A Game of Homes.

by Lethrael

A letter for a beloved one

A letter for a beloved one.

Curryfeather held Sunshower in the embrace, until the older pegasus freed herself. She turned over and wiped over her face with the wings a few times. It rained slightly from the celling, but as she stopped crying it died out. The rain wasn't so cold as by Scootaloo and lightnings wasn't present. The older pegsus had more control over her magic as the filly, but this wasn't a surprise. Curryfeather sighed, wiped away the moistness of the table with her wings and closed the eyes. She shook her head and began to speak with a calm voice.

“You could move with us to Ponyville, you know. And work there a a Weatherpony.”

As reasonable as it sounds, the denial from Sunshowers answer was stronger.

“But all of my friends are living here. And I won't loose them.”

Curryfeather opened her eyes again and gazed at her sister for a long time. She tramped around in the house, wiped away the glossy moisture from the furniture and pushed away the drippy clouds with a few flaps. The rain didn't stopped now and the furniture should not be in the centre of the rain again. Curryfeather cleared away the soaking carrot cookie and put new cups on the table. She brewed a new pot of tea and sat down thoughtful on a cloud, who Sunshower blew to her.

“I know, how you are feeling, Fire...Curryfeather. But Scootaloo is better off down there and you're needed here.”

The glance from her older sister pierced directly into Curryfeathers soul and she tried to gain time for a good answer with a sip of tea.

“My friends could visit me down there, if they need too. They could tell me their problems there and you could too.”

Her voice sounded unimpressive and Sunshower shook her head simply. She approached to the table and knocked on it one times with her hoof.

“I think you don't understand, Curryfeather.

We are needing often immediately somepony, who are able to help us.

Problems don't know patience.”

Now Curryfeather knocked on the table. Her voice sounded almost angry.

“I know, Sunshower. They are sneaking onto you and capturing you with a cold grip.

In the inappropriate times ever!”

This last sentence she almost spit out and the cloud under her changed the colour into grey. Her sister raised the hooves quickly and tried to smiled reconciliatory.

“Excuse me, I didn't men to upset you.

But please remember: The well being of a few weren't important in the history of us pegasi.

We are the keepers of the weather and as them we are responsible for all Equestria.”

Curryfeather rolled her eyes the same old story again. Her voice sounded angrier then before.

“Not this again, Sunshower.

I'm not a weatherpony and haven't any kind of responsibility for the weather.”

Now her sister stamped her left hoof on the ground and answered in a loud voice.

“Not for the weather alright. But for other pegasi of course.
They are stopping for a bit to eat and telling your their problems.

How many guests do you have per day? Fifty, hundred?
And how many are telling you their problems? Ten, twenty?”

Curryfeather flapped with her wing and flew aside her sister.

“Too many, Sunshower. I listen to them, advise them and they're leaving then.
And who pays attention for me? Who help me? Here above it is nopony left off, ever since Sunny had left.

Blaze is always on tour with the Wonderbolts and you hadn't got over mums death.
And finally Wind Dancer had left me alone with a filly full of problems!”

A thundering sound and prickling sparkles laid down on her and Curryfeather stopped her moping. She didn't want to trigger a lightning and took a deep breath.

“Excuse me, Curryfeather. I just don't think about your problems...”

She interrupted the older sister with a snap.

“What do you think?

That Scootaloo helped me to be happy and calm?”

Curryfeather silenced.

She realised only now, that she had used the name Scootaloo naturally and took a second deep breath.

She asked Sunshower to let her alone and the older sister leaved relieved. Curryfeather cleaned up, wandered through the house and went into the empty room of her foal. The few toys and mainly the teddy, which she had laid into her cradle and now smiled down from a cloud beside bed, reminded her, that she missed Scootaloo already now. She packed the stuff of her foal hesitantly and laid down on the recent formed cloud-bed. Her view felt down on the desk, on the empty walls, which was covered with posters a short time ago and then finally on the bed itself. She sighed.

“I won't let her alone down there!”

More she couldn't say, she closed her eyes wild shut as she was fighting against the tears and snuggling into the empty bed of her foal.

A few moments full of doubt and sadness passed by, before she was settled herself and stood up. She entered the bathroom , washed her face, just by stuck it into the rain cloud for once and was leaving the house with a wet mane. She took a wing, avoided every pegasus on the way and soared up to the weatherfactory. She had to check out the Curryparadise. She entered the diner from the rear exit and was pleased to see that all was, as she had left. The most food were edible and the cloud stove was off. The dishes were clean, aside the ones who she wanted to clean after her last shift. She sighed as she saw how old the leftovers were dried down on the dishes. She shook her head and pushed the flushing cloud into the sink. So that they were soaking in, as long as she could stay. Before she was able to put the first dish into the sink, it knocked on the front door and a voice asked, if she was opening soon. First Curryfeather would simply say: “No”, but the voice sounded so desperate and even sad, that she couldn't bring it over her.

“I will open up, but I have to wash up the dishes and I haven't prepare anything to eat.”

She tripped onto the front door and raised a wing to open the door. She spotted a dozen letters on the flour direct behind the door, which were partly moved through the cloud walls and partly through the door. She sighed and pushed the letters hesitantly together. She laid the pile on a nearby table and opened the door.

“I'm glad, that I found you out, Curryfeather. I have a huge problem...”

It started with a visit by Clear Skies and her report of a Cloudparty perch problem, but t ended not there. In the next hours Curryfeather was visited by ten ponies with all kind of problems. She advised, settled them down and tried to cleaned up the kitchen in the same way. But as one guest simply begged her with his hungry face to feed him, she began to serve quick dishes out off her stocks. A dozen heyballs, sandwiches with jam and many pots of tea later, she barred exausted the door, as it was already dark outside. The dish pile wasn't become smaller, but taller instead, a pan, knifes and tea cups joined in the pile. Curryfeather sighed and began to wash the dishes. It needed an amount of time, which she could used much better. Finally she collected the letters, held them in her hooves and flew tired and the head full of other ponies problems back home. There in her empty home, she sat down at the table, was eating carrot cookies and reads all off her guests letters. She felt asleep over it.

In the next morning she awoke very badly, before the sun even come up and with a letter from Parasol stuck on her face. She wiped it away with one wing and look with tired eyes to the clock and startled up. She would open the diner way too late...

She was already rushed to the door, before she realised, that she just let the diner closed today and could return to Ponyville. But what would her guests thought of her, if she did it? Curryfeather took a deep breath, glanced at the letters and finally searched for her saddle backs. In it she pushed the most important toys of her foal, every letter from her friends and a bag full of bits. The fast shopping break in the giant Cloudmarket hall beside the weatherfactory wasn't usually for Curryfeather. But she had to buy bread and jam, so that she could make something for her guests. The tea was running low, too. She purchased also a parcel, ribbons and wrapping papers. She was galloping finally to the Curryparadise and were expecting by a huge hungry troop of ponies from the morning shift.

Today it worked out much better and she was able to create a notice for a jetting aid between two problem solving sessions. Even the dishes were in manageable dimensions, so she could even write letters to her friends. Tomorrow was the birthday party from Open Skies and she joined in. At the same time she hanged the one day break shield out, so their guests weren't make any worries for her. Only as she look at her backs she kept the toys of her foal in mind and closed her eyes. What shall she written to her, or said to her. She packed the things into the parcel, wrapped it up with the paper and red ribbons. Finally she adhered a mailer on it. Then she sat down on a cloud, took a feather into her mouth and started to write.

Dear Scootaloo...

Author's Note:

I have translate another chapter from my story.
Feel free to enjoy it and comment a lttle bit.