Flash Of A Reflection

by Moproblems Moharmoney

The Anchor Of Innovation

With a groan of final defeat, an overloaded desk crashed to the floor. Death didn't stop vengeance, though - the immense stacks of paper that brought it low were now bursting forth in a brief, yet surprisingly sharp blizzard.

For a few seconds, the Golden Oaks basement-come-laboratory resembled a Hearths Warming postcard, all white and peaceful.

"Sheesh, Twi, what's with the paper? I thought you were making cool science stuff down here, not writing a book."

Only a few seconds, though.

"They're patent documents, Rainbow," the bicce began scooping up armfuls of the loose paper with a muted grimace on her face.

"Patent?" Rainbow mumbled, her customary hover now abandoned to lend her friend a hoof.

"It’s like-" she paused as an earthenware jug's contents snaked out with a prominent magenta glow before beelining towards the closest pile, "-a certificate saying I made my inventions."

"Who'd lie about that?"

"You'd be surprised."

Author's Note:

Prompt - "Bureaucracy"