A Bitter Note

“Tea! Where are you?” a voice called out, causing Sweet Tea to fall out of her chair and landing with a slight squeak.

“I-in here mommy!” Sweet answered, stumbling a bit as she quickly hid what she was writing under her bed. Sharp quickly ran into view and rolled her eyes as she trotted towards Tea.

“There you are, you know you’ll never make friends if you just spend all day in your room with the lights off.” Sharp blinked a few times and began to sniff the air around her, detecting a slightly musky scent. After a quick scan of the room she spotted Sweets cat, sleeping quite contently in his basket. “Bath time mister.”

Sharp levitated the cat and let out an evil snicker as she headed towards the side door. Sweet quickly hopped up on her bed and opened her bedroom window, letting a cool breeze float in and dispel the unknown scent. As she hopped down and stretched, she noticed that the smell was coming from her and not the cat. Rather peeved at the feline after he had kept her up with his constant need for affection, she decided to quietly tiptoe outside and head towards the back of the house. Passing the side door. where she could see Sharp and her cat fighting over who was really going to take a bath, she made it to the back and slipped out without a sound. Once outside she gave a little stretch and ran towards her favorite tree, an old willow that had small branches that were suitable for anyone small to climb, carefully walking up the branches she slowly slipped into a hole in the tree suitable for her to squeeze into and rest. It was a secret she had discovered when she was adopted by Sharp and was rather nervous about staying in the house.
Over the years she had gotten a little bigger and as such it became even more of a chore to make it up here, and she knew one day that she’d have to stop coming up here. But thankfully that day isn't today, she thought, because after writing that story she definitely needed to be alone and think about how she felt. Was she really in love with her? And what possessed her to write all those things down? She didn’t even know what half of the things she wrote meant.

“Ugh it’s so hard being twelve!” Sweet Tea yelled to no one in particular, rather glad there wasn’t anyone around to hear her voice crack after yelling ‘twelve’. Sweet closed her eyes as she heard distant booming noises, either meaning a storm was coming or the cat found out how to use technology against the infuriated Sharp Note. After another boom, she started to hear the wind pick up and rush through the tree, mingled with light rain. It was a rather peaceful set of sounds and she was seconds from completely drifting off when suddenly, she heard someone yelling and it seemed to be getting closer to her. She opened her eyes and tried to let out a scream as she spotted a pegasus flying towards the tree, looking panicked as he flew towards her spot in the tree. She scrambled a bit to get out but failed as he crashed headfirst into the tree, managing to get his head lodged in the trees hole. Sweet began to shake a bit as she stared at this new random pegasus who was not only stuck in the tree, but blocking her only way to get out. He looked up and gave the scared filly a rather roguish grin.

“Heh, nice hole... and this tree ain’t bad either” He gave a slightly dark chuckle and managed to pull his head out, leaving Tea with an extremely confused look on her face.

“Wait, aren’t they the same thing?” She asked as she poked her head out to look at the new pegasus.

“Well...aren’t you rather precious?” He replied, stretched a bit. “Wait a moment, I know this place. Hey kid, do you know anyone named Sharp Note?”

Sweet nodded quickly and hopped out of the tree, running down the branches to meet the pegasus who knew her mother. “Of course, shes my mommy silly” Sweet smiled at the pegasus, feeling like she could trust him even if she didn’t understand his tree comment.

“Ah...maybe I should pop in and say hi, didn’t know she had a kid. Who knows you could be mine” He smirked and ran his hoof through Teas mane, stifling a laugh at her startled expression as he trotted towards the house, determined to cause a bit of chaos before his departure. But not before seeing if he could kindle some sort of flame with his old friend, “Or maybe just one with a new friend...by the way the names Gentle Breeze.” He winked at tea and headed towards the house that, after this day, would never be the same again.