Why No Indigo?
A male Pegasus sat in a hospital waiting eagerly next to his wife. Their brand new filly had just been born and they were finally going to see her.
A nurse walked through the door cradling the new born. She handed the filly over to her father.
“Honey, wake up. She’s here,” the father whispered.
The mother Pegasus’s eyes slowly opened and she could now see her child. The little baby was truly a sight to behold with a pure white mane, tail and coat.
“Have you given any thought as to what you’re going to name your child?” the nurse asked curiously.
“Well…um…”
One Month Later
The two Pegasus were preparing the new room for the filly. They had gotten it ready before hand but the new born seemed to especially hate the bland color of dull pink her room was before, so much that she began crying immediately whenever she saw the color and, to this day, still hates dull pink colors.
The cans of paint they wanted to try had just been opened and the floor was completely covered with white tarp. Both parents were in the room while their child was in another room sleeping.
Mrs. Dash quickly examined over the paint cans and noticed one color they were going to try wasn’t there, “We forgot to get indigo paint. Do you think you could go pick some up?”
“Okay,” Mr. Dash said and then left to retrieve the paint.
Just then the phone began to ring in another room. Mrs. Dash had been waiting for an important call and so she rushed over to answer it.
In another room the little filly was awoke by a strange sound. She let out a little yawn and then stretched slightly. She turned her head in a few directions and could see many vertical bars placed beside each other surrounded her on all sides. She approached one of the sets of bars and tried to squeeze out through the space. However, she could only manage to get one hoof out.
She plopped down and then looked upward. She began flapping her wings rapidly and lifted herself off the ground. She fluttered up to the top where a horizontal bar was but then she grew tired from all of the flapping and just barely managed to hang on to the bar. She struggled, but managed to get on top of it.
She looked down to see her possible landing options. Unfortunately before she could find a safe spot she slipped and fell outward. She began flapping her wings as fast as she could and ended up just centimeters above the ground. She ceased flapping and began to crawl around. She navigated herself into the hall and then into her previous room.
The walls had already been painted white as a temporary fix so she didn’t start crying at the color. Then she noticed something… interesting. In front of her she could see another pony. They were completely white just like she was. She approached the other pony and they did the same. She looked at the other pony and it seemed to mimic the actions she did perfectly. She got up onto her wobbly hind legs and placed both fore hooves forward. The other pony did the same. She lost her balance after a few moments and then fell back down. She was growing bored of this pony and so she looked to her left and saw some strange containers.
She crawled up to one of them and stood up to see what was inside. She leaned on the edge of the metal can and her eyes widened in amazement. She could see the most spectacular color ever. It was bright and vibrant. It was red. She stumbled backwards and fell down; the contents of the container completely covering her. She shook off most of what landed on her and preceded to the next one.
This time she was more careful with her footing and she looked at the next color. It was so unique and spontaneous. It was orange. She hadn’t noticed that the end of her mane dipped into the container and when she pulled it out it had become the same beautiful color that was in the container. She moved to the next container and was seeing a color that was warm and inviting just like Celestia’s sun. It was yellow. She moved her head a little too close and now the part of her mane closest to it was yellow.
She had wanted to view each color separately but she accidentally knocked over three of the containers. The colors she released were indeed amazing. One was so full of life. It was green. Another was peaceful and calming. It was blue. And the third was just pure excitement. It was violet. Now she wanted to have these colors on her and so she flopped onto them with her mane in the colors. After a few minutes she got up and noticed the final container.
She approached it but instead of standing to see it she flapped her way above it. This color way just like the sky. Calm but unpredictable. It was sky blue. She was still tired from her previous flights and so she fell into the color below. She quickly managed to escape the liquid and she shook off the excess.
Just then Mr. Dash came into the room with the can of indigo paint in his mouth. He dropped it as soon as he saw the splatters and spills of paint everywhere and his little filly standing in the middle of it.
“Honey,” he called, “I need you to come here.”
Mrs. Dash looked at the room and her daughter when she arrived, “Look at her; she’s a whole rainbow of colors.”
The filly was now by her parents side, looking at the new container her dad brought.
As much as Mr. and Mrs. Dash tried to keep the paint away from their filly she always managed to become a rainbow. Eventually they gave up on trying to keep her away from paint and actually named her Rainbow.
Present Day
Rainbow Dash was in her room preparing for the day ahead of her. She looked at her white self in the mirror and then went and opened her closet. She opened the door and pulled out the cans of paint. First red, then orange followed by yellow, green, blue, violet and sky blue. She began to paint herself with a paintbrush when Pinkie Pie entered.
Rainbow Dash turned around to see Pinkie Pie staring at her.
Rainbow Dash let out an embarrassed laugh.
