A Flower for the Florist
There is a language, little known,
Lovers claim it as their own.
Its symbols smile upon the land,
Wrought by nature's wondrous hand;
And in their silent beauty speak,
Of life and joy, to those who seek
For Love Divine and sunny hours
In the language of the flowers.
–The Language of Flowers, London, 1875
The orange mane stallion, who was still wearing his work apron, offered Roseluck a slight smile as she hoofed over the bouquet of Azaleas.
"I don't usually ask a customer why they choose what flower they choose. Usually they tell me what their intentions are and what flower would best convey that feeling. But, I have to ask why did you choose Azaleas, Mr. Cake?" asked Rose, as she leaned over the counter.
Shuffling from side to side, Mr. Cake blushed in embarrassment.
"Well, Cup Cake's birthday was a few days ago and she has been feeling down about turning the big three o. I try to tell her that age doesn't matter but she doesn't listen. You know how mares are about their¬—"
Mr. Cake stopped dead sentence as he remembered he was talking to a mare. His blush deepened until his cheeks were no longer red they were purple. Rose gave him a hard look before she started to giggle.
"We do make a big deal about the silliest things don't we," said Rose between giggles.
Relief washed over his face at Rose's attempt to defuse what could have been an awkward situation.
"Well as I was saying, she doesn't like to think about her age and a birthday only makes it worse. So I thought I would get her some flowers to cheer her up. A trip to the library later, I found that they represented marehood and I thought that they might make her happy," he added while looking over the bouquet held in his hoof.
"Mr. Cake, could I make a suggestion?"
Looking up from the bouquet he nodded yes.
"Hoof over the bouquet and let me work my magic," she said sternly.
Mr. Cake gulped and then passed the flowers back to the florist. He watched as she untied the ribbon and removed over half of the Azaleas. She replaced them with an assortment of orchids, amaryllis, stock, and a single red rose as the center piece. Looking up from her work, Mr. Cake watched a single line of sweat cascade down her brow as she hoofed the bouquet back to him. Examining the flowers he had to admit that it looked better as an assortment of flowers than just the collection of the one.
"What do I owe you Ms. Roseluck?" he asked tentatively.
Shooting him a coy grin she answered, "For you they are free."
"I can't leave without paying you something for these beautiful flowers," he said as he drew closer to her stand.
Reaching out she placed a hoof on his chest and sighed, "Look, ponies come to my stand all the time and most don't even care to understand the meaning behind the flower. You took initiative to learn a little about that meaning. That is a rare thing, especially for a stallion, although there are just as few mares that even look into it. So, don't think of it as a charity or some other silly concept. This is just me showing my appreciation to a friend."
Mr. Cake looked down at the flowers and then back up to Roseluck with a smile, "Well if we are friends then you can stop calling me Mr. Cake, call me Carrot. Can I call you Roseluck?"
"Just Rose will do," she answered as she lowered her hoof from his chest, "Now don't keep her waiting." Mr. Cake took the hint and trotted away offering a wave as he rushed off.
"Carrot!" shouted Rose.
The stallion quickly slowed down and turned, "Yes?"
"I just wanted you to know that if the two of you are going to eat those flowers the only ones I would suggest are the orchids and the rose. The others will put in Ponyville general."
Looking down at the flowers he couldn't believe that a something as pretty as a flower could be so dangerous.
"Thanks," he yelled back before continuing on his mission.
Placing the azaleas back in their basket, Rose sighed again. When am I going to find that special somepony, she wondered. She didn't have much time for herself before another patron graced her stall.
"How are you today, darling?" asked the ivory coated mare.
"Oh you know same story different day," replied Rose sounding disheartened.
Rarity hated to see a friend look so down and Rose definitely looked down. Her normally perky posture had been ruined by her now slouching form.
"I think you need a decent meal and good dinner company," said Rarity as she walked around the stall placing a hoof on the pale yellow mares shoulder.
Rose gave her a flat look and gestured to the flower stall, "I'm a florist. I have all the flowers I could possibly eat."
Rarity shook her head, "Tisk Tisk Tisk that simply will not do. You simple cannot live on flowers alone, darling."
Hanging her head, Rose knew better than to try discouraging her friend once she got an idea stuck in her head.
"My treat," chimed Rarity.
After placing a closed sign on her stall she and Rarity walked to the Cafe. It wasn't very busy yet it was only a quarter after eleven and most of the towns working ponies didn't take their lunch until around twelve. Look across at Rarity; she saw the wide grin the unicorn was wearing in anticipation for what Rose might tell her.
Taking a sip of her cup of jasmine tea the warm flavor relieved some of the tension and helped her to speak her mind.
"I love being a florist. I love growing and selling flowers. The feeling it gives me to have a pony leave my stall with a smile is just more than I can take sometimes. Whenever a pony comes to my stall to buy a flower for their special somepony or potential special somepony; I try to be happy and as helpful as I can be, but I feel like a die a little inside. I should be happy for them but in the end all I feel is jealousy."
Rarity reached across the table and placed her hoof over Rose's while giving her a caring look. Looking into Rarity's eyes she saw the same hurt illuminating deep with those blue orbs. Placing her other hoof on top of the one already on Rose's Rarity spoke up, "I feel the same way when I am commissioned to design a wedding dress or a suit for a groom. Sometimes I even get a little sore when some little filly or colt comes to me wanting something they cannot buy in one of the clothing stores for a special date. How silly is that."
A thin smile crossed Rose lips, "It is silly isn't it."
Pulling back her hooves Rarity took a sip of her own drink and then took a bite of her almond toped salad. The two mares at in silence for a while before one of them garnered the courage to speak.
"I say that it is silly but, can even convince myself of that," Rarity more or less muttered to herself.
"A mare can dream," said Rose as she banged a hoof on the table, startling Rarity in the process. It took a moment for Rarity to get over the shock of the outburst before she giggled a reply.
"I suppose."
The rest of the meal was enveloped in a much lighter mood as the two mare swapped bits of gossip.
Feeling refreshed after her meal with Rarity, Rose returned to her stall by the scenic route. Instead of head directly back to the market place she took a stroll through the park delighting in the warm scents of early summer. The park wasn't very crowed but what could else could be expected on a weekday. The only ponies she could spot were mostly children to young to be in school with a parent or caretaker. There were a few other adults taking their lunch breaks in the quiet of the park or using the time to get in a little exercise.
One couple stood out from the few ponies that were in the park. Laying in the shade of a tall aspen tree were Lyra and Bon Bon. Bon Bon's head lay gently on Lyra's forelegs as the two enjoy a little nap time on their brake from Bon Bon's sweet shop. A light blush played across Lyra's cheeks and as Rose walked closer to the lovers she could see that Lyra was mumbling in her sleep. Bon Bon cracked an eye open and looked up at Lyra with a smile on her face. She was completely oblivious to the mare that was watching them in her bliss.
Bon Bon wasn't the only oblivious pony. While watching the two sleeping mares Rose had caught the attention of another pony that was enjoying his midday meal.
After taking a bite from his spinach pie the large stallion chew slowly. It was too beautiful to rush anything much less the savory meal his sister had taken the liberty to fix for him. It was a ritual that they shared. Whoever wasn't running the apple stall had to cook the other a decent lunch. And Applejack was one hay of a cook. Big Mac knew that one day when his sister settled down and decided to not work so much she was going to make some mare or stallion one a very happy pony. He didn't like to think about somepony stealing his sister's heart but, that was the way of the world and it was bound to happen sooner or later.
While eating he glanced haphazardly around the park at the bounties of the late spring. In just a few short weeks his little sister Apple Bloom and her friends would be out of school. Then just like the little foals who were too young for school they would be playing in the enjoying the sun, after chores of course. The sounds of the foals parents chatting was all but drowned by the squiells and whinnies of their children. Birds sang their sweet songs from high in the branches of the parks trees and off in the distance Big Mac could hear the shrill call of a red tailed hawk. Smiling at the simple pleasures of the outdoors his eyes soon found the sight of a pale yellow mare gawking at a sleeping couple who he knew to be Bon Bon and Lyra.
He didn't usually but into others business but the mare was being rude. So after placing the pie plate down, he rose up and strolled over to the mare. Bon Bon was a distance cousin and Lyra never hurt nopony that he knew of and they had enough trouble as it was from a few of the more narrow minded ponies of the small town; his own Granny Smith being on of objectors, that he wasn't going to let one little mare disturb the couple. A few steps later he squinted and spotted the mare's cutie mark. It stood out like a red apple against green leaves, a single red rose. There was only one mare in all of Ponyville that could claim that mark and that was Rose. His fears quickly diminished after that, heck Rose was one of Bon's bridesmaids. Still he kept moving forward until he was with in whispering distance.
"Ahem," grunted Big Mac.
Rose slowly turned toward the sound and spotted the large red stallion. He motioned for her to follow him and then he started to walk back to his picnic blanket. A few moments later Rose followed after him.
"Did you need something, Big Mac?" asked Rose lowly.
Sitting down Mac offered a, "Eeyep." He patted to the spot across from him before taking another bit of his pie. Rose ploped down and gave him a questioning look. He ate in silence for a few moments.
"Well if you don't have anything to say I need to be getting back to my stall," she said as she began to lose her patience.
Mac rolled his eyes, "You know as well as I do that we more or less make our own hours."
Crossing her forelegs across her chest, Rose huffed in annoyance.
"Not that is any of my business or anythin' but, you sure were starin' at Miss Lyra and Miss Bon Bon awfully hard," he said flatly before taking another taking a sip from his canteen.
Shifting uncomfortably in her seat Rose looked away. Explaining herself would be embarrassing and she didn't care to say anything especially to Ponyvilles most eligible bachelor. She almost gasped at her own train of thought, if he is the most eligible bachelor and I don't know a single mare that doesn't have a small crush on the handsome lug, why is he still single?
"Why don't you have special somepony, Big Mac?" she asked shrilly.
The question came at the worst moment possible. He sprayed the contents of his mouth out into the air having just enough courtesy to turn his head so that he didn't drench Rose in water and saliva. He wasn't quick enough some of the mixture made its way on to Rose's coat and face. Rose froze in place and her eyes went wider than he had ever seen. Raising a hoof while trying to fight back the blush that was marching on to his cheeks he said, "I'm so sorry, Miss Rose."
She sat there in shock for a few moments before she took one of the cotton napkins Mac was offering her. Taking the napkin she wiped herself clean and gave him a hard look.
"I'm sorry," he said shakily while trying not to look her in the eye.
"You already apologized," she snapped.
Mac flinched and then shrunk under her gaze until he didn't even look much bigger than the average stallion. How he was doing it she didn't know but she did know that the look didn't suit him. Her conscious started to gnaw at her insides.
"No, I am sorry. I shouldn't have asked you that and I shouldn't have yelled at you," she said with a frown.
Giving her a cautionary look he started took look more like himself. A tense silence dominated the air while the two collected their thoughts.
"I guess I'll be go—"
"I'm borin'," said Mac cutting Rose off.
"Boring?"
"Eeyep, that is what most all of the mares I have ever dated said. They weren't mean about it they just said that they needed someone who would talk a little more. The only mare that even gave me half a chance was Miss Cheerilee and now we are good friends but nothin' more."
Fidgeting with her hooves, Rose didn't know who to reply to Mac's admission. The stallion again took on the appearance of a pony half his age; like he was some little colt being told off by his parents. With nothing else to say she went with the first thing that came to mind.
"Listen to me Big Mac!" she said with authority as she reached over a placed her hoof over his, "You are not boring. I think you are just more of a show type instead of a tell type."
His blush returned in full force as he gazed down at the pretty yellow hoof over his.
"Your sister tells me that if it wasn't for you she doesn't know how Sweet Apple Acres would stay afloat and it isn't your brawn that helps her it's your brain. I know that you do all of the paper work and the facts and figures."
Looking up from their hooves he gazed at Rose's cute face. Did I just call her cute in my head? Buck it she is cute and hard working, he thought.
"Did Applejack really tell you that?"
Blinking a few times Rose reached up and ran a hoof through her mane before giving him a cute smile.
"Well not exactly. I heard it from Rarity," she answered.
"I guess that is just as good as getting it from the horse's mouth. I have never known Rarity to lie," he said while grumbling lowly about gossips.
"Well you know Rarity," she added with a nervous chuckle, "I also know that you put your sisters and your friend Caramel up to borrowing books from the library because you are too shy to talk to the pretty librarian and that you scared of the dragon. And that you have been attending Ponyville Community College part time at night on and off for the last couple of years."
Mac did his best to keep his affairs to himself and having so much of his goings on casually spoken out loud was a little unnerving. Even if it was coming from a pony he considered his friend.
"I'm not scared of Spike," he said almost growling.
Leaning closer Rose gave him a sultry smile,
"So it must be the other way around then. Are you scared of the sexy little librarian?'
The question made Mac sweat. He could feel his coat start to become damp and his stomach exploded with the feeling of thousands of butterflies fluttering around inside. Fluttering... Fluttershy. Oh, crap, he thought as his thoughts shifted from one crush to the next. As he sat there, he tried to flush the images from his head. Over the years he had his fair share of crushes but he never could pony up and ask any of them out. If he went out on a date it was because they asked him out and not the other way around.
"Eeyep," he answered in a shaky tone.
Feeling parched Rose reached over and picked up Mac canteen. Unscrewing the top she took a swig from the container. After smacking her lips in satisfaction she took another couple of swigs of sweet water. Wiping her mouth with her foreleg she eyed Mac whose eyes looked ready to launch from his head.
He couldn't stand being put on the spot. This was the very reason he preferred to stay quite all this banter made his head hurt.
"You were staring at Bonnie and Miss Lyra and you called Miss Twilight sexy, so do you prefer mares?" he asked trying to shift the spotlight off of him.
Rose fell over laughing at his question. He watched her roll on the ground like Winona when she is trying to scratch her own back. A red hue crept into Rose's cheeks and she found herself parched from the laughing so she sat up and grabbed the canteen again. Mac tried to stop her but she managed to take several long swigs before he could pry it from her hooves.
"Hey! I was drinking that," huffed Rose as she gave him the stink eye. The glare didn't last long before she spouted out another boisterous laugh.
"You should stop growing apples and start bottling water because that water is the shit," Rose spouted loud enough for a few of the foal's parents to give her a hard look.
"It's sweet water and it has a slight bur—"
Stopping mid sentence she gave Mac a shocked look, "That isn't water?"
Scratching the back of his head in embarrassment all he could say was, "Eenope."
Her vision became swimmy and she started to wobble in her seat. Mac couldn't get up fast enough to catch her before she fell over.
Mac facehoofed, as he watched the mare curled up and quickly fell asleep. Why do I waste my time on mares? Stallions are much less confusin', he thought before he started to pack away his picnic gear. After several attempts to wake the drunken mare up he settled on carrying her back to her house so she could sleep it off. He gently pressed his muzzle under her belly and then rolled her on to his back with one of his forehooves. Retrieving the neat little package that was his gear, he started to walk back towards the center of town. He didn't get far before a few of the foal's parents gave him a hard look about drugging a pony they more than likely was his marefriend to get her to shut up. One of them even went so far as to yell something about slipping a mickey and how wrong it was. He didn't know what a mickey was but, apparently it was a bad thing to give to a mare.
The hard looks didn't end with just the park parents; several ponies who he never even gave much thought about gave him a hard look. Even Mr. Davenport who was one Mac poker buddies managed to give him a sour look.
"Oh, Mac!" muttered Rose in her sleep as she nuzzled his side. Biting his lip Mac tried his best to fight off the first few tingles that preceded a boner. The mare nuzzling him again only made it that much harder. Quickening his pace he made his way quickly through town heading north to the large expanse of farms that dominated the area north of Ponyville between the white tail woods and the Everfree.
Normally he would take the main road but he couldn't chance being seen. Taking the scenic route he let himself go; although it did made him walk funny. If he was seen, he could never show his face in town again. He didn't need to be thought of as a pervert that would hurt the family business.
After another mile he spotted a group of pegasi moving clouds. From this vantage point he could bariely make out his sister friend, Rainbow Dash. If she saw him like this he would never live it down.
Cursing under his breath he had to do something about the ache between his legs. Easing the mare of his back, he laid her gently on a bed of moss that he spotted growing on the north side of an old oak. Dropping his gear he cantered through the brush in search of what he needed.
The babbling sound tickled his ears and in excitement he sped up. He soon learned that was a mistake as he stubbed his little friend on a short sapling which brought a round of tears to his eyes. Sitting back on his haunches he tried his best not cry. This went on for fifteen minutes or so before he could stand without feeling like he was going to fall over. He wasn't going to have to sit in the coolness of the mountain spring to quench the fire in his loins; the tree sapling took care of that.
Returning to Rose he was greeted by the sound of her snoring. The mare was no longer on her side; she had rolled over onto her back with her forelegs pointing up. Looking at the mare he felt his eyes drifted south along her body to her back legs which were splayed out shattering any decency she could have had. Blushing he forced his muzzle back up her body as he felt the fire slowly return. Shaking his head in defeat he walked over and pushed her over on her side and pulled her back onto his back. Picking up gear he continued on his way. The sooner he got to where he was going the sooner he would be done with this silliness.
No sooner than he made it on to the main road he was joined by a pair of Pegasi. He watched Rainbow circle him like a buzzard before she landed.
"I knew you were shy and all but geez you didn't have to club her over the head like a cave pony," joked Dash.
Mac groaned.
The other pegasus didn't even land. He just hovered over Mac and his sleeping companion. Lowering his muzzle the pegasis sniffed the sleeping mare.
"Woah, Dude!" said Thunderlane as he fanned his nose, "he didn't club her over the head he just got her drunk."
Rainbow was done joking she quickened her pace crossing in front of Mac and then stopped. Tripping over the cyan road block, Rose was launched off his back. Thunderlane finally landed as he watched the catastrophe play out. Without missing a beat Mac lowered his head and rolled back on to his feet only to dive and catch the mare before she crashed on to the ground.
After checking the mare for any injuries he gave the pair of pegasi a harsh look over his shoulder. Thunderlane whistled and clapped his hooves,
"Encore, Encore!"
Rainbow slowly rose from the ground and was dusting off her coat. She met Mac's hard gaze with equal intensity. Anger didn't come easily to the red stallion but his day had really sucked as it was so, he sat the mare down gently and stomped over to the pair of feather brains. Looking down at the picinic gear he raised a hoof and punted it at Thunderlane. The speeding basket caught the dark coated stallion in the face knocking him onto his back. I can buy a new one, reasoned Mac as he continued on to the main event.
Reaching up he pulled the canteen from around his neck and dropped it on the ground. A step latter he was pressing his muzzle against Rainbows.
"What in the hay were you thinking you feather brain!" he roared.
Rainbow reared up on her hind legs and tried to push him with her forelegs but the mountain of a stallion didn't budge an inch.
"What was I thinking? What were thinking? I know you have trouble asking a mare out and all but getting one drunk to have your way is wrong and I know you sister would agree with me you muscle head," she hissed back.
Turing away from Rainbow he picked up his canteen and unscrewed the top and handed it over to her.
"She took a couple of big swallows of this thinking it was water before she knew what the hay it was she was drunker than you on Cider day."
Rainbow took a whiff of the contents before taking a sip. Gagging on the vile substance she asked, "How did she mistake that for water and what the hay is it?"
Picking himself up Thunderlane shook the pain away and glared at his attacker. Sneering he marched over to give the stallion a piece of his mind. He was halted by Rainbow's outstretched hoof.
"Hold on Thunder," said Rainbow coolly.
Rainbow could see the vain throbbing on Mac forehead.
"How about me and Thunder take Rose back to her place and you can go and chill for a while, Okay," offered Rainbow as she realized that Mac was just about beyond talking.
Mac walked away from Rainbow and bumping shoulders with Thunderlane on his way to pick up his now demolished picnic gear. Thunderlane wasn't going to take being hit not once but twice, he started to walk towards Mac but was stopped by a tug on his wing. Looking back over his shoulder he saw that Rainbow had clamped down his wing. Trying to pull away he winced as the mare bit down harder.
"The two of you do that," spat Mac detestably, "Tell her sisters that I will be bringing her stall cart by later."
Rainbow couldn't stay mad at him. She laughed at herself because she had jumped to the wrong conclusion which honestly happened more often than she would admit.
Picking up the busted picnic basket he thought of all the looks he got in the park and in the town. He knew in his heart that if it wasn't for that he never would have lost his temper and vented on the two pegasi. They were just joking and Rainbow was just looking after another mare. Celestia forbid, had Rose been in the company of a less the noble stallion. He couldn't blame her if he had found one of the stallions from town toting Applejack on his back; he would have jumped to the same conclusion.
"I'm sorry," said Mac and Rainbow in unison. Thunderlane angrily flew off to vent his own frustrations.
"Hey!" shouted Rainbow as she shook her hoof at the fleeing stallion. Thunderlane didn't slow down and he was almost out of sight before Rainbow eyes returned to Mac. She couldn't hear what he was grumbling but it wasn't nice. Giving him a half smile she screwed the top back on the canteen and hung it around her neck. Walking over she took the busted basket in one of her wings.
"I'm fast but I am not that strong. I'll fly this stuff over to the Acres and you can finish carrying her home."
Mac hung his head,
"You don't have to go, Rainbow. To be honest I think I could use the company."
He tried again to wake the drunken mare but she wouldn't budge. Sighing he pulled her on to his back for the third time and with somepony to accompany him the three ponies made their way to Rose's house.
They walked a ways before Rainbow broke the silence, "How much did that filly drink?"
"I don't real know the exact figures but she took about five good swigs of the stuff," he answered.
Looking at the sleeping mare Rainbow grinned, "She is a handsome filly isn't she."
Mac kept on walking, he didn't want to talk really he just wanted some company. The extra body heat that the mare draped over his back was making him more than a little uncomfortable. The hot May sun bore down on them and he was sweating like he had been bucking apples all day. Looking over at the mare walking beside him he could tell she was having a hard time dealing with the heat as well.
Silently he cursed himself for bringing the moonshine. It was his little secret; a little liquid courage to help he through a day of the social activity he didn't particularly like. It was a weakness that he had yet to overcome even after spending the better part of his teen years seeing a shrink for that very problem.
Fishing for a conversation Rainbow tried again, "So what is that bitter water stuff?"
"Moonshine," grunted Mac.
"Isn't that the stuff that Granny Smith soaks her dentures in to kill all those little bugs that cause bad breath?"
Smiling slightly Mac looked over at Rainbow, "the same."
"If you drink that wicked stuff you must have a very high alcohol tolerance. I just took one swallow and my gums are still tingly."
"Lightweight," coughed Mac.
"Hey, I heard that!" she scoffed.
The both chuckled.
They soon found themselves at the Valley families' house. Rainbow knocked on the door several time in rapid succession. Off in the distance a lone woodpecker replied with his own series of knocks. A smile graced Mac's lips. The door opened quicker than either pony was prepared for and was met by an unlikely face.
"Where the hay have you been?" asked Applejack, sounding more worried than angry. Before Mac could answer Rainbow dropped the basket and pulled the canteen off her neck flipping it at AJ in one fluid motion.
"Uh... I gotta be somewhere like now— so nice talking to you Mac," said Rainbow as she tried to take off but, an uncomfortable sensation in her rear kept her from getting very far. Looking over her shoulder she spotted AJ with a mouthful of tail.
"Hey what gives!" shouted Rainbow.
"Oo an goin noo wa ar" replied AJ as she pulled the pegasus down. After Rainbow's bottom met the ground; AJ motioned for Mac to step on her tail, which he did. Rainbow sat there with her with her forelegs crossed over her chest looking away from AJ pouting like a school filly that wasn't getting her way.
"Okay, are you going to answer me?"
"Eeyep," replied Mac as he spotted Lilly and Daisy who were walking toward the door way. They both looked haggard. The Valley sisters were all excitable almost comically so. They squeezed past AJ and tended to their sister. Lilly wouldn't even look at Mac and Daisy shot him a look with daggers in her eyes. While AJ was preoccupied with checking on Rose, Mac lifted his foot and taped Rainbow on the flank.
"Go now," he hissed under his breath.
Rainbow shot him a playful smile and took flight. Mac watched his sister bolt around the sisters and chase Rainbow a ways before she gave up and returned to her big brother with something else to yell about.
He didn't even let her get started.
"Rose had lunch with me. She drank a little too much of my anxiety formula and it went to her head," he said whilst trying to come up for a reason for why it took him so long without saying anything about his boner problem or the confrontation with Rainbow and Thunderlane, "I tried to let her sleep it off but she wasn't sober, so I brought decided to take her home. Rainbow met me along the way and decided to help."
Applejack shook her head, "A trip that should have taken less than an hour took you over four. You had poor Caramel worried sick not countin' me and the Valley sisters. You should have told somepony what happened. I got the girls out lookin' for you."
He nodded along with her until Daisy returned. His sister was still talking but he dismissed her with a thought leaving her fuming.
"Miss Daisy I sure am sorry about all this," he said lowly.
His apology was met with a slap across the face. A stunned look crossed his face as he tried to process what had just happened. Before he could figure it out he was pulled into a hug, "I can't forgive for getting my little sister drunk but, you did the right thing by bringing her home. So I'll call us even."
After the mare released him from her grip, he sat there dumbfounded for a few moments before he came up with an appropriate answerer, "We won't be even until I bring her cart home too."
"Fine," replied Daisy curtly.
With that said he walked back towards Ponyville with his very angry sister in tow.
Author's Note
For those that are keeping up the meanings behind the flowers:
1) Azalea- take Care of yourself for me, temperance, fragile passion, and Chinese symbol of womanhood
2)Orchid- love, beauty, refinement, beautiful lady, Chinese symbol for many children, mature charm
3) Amaryllis- splendid beauty and worth beyond beauty.
4)Red Rose- Love
5)Stock- lasting beauty,happy life, and promptness.
6)Anemone- fading hope, forsaken.
Trees:
1)Aspen- determination and overcoming fears and doubts.
2)Oak- strength, courage, marriage, fulfillment, fidelity, oracle, and prophesy.
