> Feathers and Diamonds > by Blackbelt > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > The First Meeting > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Diamond Tiara slept, a hard day of school, play, and reminding ponies of how important she is behind her. As she slept, memories of times past filled her dreams... _____________________________________________________________ Eyes front, head held high, Diamond Tiara and her best friend Silver Spoon walked down the main street of Ponyville. Other ponies cleared the way as they walked, obviously aware of how important the two of them were. But, amongst the peasants, was one pony, an unkempt chicken winged pegasus with a garish orange coat and dirty purple, walking ever so slowly as she dragged a wagon full what looked like broken junk, who would dare to get in their way. She dared to stop to catch her breath right in front of the two fillies who were obviously better than her. Diamond Tiara chose her words very carefully once they were right in front of the idiot and her trash. “Hey loser, move your junk. You’re in my way.” The pegasus, still catching her breath, looked up, staring right into the eyes of the filly that spoke to her. Usually, most ponies would realize to whom they were talking to, and immediately do whatever Diamond Tiara asked. “Make me.” This fool was either incredibly stupid or knew not what fear was. “Excuse me!?” Diamond Tiara yelled as Silver Spoon gasped in surprise. The idiot, in one fluid motion, unhitched herself from the wagon and walked slowly up to Diamond Tiara, bringing the two of them face to face. “I said make me” she then slowly backed away and firmly planted all four hooves onto the ground, prepared for Diamond Tiara’s attempts to make her bow down to her superiors. With a mighty battle cry, drawing upon the legacy of earth ponies dating back to ancient times, Diamond Tiara lurched forward, intent to force this fool to obey. Diamond Tiara was moving too fast, with too much momentum, to react to the pegasus deftly dodging out of the way, delivering a kick to her wagon as she did. The earth pony noted in horror as the pile of junk, which Diamond Tiara now saw was primarily pieces of wood that looked like it used to be a cart in a past life, toppled over, right onto the charging filly. Diamond Tiara was vaguely aware of the idiot’s taunts and her escape as she struggled to escape from her prison. “When I find her again, she will suffer for this.” Diamond Tiara growled, barely aware of the fact that Silver Spoon was attempting to chase down the pegasus and failing miserably at it. ______________________________________________________________________ Diamond Tiara stared at the idiot foal, who she now knew went by the name Scootaloo. “WHat a dumb name” Diamond Tiara thought to herself. “It’s appropriate” It was as if serendipity itself had intervened to ensure this fool would be punished for her transgressions. After escaping for the horrid pile, thanks to Silver Spoon, she had gone home, to tell her mother and father what that horrible pegasus had done to her. Her parents had been so understanding, and offered to take her to Sugar Cube Corner for ice cream. It was when the filly, her father, and her mother had entered Sugar Cube Corner that they came face to face with the idiot, the idiot’s father (who smelt of manual labor) and the idiot’s mother (whose eyes and wings made her look like she was wearing a cheap costume for scary babies in a cheap haunted house) The two foals immediately began yelling at each other, pleading with the adults that this wasn’t their fault, and that it was the other’s fault. Eventually, the adults bought sundaes for the two of them, sat them at a table across from one another, and went to a different table to discuss the altercation. Diamond Tiara was vaguely aware of the fact that the adults were keeping an eye on them, but she was more aware of the fact that Scootaloo kept her eyes glued on her, an angry look on her face as she ate her sundae. Diamond Tiara returned the look as she hate her sundae. But soon enough, the sundaes were gone, and nothing was stopping the two of them from doing what they had been avoiding: conversation. “So what’s your deal?” Scootaloo asked. “My deal? What’s that supposed to mean?” “Well, honestly, you’re...um...” Scootaloo looked to the left, then to the right, and then checked to make sure the adults weren’t looking, before she leaned forward and whispered a very detailed decription of what she thought of the rich filly. Diamond Tiara carefully listened, wondering how the pegasus even knew some of those words (which Diamond Tiara only knew due to some of the things certain ponies said about her father’s business practices) but more importantly, she was enraged by the words. But Diamond Tiara held to herself to a high standard. She could not blindly lash out just because a pony gave an honest answer to a question. Well, really it was because her parents were right over there, but still. “Oh, and your mane looks silly too” Diamond Tiara quickly decided the presence of her parents no longer mattered as she leapt across the table, connecting hoof to face. The fight only lasted about thirty seconds before Scootaloo’s mom was able to split the two of them apart, . As the adults wisely decided to pull the two fillies apart and punish them separately, the two threw out some last minute insults. “Your mane still looks dumb!” “I hope I never see you again!” ___________________________________________________________ Diamond Tiara yawned as she woke from her wonderful dream. Oh Scootaloo, the day we met was so magical...man, I was an idiot back then. The more she thought about it, the more she became frustrated she had acted all that time ago. "I met the most awesome pegasus in the world and I acted horribly!" Diamond Tiara began speaking aloud to herself. "...That's why things aren't working out! Bad first impression! How do I fix this?" "You could always just kiss her and put everything out in the open." Diamond Tiara yelled as she noticed her maid, Dust Buster, was standing in the doorway, and she had heard everything. "...You will speak of this to no one." "I need two weeks off next month." "Done."