Prejudices

"He is such a great colt, Lyra. He treats me like I'm, like I'm...like I'm a princess! I don't deserve him. Yet..." Fluttershy sighed dreamily.

"I know what you mean. I could almost swear that whatever is in between Big Macintosh and I is like magic! Or something!" Lyra tried and failed to describe something in perfect detail for once.

The ponies giggled and shared their opinion of what was the perfect afternoon.

Eon woke up with thoughts of Fluttershy. He replayed the day before's events and edited it to one where he was more impressive and cool and collected and Fluttershy was totally taken by him. But it wasn't a total flop, he cheered himself up, maybe Fluttershy is confused. He had somewhat made it clear that he liked her, he had been himself and they had enjoyed each other's company. He wasn't a bad pony and it was natural for Fluttershy to be a bit confused. He understood that.

When Lyra made her way to Sweet Apple Acres that day, Applejack cornered her before she managed to reach the other Apples. "Now you look here, Lyra. I like and respect you and all that but whatever it is you're playing with my brother has to stop. We can't have him distracted and not doing his work right. Sweet Apple Acres need him and we need him as he is. I don't want to hurt your feelings, Lyra, but I'd appreciate it if you stop whatever it is that is between you and my brother." Applejack looked beseechingly at her to understand.

Lyra's heart hurt. Nothing even had the time to start between her and Big Macintosh. Lyra was pretty sure that he was her destiny, as cheesy as it is, but she liked Applejack. She was a great friend and an admirable pony. Lyra was also sure that she didn't want to be on AJ's bad side. Although it made her sick inside, Lyra heard herself say, "A-Alright, Applejack. If it makes you happy."

"Yeehaw! Thank you, Lyra. Thank you so much," Applejack was happy as Pinkie Pie. It made Lyra hurt even more. "Are you alright, sugarcube? You're looking green."

Oh haha. Lyra got it. Because her coat was turquoise. "Lyra! Lyra!" Applebloom cheered as she and Big Macintosh made their way to them. He had a soft smile on his face that hurt Lyra because of her promise to his sister. She flew away on a cloud before they could reach her.

Big Macintosh and Applebloom were confused. "Where did Lyra flew off in such a hurry?" Applebloom asked, her tone sounding hurt. Big Macintosh's eyes followed Lyra's cloud until it was out of sight.

"I don't know," Applejack answered honestly. "She was looking a bit greener than usual."

"What did you say to her?" Big Macintosh asked.

"If she was okay. She didn't answer and just flew off."

Applebloom didn't believe it. She figured that Applejack had said something else, something that probably made Lyra feel sick as she was. "I'm going after her," Big Macintosh said.

Both Applebloom and Applejack started protesting. But Big Macintosh waved them shut. "You can't stop me. I am going after Lyra."

Not knowing where the hay Lyra even was, Big Macintosh  went to find someone who might.