“Sweetie, now that you’re a mare...Hey, get back here! This is important, Sweetie Belle if you’re so intent on proving yourself as a strong, independent mare as you so proudly proclaim whenever it comes to doing the dishes…”
“Hey!” A crinkle crossed Rarity’s lips, finding it impossible not to at how her sister really was, how she really acted in the privacy of home and around the security of family.
“Ahem, now that I have your attention, I think I will continue. When you’re in the business, it really doesn’t matter what the business is for you, there is one very important, very useful rule that you have to remember. But I’m getting ahead of myself, a lady should put pleasantries first, before the business at hoof. This is a stallions’ world. Yes, yes, the Princesses. But who is it that holds your moneybags? Who wields the hard and proud shafts tipped with gleaming steel that keep us safe at night?”
“I know about the birds and the bees, Rarity! And that’s disgusting…”
“Hmmm? Speak up dear, its not polite to mutter. I guess that is another lesson you will have to learn,” Her voice lowered with each word, internally thinking, entirely unaware that she was still talking. In short, she was muttering, “I suppose, no, I have that one appointment on that day. Maybe I could help you on…? No, no.”
“Rarrrity!” Though it was the smooth voice of a full grown mare, the whine was that of a child’s upset at being ignored once more.
“What is it, Sweetie?”
A light shines in the depths of Sweetie’s spring green eyes, “You were muttering.” And the light continues to shine, reflecting off of Rarity’s older, much older orbs.
“Ho-” The words swell in her throat, threatening to choke back what she had to ask,” “how old are you now?” She knew the answer, of course, she just had to hear it with her own two ears.
“”What the...! It was just last week. Don’t tell me you really forgot!”
“Humor an old mare, won’t you?’
“You were there! You pulled down all the streamers I put up and replaced them with your own! You complained that I shouldn’t eating chocolate cake with my coat color-”
“You’re right, I do know. You’re young, you’re so very young. Your words say it, your eyes say it, even the way you prance about outside when you think I’m not looking says it. You’re a strong, independant mare that doesn’t need advice from any old fuddy duddy, am I correct is saying that?”
“Well, no, but I’m not a little filly anymore. I know how to handle myself!”
“Sweetie Belle, I remember what it’s like to be young. Every filly and colt goes out into the world thinking they know everything they need to know...and then some! It is a rather,” Rarity sniffed disdainfully, ”Unfortunate side effect that comes with the joys of youth.
