I have a desire. Everypony does at one point or another, but this was different. I can't adequately tell anypony what I desire. It was almost unattainable. Leading ponies maybe my ability, but my desire was far from it. Or maybe it was closer to it. Being in the background, following a lead...that felt normal.

Leading a pony never had felt so normal until she helped interpret my cutie mark, that is. She made my interpretation and she gave me my mark-I only had her to thank for it. It was a new light; and I suppose that light got tainted later on. With my emblazoned flank adorned with a tiara came a perspective I only gave to her. Now she'll see a side I didn't want her, or anypony, to see, but more her than not. My mane was an atrocity!

I trotted to the bathroom and quickly brushed out my mane while I had time to. She wouldn't mind my disheveled mess of a mane, but it would look flawed. I didn't want to look flawed, not in front of her. She deserved the world. She deserved so much more than what she had gotten.

"Madam Tiara!" The butler bowed slightly after entering the room. His golden coat shimmering as the afternoon light hit. He glowed like a bulb. A mane with a few different shades of gold made it horrifyingly worse. I turn away from him. "Baroness Scatenata of House Pirouette came to greet you on this fine afternoon. Shall I let her in?"

She deserved anything but what she had to receive. She didn't deserve the pony she was stuck with. She didn't deserve the insensitive pony that helped her earn her life's place.

She is everything right in this tarturus given world. Why would fate hand her the cards given?

Why had fate given her to Apple Bloom? She clearly didn't own Applejack's honesty. If she had, she wouldn't have slept with most of the mares in her class. There were few ponies that didn't apply to, naturally that being Silver and I. Oddly, it also included Apple Bloom's marefriend. Not that message mare, Dinky, but the most precious mare I ever laid my eyes on.

She is the softest pony I ever had the chance to meet as a filly; quiet and kind. She had a backbone surprisingly, open and honest. Before the Elements of Harmony were created, I wouldn't have doubted she was the the harmony in question.

Why would she want me, whether romantically or not? After all, I am but a feathered diamond; a diamond feathered by pressure.

Still, even I, this feathered diamond, saw the truth. Scatenata didn't deserve that whorse of a marefriend. Although she had a marefriend, I will do anything for her. A broken diamond, after all, has its place. She is that place.

"Madam Tiara?" The Butler called again. I tilted my head. I forgotten to answer.

"Let her in!" I called. I wasn't prepared; Scatenata hugged my waist immediately upon hearing my approval. Her tears staining my pink coat. She was the mess this time.

She was beautiful, to say the least. I grew suspicious as to why her mark wasn't for being a model. Her form filled to a frame only fit for one: lithe and small, like a delicate doll or a ballerina in a music box. Her orange coat had to be the softest, the best traded silks and cloths hadn't matched her fur. It didn't help that her feathers felt warm and welcoming. Maybe, just one day, I'd ask her for her feathers that she had to remove. Sleeping with a pillow made with those welcoming feathers would remove any nightmare I will ever get. I rub her back, my hooves just gracing her wings. They gave me a high that I wish I could contain better. I almost buried my head into her violet, tangled mane. It was so long; thick with fluffiness I think Pirouette had to take hours to create. It wasn't Pinkie Pie fluff, nor curled like Rarity. It had its own charm.

I stopped myself, instead, I paid her my attention instead of feeding my heart. "Nata?" I rubbed her back. I shiver as ecstasy raced through my veins. "Nata, are you okay?"

Sniffle. "I..I'm fine, really." She whimpered softly. I removed myself from her form, parts of me wishing I hadn't. Her purple eyes glimmered with tears. Even when depressed, she looked like an angel. I cupped her chin. "I'm..fine..."

I glared before she shrinks back, a blush painting her orange cheeks a bright red. "I'm not..."

"You've known me for years, " I began carefully. I can't help but to stare at her. Those captivating eyes..."You're lying. You're a terrible liar when you're upset." I start frowning. A pit in my stomach forms with jagged rocks that sink to the bottom. Constriction takes place when I breathe.

Apple Bloom had a hoof in this. It was a happenstance waiting to transpire. I sigh. Scatenata was always a forgiving pony. Ignoring pony, if anything. Naive, perhaps, the better term. My heart beat was quicker than anticipated. My teeth grinding against each other. I didn't need to ask. I never had to.

It was nice to get confirmation, though.

"Did she hurt you?" She looked away, tears threatening to fall again. Nod.

"Did she cheat on you?" Nod again.

Apple Bloom wasn't making anything easy, anymore. "Who was it?" Scatenata looked at me. I bit my lip, ignoring the wave of pain it brought. It never mattered. She turned away again.

"Nata!"

"Dinky," She said flatly. Her eyes just kept to the floor the whole time. I nuzzled her as she squeaked in surprise.

Many ponies don't see Scatenata like I do; she doesn't show very often. If she decided to pop up, she'd cower away. The limelight and the attention weren't suited for a metal worker like herself. Then again, most ponies wouldn't recognize her, or if they had, they certainly would make it a spectacle. Despite always being Scatenata, ponies would see it otherwise.

Scatenata wasn't Scatenata in crowds, after all. Scatenata was Scootaloo in the crowds; Scootaloo is Rainbow Dash reincarnate, a shy pony as she would certainly attract attention when they act out of character. Though, was that really a character when Scootaloo was the character, instead? Especially when you know something so personal like that?

No, especially for me. They wouldn't believe me, a pony just reformed from a pony I knew as a fake persona. They won't believe the pony that lied my way into helping them, for my goal wasn't always to be a good pony. I was always a good pony.

At the same time, I was always a good actress, but for her, I would help her find her mark even if it was a lie. Although she doesn't love me in all her forms, it didn't matter to me.

"Don't ever cry like this again, you hear me?" I whisper softly. Her body tensed. "I'll make sure she understands what she did. Perfectly.

I have a desire. Everypony had a desire. Mine didn't match my cutie mark, or perhaps it did by chance. Either way, my desire is currently broken. I have to fix that desire. I will fix her broken gem. This feathered diamond will do anything to fix it. After all, I am her feathered diamond and I'll do anything to fix her feathers before they grow too big.

Author's Note

Feathered Diamonds are diamonds with small, microscopic cracks that have a feather outline. The durability isn't affected as long as it doesn't run too deep.