"Oh! Miss Scratch! There you are! Excuse me, girls. This will only take a moment."
Her voice is bright, pink, like her mane. One could fall asleep inside such supple softness if they're not careful.
I drop a few bits onto the counter and turn around, lowering my headphones. She gallops across Sugarcube Corner, though the liquid flounce in her mane almost makes it look like a glide. I bet she could be a great dancer if she wanted to, but we all know better.
"Uhm... I'm so sorry to bother you," Fluttershy says, cowering slightly behind the frame that masks her vocal chords. "But... uhm... the last time I spoke with your roommate, she mentioned that... that poor Scribbler was leaving some messes around the apartment?"
I nod.
"Well, I did some thinking, and I don't believe it's a problem with the food," she says. Her turquoise eyes pierce emphatically through the fuchsia salvos. "I think, perhaps, you should consider changing the contents of her litter."
I lean my head curiously aside.
"Leaving messes is often an expression of discomfort, since cats can't communicate like ponies can. Scribbler never had such a problem when she was growing up in my cottage, and I was filling her box with a very specific brand of soft, fine grain." She smiles gracefully. "If, perhaps, you've been buying her a different kind of litter, that might explain her uneasiness."
I smile, nodding.
"The brand I've been using isn't very expensive! Honest!" She gulps, squirming nervously. "And besides, I-I'm certain I have an extra bag or two still lying around in the closet. I could lend you some if you'd be willing to stop by later this afternoon. Perhaps that will solve yours and Miss Melody's problem."
Before I can register a response, a voice cracks from across the room, slick and black like volcanic glass: "Yo Fluttershy! Move your tail! Twilight's about to do her poetry reading! It's about Daring Do!"
She looks back at her friends. "I'll be there in a moment, Rainbow!" She turns back to face me. "Uhm... another thing you might want to do is consider buying a second litter box and filling both at once. Sometimes, when moving to a new location, a cat might feel cramped... or imposed by space. Doing something like that might make her feel like she has more breathing room. Uhm... just a suggestion."
I nod with a thankful grin.
"Here ya go, Miss Scratch!" Mrs. Cake arrives with a bag of cupcakes and two bottles of Dr. Pony. Her voice is pure, undistilled lavender. I'm nearly blinded. "My goodness, me! They don't call this place Sugarcube Corner for nothing, huh?!"
"Well... best of luck!" Fluttershy waves with a soft wing before trotting back to the far corner of the eatery. "Don't hesitate to knock on my front door if you need any more advice! Best wishes to Scribbler."
"Scribbler?" Mrs. Cake blinks at me. "Is that one of your DJ friends or something?"
I gesture a pair of cat ears over my head.
"Awwwwwww..." The baker nods. "Say, I love what you've done with your mane, Miss Scratch! Very New Wave... and shiny!"
I curtsy, take the goods, and trot away, slapping my headphones calmly over my ears.
I never, ever do anything with my mane. That's Tavi's department.
An surprising description of Rainbow's voice, I wouldn't have guessed that her voice would take on such a color. I'm curious as to how Skirts is assigning the colors, is there some research put into the color choices or are they just what he feels is best?
I wonder how Vinyl will explain Fluttershy's ideas to Tavi without words. Probably sketch or write them out?
Seeing as there's only one comment on this chapter, I'll just take the time to say, I really love this fic so far.
Wow, loving Rainbow's voice color description 8D
heheh.
Nice job once more dude! :D
I like the description of Dash's voice. I feel like it suits. Bold, hard, and demanding.
I like all the things, actually. This story is refreshing.
"I gesture a pair of cat ears over my head." but... but... hooves!
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Antigravity.
Yes, Fluttershy would be pink, wouldn't she?
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My theory is that Rainbow Dashes Voice is Rough and brash, it's So it's a distinct, Darker colour, Like Black. However, volcanic glass is still beautiful, and unique, Which speaks volumes for how Vinyl perceives the colours in her life, and perhaps of how she things of Dash.
Whereas softer more melodic Voices are Softer brighter colours.
I think Vinyl sees the beauty in Every colour she comes across, Even the Queer or discordant ones have a place.
Change the litter... Makes sense.
~Skeeter The Lurker
Our cat has been doing the same thing, but we can't find a new litter that makes him stop. He's always crapping on carpeted floors or on rugs, even a tiny strip from a rolled up one. Fluttershy, halp!
~SolidFire
Discord's voice would probably change colour while he's talking since that would fit with his chaos. If Discord's voice does not appear chaotic to Vinyl he'd be dissapointed and annoyed.