Rainbow Dash never used to be a morning pony. She was known for sleeping in, stuffing her pillow over her face as the sun’s warm rays of light poured in from her windows. However, ever since she had been with Rarity here in Canterlot, she found herself waking up to greet the morning with a smile.
Together, they had been here since Winter. It had begun simply with one conversation about dreams, and it soon grew into a beautiful shop full of beautiful dresses, run by an equally beautiful Unicorn. It was a cozy little boutique, located on a sweet corner in the bustling city of Canterlot. Ponies stopped by daily, and Rarity’s designs had become quite popular by this time. Rainbow Dash couldn’t forget the smile that lit up her friend’s face when they went out and saw strangers wearing her outfits.
A few birds chirped outside, the sounds coming in through the open window in the kitchen. The cerulean pegasus’ ear twitched involuntarily to the noise, a yawn escaping her. She was waiting for her friend to make an appearance for breakfast, considering she was the one who cooked it all of the time. Rainbow didn’t make food, and she was sure if she even tried it would end up a burnt, grey mess. She knew this from experience.
“Good morning, Rainbow Dash!”
“Mornin’.”
Rarity strolled in pleasantly. She already wore her red glasses, measuring tape resting around her neck as if she had just come back from a fitting. As far as Rainbow Dash knew, the Unicorn had a bit of trouble with her sight. Sure, she could see you if you were standing right in front of her, but she figured it had to have been a bit blurry. It was the only reason she could explain her wearing the glasses, other than for fashion’s sake. She thought they looked nice either way.
Her horn lit up with a light aura, and opening one of the cabinets she used her magic to take a mug. To fill with tea, no doubt. Rainbow prefered coffee herself. “I have quite the amount of orders to fill today,” Rarity spoke, “and I was wondering if you could be a dear and get some fabric for me?” Putting the mug down on the table, she then retrieved a list from the counter and floated it over to her companion.
Rainbow Dash looked at it with limited interest. Despite how long she had been here with her, she still wasn’t very into the whole fashion thing. The only reason she could name off certain colors and types of styles was because of Rarity. Even if it wasn’t her thing though, she still had no problem leaving the boutique to go get the supplies she needed on occasion. Besides, she had been looking for a reason to get out and stretch her wings. Nodding, she took the note with her teeth and got up, trotting to go and get her saddle bag.
It only took her a few minutes or so. After placing the list in the bag, she turned her head to the left a bit to allow her mane to fall to her side again, maroon eyes flickering in Rarity’s general direction. “Hey uh.. Rarity?”
“Hm?” She looked up.
“When I get back, did ya wanna hang out or something?” Rainbow spoke, voice laced with a tad bit of nervousness. She knew her friend would be busy, but since she couldn’t exactly help too much with these things, she often found herself bored later on.
“Of course, Rainbow! I’d love to.” Wasn’t the answer she had been expecting, to be honest. But it certainly was a nice one. Her ears and expression perked up, and giving a grin she nodded before leaving out the door.
Canterlot was busy, per usual. A lot of the fancy citizens were taking their daily stroll around the city, talking away about gossip. Other ponies, such as Rainbow Dash herself scurried to retrieve things for their respective jobs, or get to the places they needed to be. It was a lively city, but thankfully enough there was just enough room above all of the tall and regal buildings for Rainbow to stretch her wings. The air seemed to caress her feathered wings as she soared through the blue sky, doing a loop or two. Before she left she had secured her saddle bag tightly, so nothing of importance fell out.
It was a nice outing. She had visited about four stores in total, each one offering different kinds of fabric and design patterns that were on her to-get list. At the end of the day she was rather successful, and she had found everything she needed. And in great time too, if you didn’t count the twenty minutes she took due to distraction at someone’s streetside talk of the Wonderbolts performing next week. She’d have to ask Rarity if they could go.
When she finally made her way back to the small shop, she called out the Unicorn’s name upon entry. “Yo, Rarity! I got the stuff ya needed!” She yelled, closing the door with her rear hoof. It was strangely quiet though, and she couldn’t help but wonder why. Was she not opening the store today because of all the orders she had? Trotting in, she placed her saddle bag down gently before wandering about, searching for the purple maned pony. And it didn’t take her very long, either.
She found the magic user in her sewing room. Head resting down on the table, but she wasn’t working. In fact, her eyes were closed. Her expression seemed so peaceful as she slept in a light slumber, obviously had falling asleep on the job. It was unlike Rarity, but she could only assume she had been a little stressed about all the upcoming work and didn’t get a sound sleep the previous night.
Walking over, Rainbow Dash observed her quietly. A slow, steady smile soon appearing. She may have not had magic to aid her, but she did have strength from all those years of practicing for the Wonderbolts. She was gentle with her actions, and with a bit of effort she had managed to lift her friend from her work space and bring her to her room, resting her down safely on the bed.
The light blue pegasus joined her. Laying beside her, she stretched one wing out before placing it over Rarity for comfort. Her eyes watched her, silent before she closed them. She was happy and content right where she was.
She’d remind her of the supplies later on.
Author's Note
Another short story in a matter of 24 hours. Oops.
Some (teased) Raridash! Definitely a ship that needs more love.
Written for my dear friend, Nell.
