Missing

by Calligraphy Legends

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Mystery, Rarity, Drama
Length: 1109

I heard her, calling for me. I desperately wanted to call out to her, but I couldn't.

When you're alone in a dark and unfamiliar place, listening to someone searching for you and unable to call out them, you remember the importance of those you love and why you love them.

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(Extreme drama ahead.)

Published 2016-08-13 07:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-13 07:50:01 UTC

Story

I hear her, calling out to me. Searching for me, asking where I am.

Where am I, actually? Have I been asleep? For how long? It is so dark here, nobody else is around. I wish I could get up, show her where I am. Call out to her, answer her pleas for me.

I see her trotting back and forth, pausing to inspect a specific spot. Her royal purple curls are practically sparkling in the rays of the sun, shining with an elegance of nobility. Her white coat is as pure as freshly fallen snow. Her crystal eyes are shimmering with a vibrancy of which I have never witnessed in another.

All I want to do is answer her! But I can not. I can not do or say anything. All I can do is sit here, and think about her…

***

I remember the day we first met. I was in the store, then she had come in. She outshone everypony simply by entering a room. Her white coat sparkled in the rays of light from the sun, her royal purple mane and tail were fit for a princess. Her blue eyes were pure, casting joy on whoever looked into them.

I did not think she would notice me. Afterall, I was the plainest one there. I have no frills, no sparkle of light to catch the eye. I am simple, and I was the simplest one around. There is nothing special about me, but she instantly did notice me. She said that I had inspired her, I could not see how. She should have been the muse to every artist in Equestria, in the world. For her beauty was compared to no other. She shone with the radiance of the sun, and the gentleness of the night. Even her voice carried an air of elegance.

I spent the rest of the day with her. Walking around the store, listening to her tell me about her friends. About how they were all preparing to attend the Grand Galloping Gala. An event I had heard vaguely of, but was not exactly sure what it meant. After hearing her go on about it, it sounded absolutely magical.

Once we were finished in the store, we headed out into the town. Going through a few of the small shops, stopping for lunch, and then heading onto the farmers market. I watched in amazement as she showed a beautiful and generous heart to those she met. Treating them with the same level of kindness and respect, no matter size, gender, or species. It was rather refreshing.

She talked about some of her worries and of her work, she was a designer! When I saw her store, I realized just how purely talented she was. Each design was unique and elegant, showing off a personal style for each. While being so obviously her. Each piece held a tiny part of her within it, and it shone beyond any gem laced into the fabric.

I wished I could have spent more time with her, but all good things must come to an end.

***

I had not seen her in a long time. I was not actually sure what she had been up to, I had not heard anything from her in so many years. After that first day, I had seen her a few more times, but that was it. It had not really been quality time, though. However, I enjoyed it none the less.

I got to meet her little sister one day, she was sweet. She had this beautiful voice that sounded like something from a dream. I could not believe somepony so talented had not been discovered yet. She was only there for a little while, then she had to leave so Rarity could get to work.

I got to watch her work! I was able to see how much time and energy went into each design, how she noticed details that nopony else would even think to glance at. And, while most would have left it at good enough, she made sure it was perfect. Sometimes tearing a design back to its basics and starting over. She refused to give anything but her best.

She also believed that if one is to do something, they must do it right! And with a confidence that outshines any doubts a pony may hold about them.

How strange it was to not even know how long ago that had been. I assume it must have been years, for how long could ponies go without seeing each other?

The few times I had helped her, I was so glad to. Watching her pencil glide across the paper, making seemingly random lines that turned into a true work of art. Her blue eyes floated across the fabric selections, lighting up when she found the right one. She would drape it over the mannequin, carefully threading the needle and lacing the fabric. She allowed me to help her with some of the details, said I helped add the finishing touches.

I missed those days, when I would just get to watch her work. Perhaps I could have them again, if only I could get her attention! If only I could say her name! Show her I am not missing, that I am right here!

But I am missing, I am missing because I can not call her name. I am missing because nopony knows where I am. But, most of all, I am missing her.

She suddenly stops calling for me as hoofsteps are heard out of my point of view. I can hear a voice that sounds vaguely familiar, perhaps a friend of hers? A lavender alicorn with deep purple eyes walks into the scene. I hear the pair talk in hushed tones, the alicorn's horn lights up, and those purple eyes are suddenly locked on me.

Twilight Sparkle lit her horn, casting a search spell on the area. She senses the missing object and levitates the desk. Sitting on the floor behind the desk is the spool of ocean blue ribbon Rarity had been searching for.

“Oh, thank you so much darling,” Rarity sighed with relief. “I could not have finished my latest ensemble without it.”

“Not a problem, Rarity,” the lavender alicorn smiled.

The ocean blue ribbon seemed to glitter as Rarity cleaned off the dust, her eyes intent upon making sure it was perfect once more.

Author's Note

This is an idea I have had for a very long time. I've just always thought about how, when you're looking for something, it's probably right there.