The Perfect Job

Diamond Tiara always sensed there was something special about her, and sixteen months ago, she had found out what it was. Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Rich had been ecstatic when their little filly had gotten her cutie mark all that time ago. She had boasted to them, and everypony else she knew, about her moment of epiphany when she had realized that her super special talent was getting other ponies to do what she wanted. Oh, if they only knew the full story behind that half-truth. She remembered the moment of epiphany when her mother had taken her aside that very day.

"My Diamond," she had said, "I am thrilled that you are no longer a tiny little...blank flank...like some of your peers. Your cutie mark represents not only your talent, but your maturity. So you need to start thinking about your future."

"What do you mean, mother?"

"Where, for example, will you live when you're a full-grown mare? Your father and I are expecting big things from you, Diamond Tiara, much bigger than Ponyville. Ambassador of Canterlot ! Treasurer of Las Pegasus! Mayor of Manehattan !"

"How can I do that?"

"Well, if I were you, I would start making friends with the right type."

Of course, as happens with families, what Spoiled Rich had meant by the right type was far different from Diamond Tiara's idea of it. She had intended to put the idea of nobles, the upper-class, and ponies with important jobs. Diamond Tiara perceived it as friends with similar abilities and interests who she could mooch off of.

Nevertheless, Diamond Tiara had stuck by her interpretation of making friends with the right type as a principle, and sought to lead them all. In the time to come, she would become besties with her schoolmate Silver Spoon (but never been able to say that phrase three times fast) and even had managed to become close friends with an adult named Octavia Melody. They hung out together on Saturdays in their little club, which they called "Substria."

Diamond Tiara Rich, Silver Spoon Caesar, and Octavia Melody had something very much in common: a secret. They called themselves benders.

If society knew, it would be something more along the lines of magical hypnotists.

But it was only Diamond Tiara and her two second-in-commands, one of which wasn't even present right now. Yet she and Silver Spoon stayed there, miraculously resisting the power of Discord, yet sensing his intentions, as their destinies foretold in their cutie marks. Silver Spoon's told of her privilege of having the ability (disguised, of course, with her rich nature). Octavia's spoke of the seemingly endless spiral her victims fell into when she used the power (concealed with her hobby of playing the cello). And for Diamond Tiara? Well, concealed with her simple persuasiveness, Diamond Tiara's destiny was to master the mind-benders.

So as she peered into the eyes of the draconequus, Diamond Tiara knew that her destiny was to befriend him.

He was the right type.