Lyra in the Sky with Diamonds

by CrispySparrow

Why is Pinkie Pie, and WHAT ARE THOSEEEEE?

Lyra pedaled her bicycle out of the Everfree forest. It grew lighter, as the bright cloudy sky no longer hid behind gnarled tree limbs. She was pleased that she made it out of the forest. Now she could get back to what she had been trying to do, trying to see what all the fuss was about diamonds. She found a soap road, and began to follow it in the direction of Ponyville. That's what she assumed anyway. Its usually not best to assume anything, about anything. For instance, whenever I think I know something, I immediately realize something new, and then I feel stupid for thinking knew anything in the first place. Does that ever happen to you? Is it starting to get annoying yet? Huh? Do you see what you get for trying to know stuff? Do you see all the good knowledge had brought you? But I digress, she still did want to see what this was all about Diamonds, after all that was her original intent, when she got on this bicycle. Or was it? Was riding the bicycle the intent, and the diamonds the journey? Was the journey the destination, and the destination the journey?

Thankfully her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of an odd pink shape, lying on the side of the road in the distance.

She craned her neck, and squinted her eyes at it. It seemed vaguely familiar. Like she had seen it all her life, perhaps lived through it even, or was perhaps currently living through it, and only now was she seeing it for what it really, and truly, was. As she pedaled closer, she noticed a low lying pink cloud, hovering directly over the shape, and it seemed to be spewing forth some kind of brown rain. As she pedaled even closer, she noticed that the shape was that of a familiar pink pony. As she stopped her bicycle along side the familiar pink pony, she noticed that the cloud was in fact raining chocolate rain, and this chocolate rain was pouring into her mouth, as she lied on her back beneath it. Three emotions filled her simultaneously. The first was to do with the fact that she and nopony had never before noticed rain like this, or there would be much talk of it, which she had never heard, and that made her feel like there was something far greater than us ponies about, and that made her feel a strange creeping dread. The second was that a friendly familiar pony, like the pink one that lay before her, should be one of the first to warn us of something sinister, so there could in fact be nothing sinister here, so this dampened the dread with a bit of warm familiarity. And the third thing she felt, was that she should listen to to herself, because obviously something sinister was afoot. This last feeling was a bit hard to describe. But it filled her with the confidence she required to open her mouth and say,

"Hi Pinkie Pie,"

Pinkie Pie's eyes grew wide, as it was clear it was difficult for her to tear her eyes away from the waterfall of chocolate milk rain that flooded into her gullet, to look at Lyra. She smiled, then waved vigorously at Lyra as she exclaimed, "Hi Lyra!"

Of course with all that rain in her mouth it sounded more like, "Hmggggmmi Lyhmmgggmmra!"

And then she went back to guzzling the rain, with the corners of her mouth upturned. Lyra looked down at her hooves

"This rain is kinda weird, huh?"

Pinkie's mouth snapped shut, and she sat up violently, her eyes narrowed. Now of course she was simply getting rained on, and she seemed uncharacteristically upset about this. She stared at Lyra for half a heart beat, before leaping up, and getting far too close. She gave Lyra a sideways stare, as she wrapped her foreleg around her shoulders. Pinkie tightened her grip, and hissed in Lyra's ear,

"There are no such thing as rain, or clouds!!!

Then Pinkie promptly leaped into the air, and landed atop her cloud which did not exist. Then she floated away slowly, all the while giving Lyra a backwards glare. She floated down the way Lyra came, above the soap road.

Lyra thought this was all quite odd. And she was correct, it was quite odd. She was sure that there was a thing that existed, that were referred to as clouds. She did not feel like something could not exist, just because some other pony said it did not. I mean that's what she had always heard.

Well not heard.

On her bicycle, on the part where usually words are, was painted the phrase,

'Question everything, even the everything that told you to question the everything'

This was a lot of words to put on such a small surface, so they got smaller and smaller as the sentence went on, and they wound themselves around the metal spine, in a way where they circled back unto themselves.

Lyra thought about all the strange behavior she had been witnessing. She thought about the strange clouds and the choclolate rain and the soapy roads.

She could not see anything to do about any of it, and Pinkie Pie steadily floated further and further away.

And anyway, what could only one pony do about anything?

Lyra continued pedaling her bicycle along, besides that road of soap.