Excuses

Rarity awoke with a start. Something much larger and heavier than Opal had jumped on her. She grunted with fear and pushed the form off of her. There was a giggle then a thump. Rarity caught her breath and looked down at the floor by her bed. She scowled at the pink party pony that lay there in a fit of giggles.

"Pinkie Pie! You scared me!" she scowled at Pinkie Pie, not questioning her presence. The balloon-marked mare was notorious for her erratic behavior and uncommon magic ability. As Pinkie rolled on the floor, Rarity pulled herself out of bed and went to sit in front of her vanity. As she began brushing her mane and primping, using her magic to levitate her tools, Pinkie came up behind her and began babbling.

“I came over to make sure you woke up for the party because if you slept in today then you might not wake up and if you don’t wake up you won’t be able to go to the party and if you aren’t at the party then we would be short one guest and if we’re short one guest, especially if that guest is you, everyone would be really REALLY sad!” Rarity finished and inspected her work. Her white fur glistened and her jewel purple mane hung in a perfect curl. She watched Pinkie behind her in the mirror. She was bouncing up and down with a huge grin on her face. Of course, her mane and tail were in their usual mess of tangles and curls. Rarity sighed.

“Pinkie, don’t you ever do anything with that mane of yours?” Rarity asked, turning to look properly at her friend. Of course she was only joking, secretly she very much liked Pinkie’s mane. It looked lovely on her even though it was a mess. The very idea of that intrigued her and gained her favor. Pinkie paused from her bouncing to twirl her misshapen forelock around a hoof. When she set her hoof back down she smiled, knowing that Rarity was joking.

“Come on Rarity! I made you breakfast downstairs. Sweetie Bell is already eating,” she told her, calming down a bit. Rarity nodded and followed the springing earth pony down the stairs past the boutique and into the kitchen. As Pinkie Pie had said, Sweetie Bell was already munching away on her French toast and daisies with syrup. Two other plates were set up at the table, one for each of the mares that had joined her.

“Good morning Sis! Pinkie Pie made us breakfast, it’s soooo good!” Sweetie bell said through a mouthful of her food. Rarity settled herself next to her sister.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Sweetie,” she reminded, levitating a napkin over to her sister to dab a drop of syrup from her white coat. Sweetie Bell gulped down her food and then took another big bite. Pinkie ate next to Rarity quickly but quietly. Rarity tucked in and levitated her fork and used it to slice off a chunk of the bread and bring it to her mouth. She chewed slowly and swallowed, looking around for a drink. A large glass of orange juice sat in front of her. She levitated it to her lips and took a long pull. The events of the previous night came back to her as she was left alone with her thoughts. She gave an internal sigh. It would be hard to find a place for Sweetie Bell so short notice.

“Sweetie, I have to go out of town to take care of some things with the family. I’m going to see if you can stay at Sweet Apple Acres with Apple Bloom,” she told her. Sweetie paused with her eating and looked worriedly up at her sister.

“What sort of things? Is something wrong with Mom and Dad?” she asked, her voice squeaking more than normal. Rarity smiled and put a hoof on her sister’s head, smoothing over her cute pink and purple mane.

“Don’t worry Sweetie Bell. It’s just a bit of trouble with the cousins. I know I don’t usually get involved in all of that but it’s a little worse than the usual. I’ll be back in time to see you preform in the school play,” Rarity assured her. Sweetie smiled at Rarity, trusting her blindly. Rarity hated to lie to her sister. She hated to lie to anyone really. Lying had been part of her old life and she wished to leave her past just where it was, in the past. It would have stayed in the past if it weren’t for her old comrades realizing that they didn’t have her skills. Not to mention the fact that it would be Rarity after them if they had stolen the box and the scroll without her knowledge. She put the thoughts out of her mind. She wanted to at least have fun at the party and now that she had made an excuse to her sister with Pinkie as a witness, she could pack her saddlebag and have it with her at the party so that she could leave immediately after. She was almost certain Applejack would agree to her request without any questions. She smiled, a genuine smile this time, and set to finish her breakfast.

Author's Note

My chapters are a bit short and they are going to be for a while. Hopefully you ponies won't mind. ^.^