//------------------------------// // 75: Son - by Dyslexic Foal // Story: RariJack - The Compilation of Prompts // by Titanium Dragon //------------------------------// Dyslexic Foal Son Rarity and Applejack always have been proud of their daughter, Golden Apple. She was the smartest foal in her class and learned magic quite easily. Though they loved their children equally, being that Golden was their only daughter they seemed to glorify her. “Mommy, can you read me a story?" The young colt asked, a book in his mouth muffling his voice. “Hambergite Apple Belle! What did i say about carrying things in your mouth?” Rarity asked, tapping a hoof on the ground. “I'm sorry mommy, I didn't mean to. It's just, it's hard to carry things without a horn.” The earth pony colt trotted away in shame, feeling he let his mother down. Just as that happened Applejack and their daughter Golden Apple came trotting in side by side in excitement. “Guess what Mommy! I carried all the apples we picked from two trees!” Golden smiled, flicking her purple and blonde stripped hair out of her eyes. “She saved me a lot of time out in the field! I'd said that cider season might come early because of her!”Applejack smiled, ruffling her daughter's hair. “That's wonderful!” Rarity, the ever proud mother smiled. "I knew you would be special when I first saw your magic as a little filly!" Rarity gave her daughter a motherly nuzzle. Hambergite, who had overheard the conversation, burst into tears. Running past his sister and mothers, he fled to the sanctuary of his room, closing the door behind him. “What happened to him?” Applejack asked, setting her signature Stetson on the hat rack. “I don't know." Rarity rubbed her chin. "Maybe it has to do with me not reading to him?” Rarity shrugged, looking at her wife. “I don't like it when he cries...”Golden stared at the closed door, her ears folding back in sadness. “We should talk to him Rares. You know how sensitive he is.” Applejack looked at her wife. “Okay, let's go.” Rarity nodded in agreement. As Golden went off to work on homework, Rarity and Applejack walked toward Hambergite's room. Gently opening the door, they saw him sobbing into his pillow. “What is it sweetheart?”Rarity said, sitting on the bed, gently stroking his back. “You like Golden more than me because she's a filly." Hambergite sniffled, looking at his mother through watery red eyes. “Where in the hey did you get that silly idea” Applejack say sitting next to her son on the bed. “Because you always praise her and always say she's special." Hambergite turned away from his parents, "You don't ever praise me." Hearing this made Applejack and Rarity feel awful as they knew that what he said was right. They had been giving Gloden more attention as they were proud mothers happy to see their daughter be the chip of the old block. Or blocks in this case. "Oh darling! I'm so sorry!" Rarity swept her son up into a tight embrace. “Yeah," Applejack said, joining the hug, "I guess we just thought you wouldn't want a lot of our affection, because we'd be embarrassing you." ”Which is unacceptable of us.” Rarity added, leaning back to look her son in the eyes. “Why wouldn't I?" Ham asked, confusion in his eyes. “Some colts don't, I suppose." Rarity shrugged, "But we should have know better to play into stereotypes.” Rarity stroked his soft short light purple mane. “We love you more than you will ever know!” Applejack said, bopping him on the nose, causing the colt to giggle. The door creaked open, revealing a concerned Golden. "Is Hammy okay?" “He's fine now sugarcube, c'mon in." Applejack beckoned the filly in. “Good!" Golden ran over and took his brothers hoof, "C'mon! I wanna show you something in the field!" “Okay!” Hambergite hopped up, his spirits now fully lifted, and ran with his sister down the stairs. Applejack kissed Rarity soundly on the lips before saying ”We have the best foals two mothers could want!” “Indeed my love.” Rarity replied listening to the laughter of the children outside, "Indeed." Next prompt: Fieldwork