Sonata Dusk, former lady of constant fanfare, so childish yet not enrolled in daycare. Since the Battle of the Bands, people assume they've lived on a prayer. But truth to spare, they're unaware of the life story she and her sisters share. Though royalty she does not coheir, they have amassed enough to have a lair. In the summer air, summer clothes she did wear. One walk brought something none prepare. She stopped and began to stare.
Why the stare? It's not Fluttershy's stare, but the stare does give people a scare. Her movement did impair, but none can explain her welfare. Some dare sneak a peak at her derriere, but that doesn't change her stare to a glare. Why does she wear the stare? A living nightmare? Perhaps, for Sonata and her sisters have been through events unfair. Today, hell is rare, and it's fine for her to stare at nowhere. Unless someone comes to tear.
One such person, a homeless man with torn clothes to wear, approaches the lady with the blue hair.
"Do you have any change to spare?" He asks, raising his hand in the air. Assuming Sonata doesn't care, the man's teeth bare and his mouth began to swear. But Sonata kept her stare, at where no one does care.
From elsewhere, Pinkie Pie walks over, shoulderbags holding several pieces of cookware. She finds Sonata in her current affair; unlike the others, this was something she does care. From her bag, she pulls and eclair and draws it to Sonata's left nare. Sniffing the air, the treat her lips snare, and her teeth did wear, sending the food to her stomach. A smile on her face, Pinkie Pie bounds to her affairs elsewhere.
The Siren's ears pick up sounds of heavy footwear, getting loud before they stop disturbing the air. A pearl white hand does flare, revealing the user to be a woman with curly hair. Rarity's expression quare, she doesn't understand the truth behind Sonata's stare. In her mind, an idea Rarity decides to share.
"She needs a pampering!" Rarity does declare. From her shoulder bag, Rarity pulls out something for Sonata to wear. A mixture of pinks, greens, and blues give the Siren some flare. To add this, Sonata's hair does Rarity pare. But with shortened hair does nothing to quell Sonata's stare. Her last gift a set of stitchings of mohair, Rarity leaves for business somewhere.
Later, does Sonata sense something on her footwear. Angel Bunny, Fluttershy's hare, stands on the footwear. Wanting attention, the hare furrows a glare. If so declared, Angel can be a bit of a bugbear.
"Angel!" A scream does Fluttershy blare, her expression a scare. Angel Bunny jumps in the air. This little bit of chaos does not stop Sonata's stare, at where no one does care.
Her stare, either blind or aware, sees a crowd of young adults walking through the town square. It was the Crusaders and the Maximals, dressed up for the Renaissance Faire. The youngest of them stops and shares a similar stare. His brother and classmates silently to walk to the multimillionaire. They poke her skin, pull at her hair. But they're not stopping the stare. A furrowed brow they did share and so left, not leaving a care. Sonata stands there, continuing to stare.
Aware or unaware, that is the question that involves headwear on her hair. It is an unusual piece of hardware, a band that snares her hair. Next to her is Sunset Shimmer, a human who is a Canterlot Mare in human wear. Skilled in coding software and constructing hardware, this little experiment should be without err. Information does the machine share; there is nothing wrong with Sonata's head there. Sunset twirls her hair, she will need help from another mare. From dimensions elsewhere, Princess Twilight Sparkle, the mare with a strict doctrinaire, helped participate in this affair. Their work harder than an elaborate game of solitaire, they hope their results are without err. For reasons unknown and unfair, their results are in err. Frustrated, but determined, they take off the headwear and roll the hardware to find anything to repair. Sonata stands there and continues to stare.
The afternoon goes without care, and the heat becomes immeasurable without care. Dampen becomes of Sonata's hair, as is the rest of her wear. The stone she stands is unbearable to her footwear. Yet Sonata does not shrug and continues to stare. But Mother Nature is fair and sends a breeze, cooling the air. A godsend to everyone elsewhere, but the multimillionaire continues to stare.
Rumbling and chugging disturb the air. Thirty seconds after signals the reason behind her stare. A taco truck in a state of disrepair parks in the town square. Inside, the chef, a man whose body shape gives people a scare, prepares his cookware all while cleaning pieces of tinware. The scent seeping into her nares, Sonata's feet does not impair and takes her across the square. The man presents her a taco, the item that breaks her from the stare.
"That'll be six dollars." He asks, his left hand in the air.
Sonata pays the fare and receives her reward for patience beyond compare. Saliva dripping from teeth bare, she goes elsewhere. Across the square, Applejack and Big Mac stood confused while holding a new plowshare. Returning to her elaborate lair, Sonata sits on a chair, the taco she does stare. The scent flowing in her nares, with sharp teeth, does she tear. Crumbs, lettuce, and beef drop everywhere. At a distance, the mansions wait in despair, for the dirtiness of the floor they gave a just repair. In the mansion elsewhere, Aria keeps her glare. For years she had to put up with her affair, it's a surprise her patience hasn't begun to wear.
The evening comes, and cools does the air. Sonata Dusk, her savage hunger turned fair, returns to her bedchamber, shifting the covers and rustling her hair. Across from there, Adagio Dazzle, the eldest coheir, sits in her writing chair. With ink to spare, she writes from a feather of a bird so rare.
"And so ends the affair of Sonata's stare." Adagio stands, ties up her bed wear, and to slumber land she goes there.
Author's Note
Note to self: Have a good plan when doing a rhyming story.
