Desert Roseby Lithe KamitatsyChaptersPrologueDay OneDay One - "Trouble in Paradise"Prologue“I’m telling you, it DOES exist!” “Rose, you’re crazy! There’s no way a flower can exist without needing water.” “Why do you think it’s called the DESERT rose, Daisy? Deserts have NO water!” “Which is why it doesn’t exist.” Rose sighed as she looked at her two friends. Ever since she had read in a fantasy novel that there was a beautiful type of rose that only needed sunlight, Rose had become obsessed with finding it. She was CONVINCED it existed, and was going to add it to her rose garden. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more supportive. The way the novel depicted it was beautiful- it had white petals with rouge rims, and when it blossomed it unfurled to look just like a star...” Rose gushed, stars in her eyes. “Rose, do you have ANY idea how ridiculous that sounds? There is no flower like that!” Daisy yelled. “All you’re doing is setting yourself up for disappointment!” “Ugh, would it kill you to say, ‘Gee Rose, that sounds great! I hope you find what you’re looking for,’ or maybe ‘Wow Rose! That sounds incredible! Why don’t we help you?’ I mean, you two ARE my friends, right?” Rose said, bothered by not receiving even the slightest bit of support. “Of course we are, Rose! We just think that going after some flower you read about in a novel isn’t exactly the best idea.” Daisy said truthfully. Lily trotted up to Rose, and let out a small sigh. “Look Rosie...we don’t want to see you get yourself hurt over something that doesn’t exist,” Lily said, placing a hoof on her shoulder. Rose shrugged her off. “I’m going to prove it to you both. I’m going to find that rose, and I’m going to bring it back here,” Rose then smirked slightly “...and if I do, you have to apologize AND take care of my garden for a month.” Not wanting to back down from a challenge, Daisy stepped forward. “Fine, you’re on. If you come back empty-hooved, you have to admit that you were wrong and you have to take care of BOTH our gardens for the next month,” Daisy said, returning the challenge. “It’s up to you. You can back out now, and we’ll just let this go.” Lily stood by Daisy, a look of concern adorning her face. Daisy then raised a hoof. “So what’s it gonna be?” Rose stared at Daisy’s hoof for a moment, and smirked. “You’re on,” she said, shaking hooves with Daisy. “You have one month.” Daisy said. “If you’re not back with this rose in hoof in one month, you lose, got it? No crying if you fail.” “Gotcha.” With everything said and done, Rose set off to do research. *~*~*~*~* Rose rummaged through every book she had in her house, but couldn’t find a single thing on the desert rose. “Ugh! It shouldn’t be this hard to find something this simple!” A thought crept into her mind. What...what if they were right? What if it DOESN’T exist?! Rose shook her head. No! I can’t give up so soon! I’m going to show those two that the desert rose exists! She began to look through her book-shelves with a renewed vigor. Heh, I can’t wait to see the look of shock on their faces when I bring it back and they’re tending to my garden for a month. This is gonna be great! She stacked up every single volume, document or guide on rose breeding she owned on her coffee table, and sat down. “Time to get reading!” *~*~*~* Rose woke up with a start, realizing she had fallen asleep. She looked out the window, and saw that it was already dusk. “Wow...how long was I out?” She looked at the stack of books and documents to her left- she hadn’t made a dent in the stack. “...I didn’t even make it past the first page...” she muttered, face-hoofing at her own stupidity. “Okay. Time to seriously crack down!” She grabbed the first document, and burned through it, pushing it aside a moment later. Nothing. She grabbed the next document off the stack, and did the same with the document before it. Nothing. This process went on for another two hours, Rose growing more and more frustrated by the moment. “Augh! I’m not finding anything! Oh, what did I get myself into...” She then let out a defeated sigh, and stood up from her table. “Maybe if I go find Daisy and Lily, they’ll let me back out of this deal...” she murmured to herself. She then looked up at the mound of papers and books, feeling even more defeated. “I think I’ve gone through more books than Twilight does on an average-” A thought struck her like a lightning bolt. Twilight! Twilight has an ENTIRE LIBRARY’S worth of information! Maybe she can get me the information I need! I wonder if she’s still open... Rose hurried out of her house, shutting the door and locking it behind her, hurrying off for Ponyville Library. Within minutes, she was at the doorstep. She knocked a few times. “Coming!” A voice said from within. A few moments later, Twilight appeared in the doorway. “Oh, hello Rose. Is there something I can help you with?” “Hi Twilight, and yes there is. Do you mind if I come in?” “Not at all.” Twilight backed up, letting Rose enter. Rose walked in and made her way over to the table resting in the common area of the library. “So what can I help you with, Rose?” “There’s a certain rose I’m trying to find, and I need your help doing so.” “Oh? Which type?” “It’s called the ‘desert rose.’ From what I hear, it doesn’t require water to live, only sunlight.” “Hmm...that does sound familiar. I think I read about it in-” Don’t say novel, don’t say novel, don’t say novel! “-one of those novels...” Of course. Rose groaned inwardly. Twilight then got up from the table, a hoof to her chin, beginning to move towards one of the many bookshelves. “I think I might’ve read about that in a history book...” Twilight immediately climbed one of the ladders, stopping in front of the section labeled “HISTORY.” She perused the titles, and found the one that she remembered. “I think this is the one.” She used her magic to pull it off the shelf, and levitated it down to Rose as she climbed down the ladder. Rose examined the cover. “‘History of Appleloosa: An Appealing Appendix of Astounding Agriculture’...” She read aloud as she touched the cover with a hoof. Twilight moved up next to her, and flipped the cover open. The two pored over the text, flipping page after page until Twilight found something. “Here...it says, ‘The adenium multiflorum, or desert rose, is considered to be a succulent plant, meaning it retains water within itself, requiring only sunlight.’ So it does exist!” “A-HA! I knew it! I already can’t wait to see the looks of shock on their faces!” Rose chuckled evilly, rubbing her hooves together. Twilight looked up. “That’s not all, though. It says here it is indigenous to the outer regions of the Mohayve Desert, right near Appleloosa. The problem is, is that the entire area is completely surrounded by vicious sandstorms, and the only way you can get to it is if you have a coat thick enough to withstand the constantly moving sand.” “Appleloosa, eh? Simple enough. I’ll figure it out. Thanks Twilight!” Rose said as she got up from the table, grateful for the new wealth of knowledge. She hurried home, and began to pack for her trip the next morning. Tomorrow, it’s Appleloosa or bust! I’m gonna go over there and get that rose. That’ll show them I wasn’t just being crazy! They’ll see. Rose laid down in bed, and quickly fell asleep, eager to begin her journey. Day OneIt was the crack of dawn, and Rose was dead asleep, snoring softly in the comfort of her own bed. Her mind was swimming with the image of the desert rose and her expectations of what it looked like. She imagined herself standing in the garden, admiring the beautiful red and white petals shining in the sun as the rose absorbed light. She squealed in excitement as she saw it grow- that is, until it grew past her height...and past the height of her house...and far into the distant sky. She blinked in shock as the giant plant loomed over her. She then noticed that it was slowly starting to rock back and forth...then begin to fall. Rose galloped away as fast as she could, but the shadow only grew larger and larger until- "GAAH!" Rose yelled, sitting up in bed. She frantically looked around the room, trying to regain her bearings. She brought a hoof to her chest, feeling her heart pounding just beneath it. "Calm down, Rose...it was just a dream. I'm sure that no plant can grow that high." Rose brought a hoof to her forehead, wiping off the sweat. "Ugh, I'm all sweaty...I think I'm going to take a bath before I go." Rose then climbed out of bed, moving out of her bedroom and down the hallway towards her bathroom. She entered the shower and turned it on, immediately feeling the heated water make its way through her cream-colored coat, her skin tingling from the pleasant sensations. "Aaaahhh..." Rose sighed, enjoying every moment. So today begins my mission. Today, I leave for Appleloosa to get that rose! She grinned at the thought of returning home with the rose in hand, just to see the shocked look on Daisy and Lily's faces. I've never actually been to Appleloosa before. Maybe I'll spend today and tomorrow just getting a feel for the place. I've heard the ponies that live there are pretty nice, and the town gets a lot of commuters, so they should be fairly welcoming. She shut off the water, and dried off as best she could without puffing out like a dandelion. She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw that she looked as well-composed as ever. "Perfect," she smiled. "Gotta start packing!" Rose hurriedly rushed around her house, gathering things she was going to be needing along the way. "Okay, I've got some books, my bath soap, my mane-brush...what else do I need?" Rose thought about it for a moment. "Well, I don't usually wear clothes...I guess I'll just take my hat." She reached into her closet, retrieving a sun hat she had purchased from Rarity a while back. "Hm. It looks good and it's made to last. Just what I need." Rose then packed the major essentials into her saddlebag, making sure she wasn't forgetting anything. She made her way out the front door, shutting and locking it behind her. "Alright, I just need to go say goodbye to Lily and Daisy before I leave, and I'll be on my way!" She then began to make her way down the street towards Daisy's house. "It's gonna be tough not waking up to the beautiful Ponyville sunrise, but I'll be back soon enough," Rose said to herself. Rose found Daisy and Lily outside in their gardens, the other two mares being morning ponies much like herself. She made her way up to them, and leaned over her usual spot on the fence. "Hey girls. Just thought I'd swing by and see you before I left." Daisy looked up, and smirked. "You're really going through with this," she said, impressed. "I gotta admit. I am kinda proud of you for living up to your promise- you just better be willing to live up to both ends of it." "Same goes for you, Daisy. I don't wanna see any crying when I win," she said in response. "Girls, let's not fight please...Rose, please be careful on your trip. I don't want you to do anything crazy while you're out there!" Lily said, trotting up to Rose. She then threw her forelegs around Rose's neck, squeezing her slightly in an embrace. "I'm going to miss you, Rose. Please come back soon..." Lily's voice cracked as she began to grow emotional. "Aww, don't worry, Lily. I'll be fine. I'll be back before you know it," Rose said as she gently patted Lily on the back. "Sounds about right," Daisy chuckled. "I suspect you'll be back long before the month is up, but hey. Best of luck to you," Daisy said as she made her way over to Rose. Lily broke away from Rose, and allowed Daisy to get closer to her. To Rose's surprise, Daisy did the same thing as Lily, pulling her into a hug. "Be careful out there, alright? I don't want you getting hurt over some dumb bet," she said. "Yeah, I know...just let go before I start to get teary too," Rose said, feeling her heart ache slightly at the thought of leaving her friends behind. "Want to come see me off?" The other two mares nodded, and followed Rose as she made her way to the Ponyville Train Station. Upon arrival, Rose turned to her friends, the massive steam engine's smoke-stack billowing with black smoke as it prepared to leave. "Okay...this is it," she said. "Remember what I said, don't do anything stupid," Daisy said, making a pitiful attempt at trying not to cry. Lily, on the other hoof, was crying quietly into a hoofkerchief, Daisy patting her on the back. "All aboard!" Rose gave her friends one last hug and entered the train, the door shutting loudly behind her. She put her things in the compartment above her seat, and looked out the window, waving to the two other mares as the train began to pull out of the station. She watched as Ponyville began to shrink from view, then sat in her seat. Alright. Let's get this over with so I can get back home! she thought as she got comfortable in her seat. She closed her eyes, and allowed herself a small nap as the train went on its way. A rooster crowed, and Braeburn rolled over in bed. "Not yet... It's still too early..." he muttered as he ignored it. Yet again, the rooster crowed, and he was forced to place his pillow over his head. The rooster, as if frustrated by Braeburn's stubbornness, crowed as hard as it could- outside his window. "Fine! Fine, I'm up," he yelled in return, sitting up in bed. The stallion stretched his limbs, his joints popping loudly as he woke up. He rubbed his eyes with a heavy yawn, looking back at his bed. "I'd love nothin' more than to just climb back in, but I've got work to do..." he sighed as he stood up. He shook his head, bunches of his mane moving away from his face. He grabbed his trademark vest, and put his trademark Stetson on his head. He moved into the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. Let's see...I gotta help Sheriff Silverstar on patrol today, give a hoof to Chief Thunderhooves with some of the apple pies we promised him, then get back to the train station by afternoon to pick up Cousin Mac. Should be a fairly easy day. He spit out the toothpaste, giving a wide smile. "Alright, I'm up and ready to tackle the day!" He hurried over to the front door and pushed it open. "Goooood morning, Aaaaaaappleoosa!" he said cheerily, making his way over to the Sheriff's office. "It's gonna be a great day, I can feel it!" He opened the door, and trotted up to the Sheriff's desk, who was hard at work doing paperwork. "Howdy, Sheriff! Mighty fine mornin', don'tcha think?" The Sheriff, completely engrossed in his work, had forgotten that today was the day that he and Braeburn made their rounds through town. He nearly rocketed out of his seat and through the ceiling when Braeburn greeted him. "B-Braeburn! How many times have I told ya not to surprise me like that? You know my ticker's ain't what it used to be!" "Sorry, Sheriff. Didn't mean to scare ya," Braeburn said. "So, when're we startin' our patrol?" "Give me a little bit, Braeburn. Why not mosey down to Miss Plum's for some breakfast?" "Not a bad idea, Sheriff. I'll be back!" "Take your time son," the Sheriff said as he left. "...How in Equestria does that stallion have so much energy in the mornin'? Celestia knows we'd be in trouble if he got himself some coffee..." It then occurred to the Sheriff that Sugar Plum's Sugar Mill served up the best cup of coffee in all of Appleloosa. "Oh horsefeathers..." Braeburn made his way down towards the Sugar Mill, coming up to the window where the deep purple mare was busy making her first batch of coffee for the day. "Hey there, Miss Plum!" "Howdy, Braeburn. You're all bright n' shiny this mornin'. Ya hungry, sugar?" she asked, her deep blue eyes looking him over as they usually did every time Braeburn came around. Braeburn was a modest stallion, so he'd never admit to the fact that he was actually quite good-looking. "As sure as sugar!" Braeburn laughed, leaning on the counter. "I'll have a cup of coffee and one of your plum danishes," he requested. "Sure thing," she winked as she got to work. "So, what's your schedule for today?" "Well, once I'm done here I'm gonna go back and help the Sheriff on his rounds, then I'm gonna make my way over to the Buffalo Settlement with some pies for the Big Chief, then to the train-station to pick up Cousin Mac," he said. "Well, well. Sounds like you've got a big day ahead. Why not come back here for lunch?" "Sounds like a mighty fine idea! Maybe if Cousin Mac gets here early enough I'll bring him by here. Great guy, Cousin Mac. Real quiet, though." "Oh? Tell me a bit more about this 'Cousin Mac' of your's," she asked, intrigued. "Well, he's a might bit taller than I am, he lives back in Ponyville, and he's just an all-around good guy. Friendly, honest, and one of the most thoughtful ponies I know. He doesn't say much, but he's wiser than any other stallion I've met in my life. He's one of them ponies that when he speak, you listen." "Sounds like an interesting fellow, Braeburn. Bring him by here later, I'd like to meet him," she said as she turned away from him to grab his food. Her deep maroon tail flicked slightly, catching Braeburn's eye. C'mon now, Brae. You're better than this... This ain't how you were raised, he thought, looking away to hide a small blush. "Y'alright, sugar? You seem flushed," Plum asked, playing dumb. So he does like staring at my flank! Maybe I do have a chance after all... "Nothin', just thinking of something a bit embarrassing," he said. He quickly left several bits on the counter and grabbed the bag with his food. "See you later, Miss Plum!" he called out as he hurried off. "Remember to come on back for lunch!" she called after him, then sighing heavily as she leaned on a hoof. "Oblivious as ever..." The day went smoothly from there, Braeburn getting all his tasks done with relative ease. He and the Sheriff carried out another philosophical conversation as they usually did on their rounds. The Chief was exceptionally grateful that this time around he threw in a couple of Granny Smith's apple pies, sent straight from Ponyville via Express Air-Mail. Braeburn thought the mailmare that delivered it was mighty cute, but he was certain she was happily married when all she kept talking about was her 'muffin'. With his tasks for the morning done, Braeburn waited patiently at the train-station, the train now within eyeshot. Rose awoke from her nap when the train began to slow down, pulling into the Appleloosa Central Station. "Wow, did I sleep the whole way here?" Rose asked herself as she stretched. "Well, I did stay up late..." she reasoned as she looked out the window. What she saw was about what she expected- a quaint little Western town on the edge of the Mohayve Desert. "Alright!" Rose grabbed her luggage, and made for the door, stepping off the train. The heated, dry air immediately hit her as she recoiled slightly from the light of the sun, unshielded by clouds. "Welcome to Aaaaaapleloosa!" A loud voice called over the other ponies making their way past her, one of which being Big Macintosh, carrying a large bag on his back. "Huh, I didn't know Big Macintosh was coming to Appleloosa. I would've sat with him," Rose said to herself. "Maybe I'll stick with him for now," she said as she hurried after him. "Big Macintosh! BIG MACINTOSH!" she yelled, trying to get his attention. Big Macintosh turned around at hearing his name called, and gave a small smile. "Mornin', Miss Rose." "Hi there, Big Mac. What brings you to Appleloosa?" "Visiting family. You?" "Just visiting the town. It's my first time here in Appleloosa. Would you mind if I stuck with you for now?" "Nnnope," he said in his usual manner. "Thanks," Rose said as she followed him. "Cousin Mac!" The two ponies turned as Braeburn made his way over to his cousin. "Howdy, Cousin Mac! How've you been, big guy?" "Fine, Braeburn. You?" Mac asked in return, giving his cousin a quick hug. "I've been great, just living life as it comes," Braeburn said cheerily. "Good to know, cousin." Rose raised an eyebrow. This is Big Macintosh's cousin? You can hardly tell they're related aside from the cutie-marks. They act so differently... "Um, Big Mac? I'll leave you alone for now, I don't want to interrupt your family time." "No worries, Miss Rose." "'Miss Rose'?" Braeburn asked quizzically, turning to face who Big Mac was talking to. He looked her over, finding that she was quite the attractive mare, but the confused expression on her face was a bit off-putting. "I'm sorry, Miss! I didn't give you our traditional greeting." Braeburn then cleared his throat. "WELCOME TO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPLELOOSA!" Rose felt her eardrums begging for mercy as Braeburn's voice assaulted them viciously, almost tempted to cover the ear closest to Braeburn. "T-Thanks...I'll just be going then," Rose said, hurrying off. "This is going to be one interesting month..." Day One - "Trouble in Paradise"Braeburn watched the cream-colored pony trot off, rubbing her ear. “Did that come off too strong?” he asked Big Mac. “Strong as an ox,” Big Macintosh said, giving the smaller stallion a small smile. “Yeah, I thought so... So how’s little Apple Bloom doin’ with her studies?” he asked as the two stallions began to walk back towards town. “Doin’ just fine,” he said with a small nod. “That’s great to know,” Braeburn responded. “How’s Cousin AJ? She’s gone n’ found herself a great group of friends. When she came on up to visit we all had a rip-roarin’ good time!” he said with a bright smile. “Y’know, as Cousin AJ’s gotten older, she looks more’n more like Auntie-” he found himself silenced as a big hoof covered his mouth. He looked up at his cousin, seeing a rather stern look on his face. Braeburn looked away, embarrassed with himself. How could he forget that the topic of his aunt and uncle was still a very tender spot in the memories of his cousins? “Right... sorry ‘bout that, Mac... I didn’t mean to...” “Just be careful next time,” Big Mac said, lowering his hoof. “Gotcha...” Braeburn said, taking a deep breath and exhaling heavily. He opened his mouth to speak, but decided maybe it’d be best to let a little time pass before he spoke again. Jeez... what a weirdo that stallion was... Rose thought to herself as she kept walking. Once the ringing in her ear had gone, she stopped for a moment to take in the sights. The faint scent of many different types of wood filled her nose as the dusty air swirled around her. The old buildings had a delightfully rustic appearance to them, and old-fashioned water troughs sat outside some of them. I wonder how often they clean those out... don’t they know ponies can get sick that way? she thought as she trotted past them. The scent of fresh pastries caught her off-guard, and she found herself at the mercy of her sweet-tooth as it lead her towards the pastry shop. Sugar Plum looked up as the bell above her shop’s door rang, catching sight of a cream-colored mare with a hungry look in her eye. A tourist... perfect! “Howdy there, sugar! Welcome to Sugar Plum’s Sugar Mill, where y’all can satisfy that sugar spell with a sweet treat!” she said with a bright smile. “What can I get for ya?” Rose trotted up to the counter, examining all the delicious looking confectionaries under the glass. She had to swallow a few times to prevent herself from drooling all over the glass. “Do you have peach cobbler?” “Do we have peach cobbler? We’ve got a peach cobbler that’ll have you cryin’ for your mama to make some for ya! Finest in all of Appleloosa,” Plum said. “Y’all’ve got a sweet face, so I’ll let you try before you buy,” she said. She retrieved the plate with the cobbler from behind the glass and cut off a small piece for Rose. The moment that the cobbler touched Rose’s tongue, it set her mouth alight with an array of flavors. The peach was fresher than she had ever had, and the crust was light and flaky, but just chewy enough not to get caught in her teeth. “Oh... oh my...” Rose said, feeling her eyes roll back into her head. “This is delectable... how much?” she asked. “Four bits for a slice, twenty for a dozen,” she said sweetly. “I’ll take the dozen,” Rose said, fishing for her bit satchel and placing the twenty bits on the counter. “Thank ya kindly, stranger! I’m so glad ya took a likin’ to my bakin’,” she said with a wink as she charged the total and began to pack the cobblers into a tray. Once she was finished and Rose was seated at a table nearby, she smirked. I normally charge a little less for my baking, but hey, what she don’t know won’t hurt her, she thought as she watched the mare practically inhale two of the cobblers. Plum heard the bell ring again, looking up and smiling as she saw Braeburn walk in, followed by a much larger red stallion. Oh my... “Howdy, Miss Plum! I came back for lunch, and I brought my cousin with me!” he said happily. “Cousin Mac, this is Sugar Plum. She’s the best baker this side’a Appleloosa,” he said, introducing the two. “Much obliged,” Mac said, shaking her hoof. “My my, Braeburn... You never mentioned your cousin was so... big...” Plum said, batting her eyelashes at the large stallion, who raised an eyebrow. “What can I getcha, boys?” “Whatever he suggests,” Mac said astutely. “Good eye, Cousin. I’ll have the usual,” Braeburn said with a smile. “Comin’ right up...” she said, winking at the two stallions before heading into the back to make their meals. The two stallions turned away from the counter, and Macintosh noticed Rose happily stuffing her muzzle with peach cobbler. She then noticed the two stallions coming over to her. “Mehy, Mig Mac!” Rose said, her mouth still full. Peach cobbler rained out of her open mouth, dribbling to the floor and covering parts of Big Macintosh’s face. Braeburn burst out into a fit of laughter, causing Rose’s face to turn a deeper shade of red than her mane. She swallowed what was left of the cobbler in her mouth, quickly grabbing a napkin and helping wipe off Big Macintosh’s face. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to spit on you, I just spoke before I could swallow!” The stallion examined her for a moment, and shook his head with a small smile. “Happens to the best of us,” he said. He then looked at his cousin, who was still laughing, and gave him a swift kick to the hindquarters to shut him up. Braeburn popped up in an instant, composing himself. “Sorry for laughing, Miss...?” “Rose... my name is Rose...” she said flatly, not at all appreciative of being laughed at. “Right. My apologies, Miss Rose. Would it trouble you much if we sat with you while we wait for our lunches?” Braeburn asked. “I guess so...” Rose said, still rather embarrassed with herself. The two stallions sat down across from her, carrying on their conversation of which she had no idea or relation to. After a while, Braeburn looked over, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry, that was mighty impolite. Tell me, Miss Rose- how do y’all know my cousin?” Braeburn asked. “Our carts are right next to each other. He, Applejack and Apple Bloom sell their apples and their baked goods right next to my flower cart,” she answered. “It’s... also how I gained such a sweet tooth for fruit pastries...” she said bashfully. “Nothin’ wrong with that,” Braeburn said. “What brings you way out here to Appleloosa? Have any family here? I know everypony in this here town, so maybe you know somepony I do,” he asked. “No, I don’t have any family here,” Rose answered. “I’m here on a bet,” she said. “Oh? Well, it’s a long way from Ponyville just for a bet,” Braeburn said. “Must be important if you came so far just to settle it.” “Well... it’s a matter of personal pride,” Rose said. “See, I’m looking for this flower,” she said, suddenly very intense and very passionate about what she was about to say. Braeburn mirrored her intensity, hanging on her every word. “What kind of flower?” he asked. “A rare kind of flower- one that doesn’t need water,” she said. “A flower that don’t need water? Now that’s just nutty,” Braeburn said. “You’d think so, now wouldn’t you? Take a look at this!” Rose said, throwing down a piece of parchment. Braeburn picked it up and read it, his eyes widening as it sank in. “Miss Rose, I want you to listen to me very closely. Do not go after this flower,” Braeburn said, suddenly serious. Big Macintosh turned his head to face his cousin, having never heard his cousin speak in such a serious tone. “What? Why? What’s wrong with it? Is it not in season?” Rose asked, concerned. “That’s irrelevant. If you go after this flower, you will die,” Braeburn said. “Excuse me!?” Rose exclaimed. “That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?” she asked, offended. “I don’t think you understand,” Braeburn said. “The thing about it is-” “No, I don’t think you understand! I came all the way out here to find that rose, and that’s exactly what I intend on doing! I’m tired of other ponies thinking that weak, timid little Rose can’t do anything for herself!” she yelled. She collected her things, and stormed out of the bakery without another word. “Wait!” Braeburn called after her, to no avail. He sighed heavily, slumping back down in his chair. Big Mac patted him on the shoulder and gave a small snort. “Mares,” he said simply.
Prologue“I’m telling you, it DOES exist!” “Rose, you’re crazy! There’s no way a flower can exist without needing water.” “Why do you think it’s called the DESERT rose, Daisy? Deserts have NO water!” “Which is why it doesn’t exist.” Rose sighed as she looked at her two friends. Ever since she had read in a fantasy novel that there was a beautiful type of rose that only needed sunlight, Rose had become obsessed with finding it. She was CONVINCED it existed, and was going to add it to her rose garden. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more supportive. The way the novel depicted it was beautiful- it had white petals with rouge rims, and when it blossomed it unfurled to look just like a star...” Rose gushed, stars in her eyes. “Rose, do you have ANY idea how ridiculous that sounds? There is no flower like that!” Daisy yelled. “All you’re doing is setting yourself up for disappointment!” “Ugh, would it kill you to say, ‘Gee Rose, that sounds great! I hope you find what you’re looking for,’ or maybe ‘Wow Rose! That sounds incredible! Why don’t we help you?’ I mean, you two ARE my friends, right?” Rose said, bothered by not receiving even the slightest bit of support. “Of course we are, Rose! We just think that going after some flower you read about in a novel isn’t exactly the best idea.” Daisy said truthfully. Lily trotted up to Rose, and let out a small sigh. “Look Rosie...we don’t want to see you get yourself hurt over something that doesn’t exist,” Lily said, placing a hoof on her shoulder. Rose shrugged her off. “I’m going to prove it to you both. I’m going to find that rose, and I’m going to bring it back here,” Rose then smirked slightly “...and if I do, you have to apologize AND take care of my garden for a month.” Not wanting to back down from a challenge, Daisy stepped forward. “Fine, you’re on. If you come back empty-hooved, you have to admit that you were wrong and you have to take care of BOTH our gardens for the next month,” Daisy said, returning the challenge. “It’s up to you. You can back out now, and we’ll just let this go.” Lily stood by Daisy, a look of concern adorning her face. Daisy then raised a hoof. “So what’s it gonna be?” Rose stared at Daisy’s hoof for a moment, and smirked. “You’re on,” she said, shaking hooves with Daisy. “You have one month.” Daisy said. “If you’re not back with this rose in hoof in one month, you lose, got it? No crying if you fail.” “Gotcha.” With everything said and done, Rose set off to do research. *~*~*~*~* Rose rummaged through every book she had in her house, but couldn’t find a single thing on the desert rose. “Ugh! It shouldn’t be this hard to find something this simple!” A thought crept into her mind. What...what if they were right? What if it DOESN’T exist?! Rose shook her head. No! I can’t give up so soon! I’m going to show those two that the desert rose exists! She began to look through her book-shelves with a renewed vigor. Heh, I can’t wait to see the look of shock on their faces when I bring it back and they’re tending to my garden for a month. This is gonna be great! She stacked up every single volume, document or guide on rose breeding she owned on her coffee table, and sat down. “Time to get reading!” *~*~*~* Rose woke up with a start, realizing she had fallen asleep. She looked out the window, and saw that it was already dusk. “Wow...how long was I out?” She looked at the stack of books and documents to her left- she hadn’t made a dent in the stack. “...I didn’t even make it past the first page...” she muttered, face-hoofing at her own stupidity. “Okay. Time to seriously crack down!” She grabbed the first document, and burned through it, pushing it aside a moment later. Nothing. She grabbed the next document off the stack, and did the same with the document before it. Nothing. This process went on for another two hours, Rose growing more and more frustrated by the moment. “Augh! I’m not finding anything! Oh, what did I get myself into...” She then let out a defeated sigh, and stood up from her table. “Maybe if I go find Daisy and Lily, they’ll let me back out of this deal...” she murmured to herself. She then looked up at the mound of papers and books, feeling even more defeated. “I think I’ve gone through more books than Twilight does on an average-” A thought struck her like a lightning bolt. Twilight! Twilight has an ENTIRE LIBRARY’S worth of information! Maybe she can get me the information I need! I wonder if she’s still open... Rose hurried out of her house, shutting the door and locking it behind her, hurrying off for Ponyville Library. Within minutes, she was at the doorstep. She knocked a few times. “Coming!” A voice said from within. A few moments later, Twilight appeared in the doorway. “Oh, hello Rose. Is there something I can help you with?” “Hi Twilight, and yes there is. Do you mind if I come in?” “Not at all.” Twilight backed up, letting Rose enter. Rose walked in and made her way over to the table resting in the common area of the library. “So what can I help you with, Rose?” “There’s a certain rose I’m trying to find, and I need your help doing so.” “Oh? Which type?” “It’s called the ‘desert rose.’ From what I hear, it doesn’t require water to live, only sunlight.” “Hmm...that does sound familiar. I think I read about it in-” Don’t say novel, don’t say novel, don’t say novel! “-one of those novels...” Of course. Rose groaned inwardly. Twilight then got up from the table, a hoof to her chin, beginning to move towards one of the many bookshelves. “I think I might’ve read about that in a history book...” Twilight immediately climbed one of the ladders, stopping in front of the section labeled “HISTORY.” She perused the titles, and found the one that she remembered. “I think this is the one.” She used her magic to pull it off the shelf, and levitated it down to Rose as she climbed down the ladder. Rose examined the cover. “‘History of Appleloosa: An Appealing Appendix of Astounding Agriculture’...” She read aloud as she touched the cover with a hoof. Twilight moved up next to her, and flipped the cover open. The two pored over the text, flipping page after page until Twilight found something. “Here...it says, ‘The adenium multiflorum, or desert rose, is considered to be a succulent plant, meaning it retains water within itself, requiring only sunlight.’ So it does exist!” “A-HA! I knew it! I already can’t wait to see the looks of shock on their faces!” Rose chuckled evilly, rubbing her hooves together. Twilight looked up. “That’s not all, though. It says here it is indigenous to the outer regions of the Mohayve Desert, right near Appleloosa. The problem is, is that the entire area is completely surrounded by vicious sandstorms, and the only way you can get to it is if you have a coat thick enough to withstand the constantly moving sand.” “Appleloosa, eh? Simple enough. I’ll figure it out. Thanks Twilight!” Rose said as she got up from the table, grateful for the new wealth of knowledge. She hurried home, and began to pack for her trip the next morning. Tomorrow, it’s Appleloosa or bust! I’m gonna go over there and get that rose. That’ll show them I wasn’t just being crazy! They’ll see. Rose laid down in bed, and quickly fell asleep, eager to begin her journey.
Day OneIt was the crack of dawn, and Rose was dead asleep, snoring softly in the comfort of her own bed. Her mind was swimming with the image of the desert rose and her expectations of what it looked like. She imagined herself standing in the garden, admiring the beautiful red and white petals shining in the sun as the rose absorbed light. She squealed in excitement as she saw it grow- that is, until it grew past her height...and past the height of her house...and far into the distant sky. She blinked in shock as the giant plant loomed over her. She then noticed that it was slowly starting to rock back and forth...then begin to fall. Rose galloped away as fast as she could, but the shadow only grew larger and larger until- "GAAH!" Rose yelled, sitting up in bed. She frantically looked around the room, trying to regain her bearings. She brought a hoof to her chest, feeling her heart pounding just beneath it. "Calm down, Rose...it was just a dream. I'm sure that no plant can grow that high." Rose brought a hoof to her forehead, wiping off the sweat. "Ugh, I'm all sweaty...I think I'm going to take a bath before I go." Rose then climbed out of bed, moving out of her bedroom and down the hallway towards her bathroom. She entered the shower and turned it on, immediately feeling the heated water make its way through her cream-colored coat, her skin tingling from the pleasant sensations. "Aaaahhh..." Rose sighed, enjoying every moment. So today begins my mission. Today, I leave for Appleloosa to get that rose! She grinned at the thought of returning home with the rose in hand, just to see the shocked look on Daisy and Lily's faces. I've never actually been to Appleloosa before. Maybe I'll spend today and tomorrow just getting a feel for the place. I've heard the ponies that live there are pretty nice, and the town gets a lot of commuters, so they should be fairly welcoming. She shut off the water, and dried off as best she could without puffing out like a dandelion. She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw that she looked as well-composed as ever. "Perfect," she smiled. "Gotta start packing!" Rose hurriedly rushed around her house, gathering things she was going to be needing along the way. "Okay, I've got some books, my bath soap, my mane-brush...what else do I need?" Rose thought about it for a moment. "Well, I don't usually wear clothes...I guess I'll just take my hat." She reached into her closet, retrieving a sun hat she had purchased from Rarity a while back. "Hm. It looks good and it's made to last. Just what I need." Rose then packed the major essentials into her saddlebag, making sure she wasn't forgetting anything. She made her way out the front door, shutting and locking it behind her. "Alright, I just need to go say goodbye to Lily and Daisy before I leave, and I'll be on my way!" She then began to make her way down the street towards Daisy's house. "It's gonna be tough not waking up to the beautiful Ponyville sunrise, but I'll be back soon enough," Rose said to herself. Rose found Daisy and Lily outside in their gardens, the other two mares being morning ponies much like herself. She made her way up to them, and leaned over her usual spot on the fence. "Hey girls. Just thought I'd swing by and see you before I left." Daisy looked up, and smirked. "You're really going through with this," she said, impressed. "I gotta admit. I am kinda proud of you for living up to your promise- you just better be willing to live up to both ends of it." "Same goes for you, Daisy. I don't wanna see any crying when I win," she said in response. "Girls, let's not fight please...Rose, please be careful on your trip. I don't want you to do anything crazy while you're out there!" Lily said, trotting up to Rose. She then threw her forelegs around Rose's neck, squeezing her slightly in an embrace. "I'm going to miss you, Rose. Please come back soon..." Lily's voice cracked as she began to grow emotional. "Aww, don't worry, Lily. I'll be fine. I'll be back before you know it," Rose said as she gently patted Lily on the back. "Sounds about right," Daisy chuckled. "I suspect you'll be back long before the month is up, but hey. Best of luck to you," Daisy said as she made her way over to Rose. Lily broke away from Rose, and allowed Daisy to get closer to her. To Rose's surprise, Daisy did the same thing as Lily, pulling her into a hug. "Be careful out there, alright? I don't want you getting hurt over some dumb bet," she said. "Yeah, I know...just let go before I start to get teary too," Rose said, feeling her heart ache slightly at the thought of leaving her friends behind. "Want to come see me off?" The other two mares nodded, and followed Rose as she made her way to the Ponyville Train Station. Upon arrival, Rose turned to her friends, the massive steam engine's smoke-stack billowing with black smoke as it prepared to leave. "Okay...this is it," she said. "Remember what I said, don't do anything stupid," Daisy said, making a pitiful attempt at trying not to cry. Lily, on the other hoof, was crying quietly into a hoofkerchief, Daisy patting her on the back. "All aboard!" Rose gave her friends one last hug and entered the train, the door shutting loudly behind her. She put her things in the compartment above her seat, and looked out the window, waving to the two other mares as the train began to pull out of the station. She watched as Ponyville began to shrink from view, then sat in her seat. Alright. Let's get this over with so I can get back home! she thought as she got comfortable in her seat. She closed her eyes, and allowed herself a small nap as the train went on its way. A rooster crowed, and Braeburn rolled over in bed. "Not yet... It's still too early..." he muttered as he ignored it. Yet again, the rooster crowed, and he was forced to place his pillow over his head. The rooster, as if frustrated by Braeburn's stubbornness, crowed as hard as it could- outside his window. "Fine! Fine, I'm up," he yelled in return, sitting up in bed. The stallion stretched his limbs, his joints popping loudly as he woke up. He rubbed his eyes with a heavy yawn, looking back at his bed. "I'd love nothin' more than to just climb back in, but I've got work to do..." he sighed as he stood up. He shook his head, bunches of his mane moving away from his face. He grabbed his trademark vest, and put his trademark Stetson on his head. He moved into the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. Let's see...I gotta help Sheriff Silverstar on patrol today, give a hoof to Chief Thunderhooves with some of the apple pies we promised him, then get back to the train station by afternoon to pick up Cousin Mac. Should be a fairly easy day. He spit out the toothpaste, giving a wide smile. "Alright, I'm up and ready to tackle the day!" He hurried over to the front door and pushed it open. "Goooood morning, Aaaaaaappleoosa!" he said cheerily, making his way over to the Sheriff's office. "It's gonna be a great day, I can feel it!" He opened the door, and trotted up to the Sheriff's desk, who was hard at work doing paperwork. "Howdy, Sheriff! Mighty fine mornin', don'tcha think?" The Sheriff, completely engrossed in his work, had forgotten that today was the day that he and Braeburn made their rounds through town. He nearly rocketed out of his seat and through the ceiling when Braeburn greeted him. "B-Braeburn! How many times have I told ya not to surprise me like that? You know my ticker's ain't what it used to be!" "Sorry, Sheriff. Didn't mean to scare ya," Braeburn said. "So, when're we startin' our patrol?" "Give me a little bit, Braeburn. Why not mosey down to Miss Plum's for some breakfast?" "Not a bad idea, Sheriff. I'll be back!" "Take your time son," the Sheriff said as he left. "...How in Equestria does that stallion have so much energy in the mornin'? Celestia knows we'd be in trouble if he got himself some coffee..." It then occurred to the Sheriff that Sugar Plum's Sugar Mill served up the best cup of coffee in all of Appleloosa. "Oh horsefeathers..." Braeburn made his way down towards the Sugar Mill, coming up to the window where the deep purple mare was busy making her first batch of coffee for the day. "Hey there, Miss Plum!" "Howdy, Braeburn. You're all bright n' shiny this mornin'. Ya hungry, sugar?" she asked, her deep blue eyes looking him over as they usually did every time Braeburn came around. Braeburn was a modest stallion, so he'd never admit to the fact that he was actually quite good-looking. "As sure as sugar!" Braeburn laughed, leaning on the counter. "I'll have a cup of coffee and one of your plum danishes," he requested. "Sure thing," she winked as she got to work. "So, what's your schedule for today?" "Well, once I'm done here I'm gonna go back and help the Sheriff on his rounds, then I'm gonna make my way over to the Buffalo Settlement with some pies for the Big Chief, then to the train-station to pick up Cousin Mac," he said. "Well, well. Sounds like you've got a big day ahead. Why not come back here for lunch?" "Sounds like a mighty fine idea! Maybe if Cousin Mac gets here early enough I'll bring him by here. Great guy, Cousin Mac. Real quiet, though." "Oh? Tell me a bit more about this 'Cousin Mac' of your's," she asked, intrigued. "Well, he's a might bit taller than I am, he lives back in Ponyville, and he's just an all-around good guy. Friendly, honest, and one of the most thoughtful ponies I know. He doesn't say much, but he's wiser than any other stallion I've met in my life. He's one of them ponies that when he speak, you listen." "Sounds like an interesting fellow, Braeburn. Bring him by here later, I'd like to meet him," she said as she turned away from him to grab his food. Her deep maroon tail flicked slightly, catching Braeburn's eye. C'mon now, Brae. You're better than this... This ain't how you were raised, he thought, looking away to hide a small blush. "Y'alright, sugar? You seem flushed," Plum asked, playing dumb. So he does like staring at my flank! Maybe I do have a chance after all... "Nothin', just thinking of something a bit embarrassing," he said. He quickly left several bits on the counter and grabbed the bag with his food. "See you later, Miss Plum!" he called out as he hurried off. "Remember to come on back for lunch!" she called after him, then sighing heavily as she leaned on a hoof. "Oblivious as ever..." The day went smoothly from there, Braeburn getting all his tasks done with relative ease. He and the Sheriff carried out another philosophical conversation as they usually did on their rounds. The Chief was exceptionally grateful that this time around he threw in a couple of Granny Smith's apple pies, sent straight from Ponyville via Express Air-Mail. Braeburn thought the mailmare that delivered it was mighty cute, but he was certain she was happily married when all she kept talking about was her 'muffin'. With his tasks for the morning done, Braeburn waited patiently at the train-station, the train now within eyeshot. Rose awoke from her nap when the train began to slow down, pulling into the Appleloosa Central Station. "Wow, did I sleep the whole way here?" Rose asked herself as she stretched. "Well, I did stay up late..." she reasoned as she looked out the window. What she saw was about what she expected- a quaint little Western town on the edge of the Mohayve Desert. "Alright!" Rose grabbed her luggage, and made for the door, stepping off the train. The heated, dry air immediately hit her as she recoiled slightly from the light of the sun, unshielded by clouds. "Welcome to Aaaaaapleloosa!" A loud voice called over the other ponies making their way past her, one of which being Big Macintosh, carrying a large bag on his back. "Huh, I didn't know Big Macintosh was coming to Appleloosa. I would've sat with him," Rose said to herself. "Maybe I'll stick with him for now," she said as she hurried after him. "Big Macintosh! BIG MACINTOSH!" she yelled, trying to get his attention. Big Macintosh turned around at hearing his name called, and gave a small smile. "Mornin', Miss Rose." "Hi there, Big Mac. What brings you to Appleloosa?" "Visiting family. You?" "Just visiting the town. It's my first time here in Appleloosa. Would you mind if I stuck with you for now?" "Nnnope," he said in his usual manner. "Thanks," Rose said as she followed him. "Cousin Mac!" The two ponies turned as Braeburn made his way over to his cousin. "Howdy, Cousin Mac! How've you been, big guy?" "Fine, Braeburn. You?" Mac asked in return, giving his cousin a quick hug. "I've been great, just living life as it comes," Braeburn said cheerily. "Good to know, cousin." Rose raised an eyebrow. This is Big Macintosh's cousin? You can hardly tell they're related aside from the cutie-marks. They act so differently... "Um, Big Mac? I'll leave you alone for now, I don't want to interrupt your family time." "No worries, Miss Rose." "'Miss Rose'?" Braeburn asked quizzically, turning to face who Big Mac was talking to. He looked her over, finding that she was quite the attractive mare, but the confused expression on her face was a bit off-putting. "I'm sorry, Miss! I didn't give you our traditional greeting." Braeburn then cleared his throat. "WELCOME TO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPLELOOSA!" Rose felt her eardrums begging for mercy as Braeburn's voice assaulted them viciously, almost tempted to cover the ear closest to Braeburn. "T-Thanks...I'll just be going then," Rose said, hurrying off. "This is going to be one interesting month..."
Day One - "Trouble in Paradise"Braeburn watched the cream-colored pony trot off, rubbing her ear. “Did that come off too strong?” he asked Big Mac. “Strong as an ox,” Big Macintosh said, giving the smaller stallion a small smile. “Yeah, I thought so... So how’s little Apple Bloom doin’ with her studies?” he asked as the two stallions began to walk back towards town. “Doin’ just fine,” he said with a small nod. “That’s great to know,” Braeburn responded. “How’s Cousin AJ? She’s gone n’ found herself a great group of friends. When she came on up to visit we all had a rip-roarin’ good time!” he said with a bright smile. “Y’know, as Cousin AJ’s gotten older, she looks more’n more like Auntie-” he found himself silenced as a big hoof covered his mouth. He looked up at his cousin, seeing a rather stern look on his face. Braeburn looked away, embarrassed with himself. How could he forget that the topic of his aunt and uncle was still a very tender spot in the memories of his cousins? “Right... sorry ‘bout that, Mac... I didn’t mean to...” “Just be careful next time,” Big Mac said, lowering his hoof. “Gotcha...” Braeburn said, taking a deep breath and exhaling heavily. He opened his mouth to speak, but decided maybe it’d be best to let a little time pass before he spoke again. Jeez... what a weirdo that stallion was... Rose thought to herself as she kept walking. Once the ringing in her ear had gone, she stopped for a moment to take in the sights. The faint scent of many different types of wood filled her nose as the dusty air swirled around her. The old buildings had a delightfully rustic appearance to them, and old-fashioned water troughs sat outside some of them. I wonder how often they clean those out... don’t they know ponies can get sick that way? she thought as she trotted past them. The scent of fresh pastries caught her off-guard, and she found herself at the mercy of her sweet-tooth as it lead her towards the pastry shop. Sugar Plum looked up as the bell above her shop’s door rang, catching sight of a cream-colored mare with a hungry look in her eye. A tourist... perfect! “Howdy there, sugar! Welcome to Sugar Plum’s Sugar Mill, where y’all can satisfy that sugar spell with a sweet treat!” she said with a bright smile. “What can I get for ya?” Rose trotted up to the counter, examining all the delicious looking confectionaries under the glass. She had to swallow a few times to prevent herself from drooling all over the glass. “Do you have peach cobbler?” “Do we have peach cobbler? We’ve got a peach cobbler that’ll have you cryin’ for your mama to make some for ya! Finest in all of Appleloosa,” Plum said. “Y’all’ve got a sweet face, so I’ll let you try before you buy,” she said. She retrieved the plate with the cobbler from behind the glass and cut off a small piece for Rose. The moment that the cobbler touched Rose’s tongue, it set her mouth alight with an array of flavors. The peach was fresher than she had ever had, and the crust was light and flaky, but just chewy enough not to get caught in her teeth. “Oh... oh my...” Rose said, feeling her eyes roll back into her head. “This is delectable... how much?” she asked. “Four bits for a slice, twenty for a dozen,” she said sweetly. “I’ll take the dozen,” Rose said, fishing for her bit satchel and placing the twenty bits on the counter. “Thank ya kindly, stranger! I’m so glad ya took a likin’ to my bakin’,” she said with a wink as she charged the total and began to pack the cobblers into a tray. Once she was finished and Rose was seated at a table nearby, she smirked. I normally charge a little less for my baking, but hey, what she don’t know won’t hurt her, she thought as she watched the mare practically inhale two of the cobblers. Plum heard the bell ring again, looking up and smiling as she saw Braeburn walk in, followed by a much larger red stallion. Oh my... “Howdy, Miss Plum! I came back for lunch, and I brought my cousin with me!” he said happily. “Cousin Mac, this is Sugar Plum. She’s the best baker this side’a Appleloosa,” he said, introducing the two. “Much obliged,” Mac said, shaking her hoof. “My my, Braeburn... You never mentioned your cousin was so... big...” Plum said, batting her eyelashes at the large stallion, who raised an eyebrow. “What can I getcha, boys?” “Whatever he suggests,” Mac said astutely. “Good eye, Cousin. I’ll have the usual,” Braeburn said with a smile. “Comin’ right up...” she said, winking at the two stallions before heading into the back to make their meals. The two stallions turned away from the counter, and Macintosh noticed Rose happily stuffing her muzzle with peach cobbler. She then noticed the two stallions coming over to her. “Mehy, Mig Mac!” Rose said, her mouth still full. Peach cobbler rained out of her open mouth, dribbling to the floor and covering parts of Big Macintosh’s face. Braeburn burst out into a fit of laughter, causing Rose’s face to turn a deeper shade of red than her mane. She swallowed what was left of the cobbler in her mouth, quickly grabbing a napkin and helping wipe off Big Macintosh’s face. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to spit on you, I just spoke before I could swallow!” The stallion examined her for a moment, and shook his head with a small smile. “Happens to the best of us,” he said. He then looked at his cousin, who was still laughing, and gave him a swift kick to the hindquarters to shut him up. Braeburn popped up in an instant, composing himself. “Sorry for laughing, Miss...?” “Rose... my name is Rose...” she said flatly, not at all appreciative of being laughed at. “Right. My apologies, Miss Rose. Would it trouble you much if we sat with you while we wait for our lunches?” Braeburn asked. “I guess so...” Rose said, still rather embarrassed with herself. The two stallions sat down across from her, carrying on their conversation of which she had no idea or relation to. After a while, Braeburn looked over, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry, that was mighty impolite. Tell me, Miss Rose- how do y’all know my cousin?” Braeburn asked. “Our carts are right next to each other. He, Applejack and Apple Bloom sell their apples and their baked goods right next to my flower cart,” she answered. “It’s... also how I gained such a sweet tooth for fruit pastries...” she said bashfully. “Nothin’ wrong with that,” Braeburn said. “What brings you way out here to Appleloosa? Have any family here? I know everypony in this here town, so maybe you know somepony I do,” he asked. “No, I don’t have any family here,” Rose answered. “I’m here on a bet,” she said. “Oh? Well, it’s a long way from Ponyville just for a bet,” Braeburn said. “Must be important if you came so far just to settle it.” “Well... it’s a matter of personal pride,” Rose said. “See, I’m looking for this flower,” she said, suddenly very intense and very passionate about what she was about to say. Braeburn mirrored her intensity, hanging on her every word. “What kind of flower?” he asked. “A rare kind of flower- one that doesn’t need water,” she said. “A flower that don’t need water? Now that’s just nutty,” Braeburn said. “You’d think so, now wouldn’t you? Take a look at this!” Rose said, throwing down a piece of parchment. Braeburn picked it up and read it, his eyes widening as it sank in. “Miss Rose, I want you to listen to me very closely. Do not go after this flower,” Braeburn said, suddenly serious. Big Macintosh turned his head to face his cousin, having never heard his cousin speak in such a serious tone. “What? Why? What’s wrong with it? Is it not in season?” Rose asked, concerned. “That’s irrelevant. If you go after this flower, you will die,” Braeburn said. “Excuse me!?” Rose exclaimed. “That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?” she asked, offended. “I don’t think you understand,” Braeburn said. “The thing about it is-” “No, I don’t think you understand! I came all the way out here to find that rose, and that’s exactly what I intend on doing! I’m tired of other ponies thinking that weak, timid little Rose can’t do anything for herself!” she yelled. She collected her things, and stormed out of the bakery without another word. “Wait!” Braeburn called after her, to no avail. He sighed heavily, slumping back down in his chair. Big Mac patted him on the shoulder and gave a small snort. “Mares,” he said simply.
