A Series of Unfortunate One-Shots

Ding dong. Now I have rung many a doorbell before in my life, but this one always seemed the loudest, the most alarming. As if it were warning me to go away and stop tempting the dragon, or at least the dragon tamer. Yeah, she's tamed dragons, with so little as a few words. It's probably easy, I mean her smile can disarm even the most resolute ponies. I don't blame them, it's quite hypnotic; the way her lopsided grin makes those dimples uneven yet still remains perfect. It's quite the treat to experience, seeing as most times she hides it away behind that brilliant pink mane. She'd rather hide herself away and let body language do the talking than her actual voice. It makes sense, one does not down a glass of fine wine like cider, but they would rather take it in small amounts to savor the taste. I guess a fine wine would be a suitable metaphor for her voice; a crystalline tint, Actually it sounds more like the songbirds she loves so much. That's the other thing, she absolutely adores all critters, loves every single one of them to death. It would be annoying to try and hold her attention versus an animal, if it weren't so darn cute. The door opens just a crack. Just enough for her soft sea blue-green eye to look outside. Opening the door wider, she stepped out, simultaneously hiding most of her face behind her mane. A moment of confusion crossed her face as she noticed that no one was in front of her door; the only object being a small bouquet of flowers. Why can't I be the Element of Bravery?