Rarity fumed to herself, trying to keep calm, trying to work, trying to ignore the annoyance nagging at the side of her brain. She looked to the side, spotting her newly ruined cashmere sweater, and whispering, “Sweetie,” to herself. It wasn’t even the first time this week that the little troublemaker had done something to aggravate her. Add on top of that an order that was pushing her to the max, and she was tired.
Her horn glowed, picking up her phone and turning it to Facehoof. She started typing furiously, yelling about how annoying it was to have to feel like she had to babyproof her house for a tweenage filly, or how unreasonable ponies can be about their orders. She glanced back to the one she was making now, and grit her teeth. Thirty dresses, each with fifty gems in complex patterns in two weeks was simply criminal, and she mashed the send button.
Seeing the post come up, she grinned to herself, the satisfaction of letting it out flowing through her. Sweetie would probably get upset by the post, but it was about time she got to share in her annoyance with the week. Rarity still had to scowl though, as she didn’t even have time to enjoy this. She had to get back to work, or else she may not have time for the other orders she had from more local customers.
She was about to get up when her phone dinged, and she could see that Harmony Tracker had a new notification for her. It was probably someone making a positive post about her dresses or something, and it letting her know, so she did consider sending it away. She could use the pick me up though, and opened it.
On screen was her own Tree of Harmony, with one key in it. She was fairly proud of her seven hundred and fifty achievement, though by no means was she about to turn herself into the machine Pinkie was in order to get to a thousand anytime soon. She glanced to her seven hundred, sixty three score, before seeing her latest post appear above it. Immediately, her score dropped by a whole ten points, and a chill ran through Rarity’s body. Was my post really that mean?
She went back and looked over it, a pit of shame coming into her stomach as she saw no likes or comments yet on it, and could tell now how mean it was. She bit into her lip and moved her hoof to the nuke option, before pressing down. Another notification from Harmony Tracker came up, and Rarity smiled as she saw her recover three of her lost points.
She shook her head, before breathing in. “Come on Rarity. You didn’t get this high by just sitting around and moaning. Thirty dresses is…” she laid her head back and sighed. “It’s hard, but I can do it, just like I always have. The same goes for Sweetie, the lovable little rascal.”
A smile spread over her face at the more positive thoughts, and looked back to the app. She breathed in, staring at the number, and flipped off of her bed. She would keep the number in her mind as she worked hard to make those dresses as best she could, and attempted to teach Sweetie how to cook a souffle. Even when her high pitched screech popped it, she kept her annoyance inside, not wanting to see that score drop again.