Confessing Certain Feelings
“Rarity! You gotta hurry, oh, oh, I left it too late!!” The small purple scaled dragon threw his hands in the air as Rarity skilfully and patiently worked the charms and sewed the hem. “Nonsense Spike, I am very near finished and you’ll have plenty of time, she won’t be back from Canterlot for another two hours.” She replied calmly, patting the baby dragon on the head. He sat down at the light touch and smiled dreamily. “Sorry Rarity, I guess some of Twilights panic has rubbed off on me.” Rarity smiled indulgently. “Why don’t you go and see what I left in the remnants box, I am sure there might even be a whole gem or two there. Go on now, I’ll just finish this up.” The next charm would take some concentration and getting the stressed Spike out of the room certainly helped.
*Crunch* Spike bit into another flawed gem and guilty looked at the now much depleted box. Eating his favourite snacks helped calm him down. “Spike darling, it is done!” With some drama in her voice and a flourish she brought out her masterpieces. “Rarity…” Spike said, dazzled, “They’re… they’re beautiful…”
“Well they need to be dear, it’s not every day you go confessing these things to ponies.” She neatly wrapped the gifts in a parcel and levitated them over to the dragon. “Now, you get back home and just relax. She’ll be back before you know it.” She smiled once more an ushered the dragon out, Spike tottered a little under the bulky package and his full belly but didn’t fall. Soon he was walking back to the library, his home.
*
It was late, way too late. Spike had heard that there was a problem on the line so the train from Canterlot to Ponyville was very delayed it wasn’t due in until 11pm! Sitting on a chair in the Library he did his best to stay up. Owloysius was keeping him company but Spike still felt his chin dropping and his tail drooping, “Still an hour until the train gets here. Gotta stay awake…” the brown owl regarded his friend; the little dragon had fallen asleep. Taking up a watch position in the window, he decided to await the arrival and wake Spike in time.
*
“Finally!” Twilight yawn-spoke, trotting out of Ponyville station she was very glad that it wasn’t too far to her home, she should have been back hours ago! Walking through the darkened streets of Ponyville she began to worry. “I hope Spike is ok, I told him when to expect me back; he’s probably thought I abandoned him! No, no, don’t be silly Twilight, he would have found out at the station about the delay.” Still, she was talking to herself again, never a good sign. As she approached her home she spotted her avian friend in the window. With a wink he flew off his perch.
Puzzled that the owl did not come to greet her, Twilight carried on in.
*
“Who? Who! WHO!!” Owloysius had landed on Spike’s head and was trying his best to wake the sleeping dragon. Pecking had not worked, his scales were too hard (He was sure that his beak would be bruised!) and shouting wasn’t working either. The owl heard the front door open and shrugging he flew to his perch, he didn’t wish for his actions to be misinterpreted by his beloved unicorn friend.
Twilight entered the library. Owloysius was sat on his perch, preening in an all too innocent manner. Spike was fast asleep in a chair, a shadowed lump on the floor beside him. Smiling at such a cute scene she quietly approached him and tenderly nuzzled his cheek. “Spike,” she whispered, “wouldn’t your basket be more comfortable?”
*
The comfortable darkness was nice and warm, everything was good and Spike was smiling sleepily. He felt a warm and comforting brush on his cheek and a familiar voice. “Spike, wakey wakey sleepy head, you’ll get cramps sleeping in a chair.” The gentle nagging woke him up and he sat up rubbing his eyes. “Hey Twilight, you’re back.” He was still really sleepy but an urgent memory soon rushed to the forefront of his mind. “Twilight! Um, can you go sit there for a second? I’ve got something for you.” Puzzled his guardian sat down on the floor as Spike scuttled around to the desk grabbed a scroll and picked up a parcel by his chair when he returned. “One moment please,” He shooed her hoof away from the scroll and mystery parcel to raise the lights a little. “Alright, you can open them now.” He beamed but started to bashfully look at the floor when she opened the scroll.
Dear Twilight
I know that I am your number one assistant and I love being that, but I have recently been thinking about our relationship.
You are the first pony I remember, the first face I ever truly saw. You’ve looked after me when I was littler than now and you’ve been kind and caring to me ever since you hatched me. I look forward to really pleasing you and feel sad if I think I have upset you.
You’ve taught me and loved me, cheered me up when I was sad and nursed me when I was sick. Most of all you are simply there for me. There is a word for somepony like that.
It’s Mother. I know you don’t like me to call you that even as a joke but I can’t keep it in any longer. You’re my Mom and today, this special day, I want to wish you a Happy Mother’s Day.
Love Spike
P.S. I hope you like my gifts.
Twilight’s jaw dropped but she quickly gathered herself together, she really didn’t want to upset Spike right now. The poor thing was twiddling his tail and looking at his feet. Owloysius, who had settled on her head to read the letter too, gave her an affectionate peck and gestured to the parcel with a wing. Carefully levitating it Twilight unwrapped it with her magic and spread the contents in the air.
“Oh Spike!” she breathed in awe. It was a cloak. An amazingly beautiful cloak in a colour Rarity had called ‘Midnight Purple’ (“Gorgeous colour, would suit you perfectly darling”) perfectly tailored and enchanted. Her sight being beyond normal ponies, Twilight could see the spells of warmth and shelter woven into the soft fabric. She couldn’t resist any longer and gathered it about herself.
The hood felt perfect and the delicate curve to a softened point put one in mind of the hats of ancient mages. The nap of the fabric hugged and smoothed across her coat and fell perfectly. She looked like a true Arch-Mage of Equestria. Admiring herself in the mirror she gasped as she finally caught sight of the clasp.
It was her cutie mark. A flawlessly cut amethyst set into silver, five diamonds encircling it. Rarity was certainly the talented pony that made these but only one knew of her dream, Spike. Ever since he was tiny and they were living in Canterlot castle she had sketched and doodled exactly how she wanted to look as an arch-mage and these were down to the last detail a perfect match. “Oh Spike…” she said again, scooping him up into a tight hug. “This is... This is perfect! You really felt this way for all that time? Oh Spike,” she planted lots of little kisses on the rapidly blushing dragon’s head.
“Of course you can think of me like that! I just thought it was a joke when you sometimes called me Mom, but if you really feel that way you can call me it as often as you want.” They were both crying by this time, joyful tears mingling on their wet cheeks. “I always have Twilight, always… Mom.” Twilight carefully hung her amazing new cloak on the wall peg above her saddle bags and placed Spike on her back. “Come on sweetie, it’s late. Let’s go to bed.”
The lights of the library went off one by one as a unicorn and a baby dragon settled into bed. A brown owl took up watch over the pair, guarding mother and son until dawn.
