Friendship is... Painful...?
Unicorn Whispy Flowers was brought sharply back to realty as the alarm clock beside her bed began its shrill ring. Cringing from the noise, she quickly bought her hoof up and placed it in the air above the clock. She paused for a moment, fighting the desire to hit the thing across the room, and then quickly brought her hoof down. However, in her groggy state, she missed the off button, and managed to turn the alarm up louder.
When she realized what she had done, she became very upset and did what she had been considering and swung her hoof. The next thing she heard was a crash as the clock hit the wall. She rested for a moment, as the alarm stopped ringing when it hit the wall... but that moment was short-lived as the alarm began to ring again. Reluctantly, the red pony threw her blankets off of her, and sluggishly moved towards the ringing device. as she reached it, she aimed at it, and lightly pushed the button to shut it off. She sighed as the alarm finally and permanently ceased its ringing, used some of her unicorn magic to lift the clock, and set it back on the nightstand. As she did so, she noticed an odd detail, and that was that there wasn't a mark on the thing from it's contact with the wall.
"Stupid thing." she said to herself in a tired voice, upset as she was for it waking her.
She knew deep down that it was her own fault, but she countered that feeling with the argument that the machine didn't have feelings, so she could take out her anger on it, and it wouldn't care. She proceeded to her mirror, magically picked up the brush, and began to brush her mane. Her red and blue mane was normally straighter than a ruler, but the bed messed it up so much, she would occasionally wake up looking like Pinkie Pie. The 'fwshh, fwshh' of the brush was a calming noise to her, and she bacame more relaxed with each stroke of the brush.
After a few minutes of steady brushing, her mane was back to its crisp, straight appearance. She sighed again, and started on her tail, which shared the color of her mane. After a few more minutes, her tail was as straight as it should be. She placed the brush back on the table, glanced at the clock, opened her door, and walked outside. She looked around her small porch, and her eyes set on the Ponyville Post, sitting on top of her mail-box rather than inside it, as the poor mail-pony had a mental problem, and could rarely ever open the mail-box door. She magically lifted the paper, and began to read it. The first thing she read was an article on the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
'Wow,' she thought, 'They're in every paper these days... I hope they get their cutie marks soon... maybe one about persistence!' After thinking that, she laughed out loud and placed the paper inside the mailbox for later. She then scanned the area around herself, and her gaze eventually rested on her cutie mark , a duo of blue flowers, one on each flank. She smiled, as her view reminded her of what she loved to do.
She looked back forward, closed her eyes, and bowed her head. Her horn started to glow a light red, and a portion of the ground began to glow a similar color. After a moment of concentration, tiny flowers started to grow, and as Whispy focused, the flowers grew, until they were the same size as a full-grown flower. She opened her eyes, and the magic dissipated. Upon seeing the results of her magic, she became quite happy, as she usually did when working with flowers. With most of the flowers that she grew, she replanted them into some flower pots, and would eventually sell them to ponies for a couple bits per pot, give or take, depending on the quality of the pot. Number of flowers, type of each, as well as how business was doing that week would influence how her prices would fluctuate. It wasn't a huge bit-maker, but she was fine with that, as it allowed her to live in reasonable comfort.
After a few more magical growing sessions, she took a look through her window, at the clock hanging on the living room wall. After a moment of thought, she determined that she didn't need to be at her stand for a couple more hours. Therefore, she decided to take a walk along one of two paths that led away from her home. One of them led into Ponyville, the other led off into the Everfree forest. She chose the Everfree path, as she didn't want to deal with the townsponies this early in the morning. She walked along the dirt path for a few minutes, allowing her mind to wander. It followed its usual path, or lack thereof. There truly was no way to predict where her mind would roam, as today it chose to think about food, bed, and eventually settled on Manehatten.
"I wonder what kind of city it is", Whispy thought out loud, since she had never been there before.
Her mind came back to reality as she heard a sound she was looking for, the water of Tell-tail Creek. She smiled as she kneeled down by the crystal clear water of the creek, and positioned her body the way she wanted it. She then flopped onto her side, and landed on a patch of grass, which cushioned her landing, her ear next to the gurgling creek. Also, with the way she lay, the hair from her mane lay in the crisp, pleasantly cool water of the creek. Laying there, listening to the animals, was peaceful to Whispy as she closed her eyes. "Hmm..." Whispy sighed as she passed the border from wake to sleep.
