The Many Lives Of Octavia Philharmonica

"I heard that she's part of the Canterlot Mafia."

"What?"

Rarity took a step back, her magic levitating the red glasses off her nose and back around her neck. She blinked.

Rainbow Dash, bringing her hindleg back to scratch at her side like some kind of dog, replied, "I said, 'I heard that she's part of the Canterlot Mafia'." Returning to a normal standing position—or as normal as a pony could be while wearing the utmost ridiculous fashion material around them like a colorful straitjacket—the Pegasus puffed her chest out and waited for Rarity to continue.

Rarity, meanwhile, found herself stuttering and barely sputtering out beginning syllables of words she certainly would have loved to try throwing back. Raising her brow, she prodded her cheek with her tongue and asked, "...who in the wide world of Equestria are you talking about, Rainbow Dash?"

Rainbow groaned, turning her head to glare back at Rarity. "Octavia, duuuuh!" She frowned. Rarity's dumbstruck expression refused to change. Rainbow swiveled about once more, now speaking to the line of mirrors in front of her. "Everypony and their mom knows you've been apologizing to her and making her these... dumb dresses for what happened back at the Gala."

Rarity scoffed, "What we did at the Gala was absolutely dreadful and unprofessional. Excuse me for attempting to apologize to the poor mare–"

"Rarity, that Gala was like two years ago! She's probably over it by now!"

"There is not a single number of apologies that exists that could redeem what we did."

"It was Pinkie's fault, not yours. She's the one who screwed with her concert, trying to dance to that dumb Pony Pokey song. You weren't even around that part of the castle."