"It's just a little further, Sweetie."
The sun was slowly lowering itself over the horizon. It was the time of day when the sky was a beautiful mix or oranges, yellows, and reds--the perfect sunset after the day Rarity and Sweetie Belle had. The two unicorns slowly walked out of Ponyville's town limits, chatting amongst themselves as Fluttershy's cottage shrank from view behind them.
Sweetie Belle could hardly keep the smile from her face. Her hooves ached from the day's activities of running, jumping, and egg-carrying, but it was a pleasing pain that came with the knowledge that her sister did love her, and that she was willing to cover herself head to toe in mud in order to make Sweetie happy. She never wanted to be sister-less again.
"Did you have fun, Rarity?" She asked for the hundredth time.
Rarity simply nodded, too exasperated by both the events and her younger sister's constant asking. It had been something vastly different for her--while she went for light jogs and did yoga to keep her girlish figure, exercising was something she did very rarely. She only ran when it was absolutely necessary, such as from a giant dragon or to a friend's aid. Never recreationally, and never to the point where it took up a majority of the day.
Yet, she had fun regardless of the fact that she felt like her hooves were going to fall off or that she sweated more than she would like to admit. She would do anything--even dye her hair green and dress in clashing colors--to get her sister back. She, too, never wanted to be sister-less again.
"Ah, here we are."
Rarity couldn't hep but smile at the sight before her.
It was a massive field just between Ponyville and the Everfree that was covered in flowers. Every color, every size, every type; they all grew together in beautiful harmony. The one place between the two regions that was untouched by both ponies and the uncontrollable nature of the forest.
It was the most beautiful flowerbed Sweetie Belle had ever seen.
"Oh my gosh! They're all so pretty! Much prettier than Miss Lily, Miss Daisy, and Miss Rose's flowers!" She jumped in excitement despite her sore legs and took off ahead of her sister.
Rarity lifted a hoof to her lips and giggled. Even though the day was winding down, the little filly still had so much energy. "Yes, I do agree that it's quite beautiful. But that isn't why I brought you out here."
"It isn't?" Sweetie forced her hooves to the ground and skidded for a moment before falling over completely. When she lifted her head, a pair of white hooves were in her field of vision.
"Let's sit and talk for a while, Sweetie."
Rarity settled down amongst the flowers and gave her younger sister a small smile as the little filly sat down in front of her. For a moment neither of them said anything. Rarity was collecting her thoughts while Sweetie Belle waited to see what her sister wanted to talk about. Finally, Rarity opened her mouth to speak.
"Do you remember what I said after the race; that we were apple pie?"
Sweetie Belle nodded, curious to where this was heading.
"It was something Applejack told me after you stormed off yesterday. But it's...such an Applejack thing to say. She basically said that I was a basket of apples, and you were a nice, crispy crust," She shook her head slightly. "Separately, we're nothing. But together, we make a delicious apple pie."
"Oh! That makes sense... sort of..." Sweetie Belle scratched her head as she thought, before concluding that it did, indeed, make sense. "Is that what you wanted to tell me?"
"Not exactly." Rarity concentrated on a single daisy, levitating it between the two of them. "After some thought, I've come up with my own metaphor. Let's say that this daisy represents our bond, and our memories. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"I think tulips are prettier--"
"Shh. It doesn't matter which flower we use. This is just one of our memories. Then, as we grow we make new memories."
More flowers--roses, tulips, sunflowers, orchids, and many others--were plucked out of the ground by Rarity's magic. A she spoke, she tied the stems of the flowers together with delicate precision so that they weren't tied tight enough that they broke, but not loosely enough that that just fell apart.
"We have to cherish each memory of our time together. The more time we spend together making loving memories--"
Sweetie Belle's eyes widened as her sister placed the newly created flower crown on her head. Rarity smiled as she fixed it into place. "The more beautiful the flower crowns we make will be. If even one bad memory taints what we have..." She levitated a dying flower between the two them and made an attempt to tie it to other. The stem broke under the strain and fell to their hooves. "Then the whole thing falls apart."
The younger sister glanced up at the flower crown around her head, and then to her older sister, who just continued to smile at her with so much emotion behind it. Sweetie Belle couldn't help but return it.
"Rarity... I'm sorry I acted like such a brat these past few days. I just don't get to hang out with you often, so I guess I just had really high hopes for this week..."
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have bossed you around, or been such a... nag. I should have been nicer to you, Sweetie Belle. Will you forgive me?"
"Stupid." Rarity's eyes widened. Sweetie Belle climbed onto her hooves to nuzzle her neck. "I've already forgiven you. I did when you did the whole race with me."
Rarity leaned down and nuzzled Sweetie's cheek. "Thank you so much, Sweetie Belle. You honestly have no idea how guilty I felt when you were angry with me."
They stayed like that, in each other's embrace, until Sweetie Belle spoke up. "Can you teach me how to make a flower crown?"
The older unicorn giggled and nodded. The two of them sat in the enormous flower field until the sky was completely dark and the moon was rising. By the time they made it to Rarity's home, the two of them were wearing several flower crowns, necklaces, and even had a few woven into their tails and manes. Rarity's were lopsided and slightly falling apart, while Sweetie's were perfectly made, but neither of them would trade them for even Celestia's regalia. They each made crowns for each other, and that was worth more to them than any monetary value.
"Are you ready for me to start?" A small, green-and-purple dragon asked, a quill poised at a scroll to begin writing.
"Yep! Dear Princess Celestia..."
Author's Note
Just a little short story I wanted to write.
Self-edited because my usual editor is kinda busy, so if you see any mistakes please feel free to point them out!
