Ponyville Express. “It will ruin my equipment and that is no good. I hope the celebration will be enough for me to find it”
She quickly moves inside the terminal to avoid being drenched holding her luggage above her head. ‘I would have brought an umbrella had I known in advance, my assistant will be told of this, and where is the one who was to meet me here this Spike person will know my wrath!’ she speaks to herself as she takes a seat.
A few minutes pass as she sits in one of the rows of seats in the waiting area. ‘So unpunctual my escort is to leave me waiting in this rain do they not know who I am I will give them a piece of my mind surely this is…….’ her thought goes unfinished as some calls her name. ‘That must be my escort’
‘Oh man I am so late Twilight is gonna kill me, I hope Photo Finish doesn’t mind the wait.’ Spike spoke to himself as he drew closer to her and says “Miss Photo finish I am so sorry for the wait I got caught up in something, I hope I didn’t waste your patience.”
“Yes Mister Spike, as a matter of fact you did I sat here for 15 minutes before you arrived this will.. “ her speech is cut off as she stares at the dragon in front of her. ‘Oh my Celestia, I just mouthed off to a dragon I am as good as dead!’ she thought with wide eyes hiding behind her purple and black rounded shades.
“Umm.. so we should get going the rain is going to get worst through the night.” He said as he reaches for her luggage to be met with her snatching it away and backing away to a random stallion in fear.
“Sir, I am being harassed, a dragon is hear trying to steal my belongings posing as an escort for Twilight Sparkle call the guard at once!” she spoke in a hurried tone shaking him. “I Photo Finish refuse to die in these conditions!”
“Madam I believe you are not being tricked, that is Miss Sparkles assistant Spike.” He said in an English accent pulling away from her regaining his bearings. “Oh and a hello to you Spike how has Miss Twilight been doing?”
“She’s been doing well finally started sleeping instead of studying, it has done wonders for her health, and how is Derpy doing Doctor Whooves?” He spoke to The Doctor.
“I am headed home to see now, just got back from Canterlot and I can not stay long it is Dinkys birthday.” Doctor Whooves says hurrying away.
“Well don’t let me keep you, and say hello to Derpy and Dinky for me and wish her a happy 17th for me!” he called after the running doctor.
“I will Spike, I will!” as he runs through the doors in the rain.
Photo Finish sat there in awe ‘A dragon is the assistant to Princess Twilight Sparkle, and apparently has been so for a long time, why was I not told of this!?’ she thought to herself.
“Now Miss Photo finish may I take your bags or do you want to carry them?” he spoke to her.
A few seconds passed as Photo Finish sat and processed this new information. ‘I knew I’ve seen him before somewhere he is always with some sort of royal company in the newspaper.’
“You can carry them Mister Spike, now we must go I wish to be out of this train station and into a bed.” She says leaving him and going to the door.
‘Well then I guess we must hurry not even a sorry for the freak out?’ he thought as he grabbed her luggage and walked to the door. “Our carriage is the purple one.” He said going out in the rain.
“Dragon be careful with my equipment it is very expensive and one of a kind!” she exclaimed rushing to the carriage and getting in. “Hurry this rain is no good for my equipment.”
‘Wow she is bossy but she has a point this rain does suck.’ He thought as he brings her luggage in and signals for the carriage to move. “Which hotel will you be staying in?”
“I was told I would stay at the castle till the show, has there been a change in plans?”
“Oh no, I just wasn’t told.” There was a small silence. “Photo Finish, I have a question.”
“Well go ahead and ask me, do not be shy.” She spoke with curiosity. ‘What a dragon has of interest of me is beyond me.’
“Oh, well I was wondering, why would a fashion photographer like to attend a celebration on flowers and companionship?”
She smiles and begins to say “Well that is an easy one, I may be a photographer for fashion but my true pursuit is to find beauty of all kinds. Beauty can be found anywhere, not only in a pony form but in nature, the arts, and even books and words spoken between two ponies in a coffee shop. That is why I am here, to find that beauty that many ponies, or in your case dragons may not see or understand. I am here to find da Magics!!!” she carriage shook with her words and a determination that could make an Ursa Major shudder.
“Wow, you have a passion that is truthfully one of the greatest that I have ever got to hear.”
“Thank you Mister Spike it was my pleasure to share it with you.” She said through a smile. ‘At least he is nice unlike I hear most dragons …’
Her thought is cut off by the carriage stopping and booming thunder followed by a flash of lightning, making her jump, knocking off her glasses and cling to the closest thing, which just so happens to be Spike.
“Uhh Miss Photo Finish can you get off of me?” Hes says surprised and looking at her as her head sits against his chest.
‘Oh my, what a firm surface, what is it?’ she looks up and is met with a wall of green ‘The carriage was purple not green unless.’ She looks up and is met with Spikes eyes.
She is met with beautiful sparkling green eyes, they seem to have shined brighter than the camera lights she usually sees on nearly a daily basis, but not only that, she is met with a soul. One that she sees happiness inside of, a soul that seems to be pure and innocent, but filled with honor and pride that could stand with hers.
‘Wow’ is all she can think.
Spike also sat there in awe looking into spectacular light pink eyes of an exotic mare. These eyes spoke determination and fearlessness, the soul that spoke behind them looked to tell stories of an unbreakable spirit and a heart of passion yet to be recognized, and a beautiful burning fire of a dream.
‘Wow’ was all he could think.
Then the carriage stopped and their lips met and they felt complete, even as she pulled away she stared in his eyes as he stared in hers and they could still taste each other. Then the moment ended when there was a knock on the carriage door and she moved to her side of the carriage and pulled her shades on tearing his gaze from hers as the door opens.
A few seconds pass and he finally says, “We have arrived at the castle.”