Rarity was not a pony given to heroics often. Certainly, they did not come to her as easily as they did to a pony such as Rainbow Dash, but Rarity was certainly not complaining. However, there were times when Rarity did have to play the hero, so that she could save other ponies from dreadful, dreadful mistakes.
That was why she was treading as gently as she could through Twilight Sparkle’s new castle in the depths of night. There was a wrong that hap to be righted, and preferably before Twilight Sparkle herself realised that it had happened. Though Rarity was no expert at magic, she knew enough to deaden the sound of her hooves on the crystal floors of the castle. All she could do was to hope that it would be enough to not wake Twilight or Spike.
Slowly, she made her way to one of the rooms that Twilight was using for storage while she sorted everything out in one her fits of organizational madness. Her goal was now in sight. After a quick check to make sure that she had the right bag, she crept back the way she came, her prize in tow.
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“And then, she had the absolute nerve to suggest that the Wonderbolts lowered their standards in order to accommodate you!” said Rarity, taking a delicate sip of her tea.
“Pfft, as if,” snorted Rainbow Dash, before planting her face into the sandwich platter, “remind me why I haven’t punched her in the face yet?”
“Because, as I keep telling you,” sighed Rarity, “not all of your problems can be solved by punching it or going faster. And would you please at least use your hooves, Rainbow Dash?”
The bell above the main door to the Carousel Boutique tinkled, just as Rainbow Dash stuck her tongue out at Rarity.
“Oh, hello Twilight!” said Rarity, “how has your day been so far? Is there something that I can help you with?”
“Yes, there is, actually,” said Twilight, “I was actually looking for my coronation dress, as I have an event coming up, and both myself and Princess Cadence are required to be in formal attire. However, it seems to have mysteriously gone missing.”
“Oh my word!” gasped Rarity, “I wonder what fiendish ruffian would ever want to make off with such an interesting dress!”
“Yes. I wonder.” said Twilight, looking directly at Rarity. “However, unless it mysteriously turns up, I will need a new one. You can consider it an official Royal Commission, if you want, Rarity.”
“Pish posh, darling. It will be no trouble at all. My schedule is actually rather bare this time of year. Designing you a new dress will be a treat. Drop by later this afternoon, and I’ll retake your measurements,” said Rarity, with another sip of her tea. Rainbow Dash took the opportunity to plant her face into the sandwiches again.
“Honestly, Rainbow Dash, must you be such a boor?”
“Only ‘cause it annoys you,” said Rainbow Dash, “you look hot when you’re mad.”
Twilight smiled, and headed back out the door, the bell tingling in her wake.
“You burnt it, didn’t you?” asked Rainbow Dash.
“Of course I did,” said Rarity, “did you expect anything less? Somepony needs to save our dear Twilight from making a terrible fashion faux-pas, let alone the same one again.”