Darkice's Notebooks - Family

My Mother was the kindest person in my life. She cared for me and my siblings very much. She loved us all exactly the same but she was confused and more worried with me. I wasn’t a bad foal or a hurtful foal. I was small innocent and carefree… Like most foals about 1 year old give or take a few years… She was a unicorn, she was black coated and had feathers, her hooves were a little cracked but that was always the same with her. Her mane and tail were red with a white stripe through the middle. My Mother’s cutiemark fit her of course, it was 3 flames with a few smaller ones around it, and it was dark red.

She was a fluffy coated mare, originally but that had to be shaved and her mane and tail cut everything had to stay as short as possible. This was because my mother was a fire wielder. She would be the one to go around lighting all candles and fires in the village at night. In the morning however she worked in the family bakery. She enjoyed her jobs and most ponies loved her. She made the best bread and rolls. Her cakes were pretty good as well but my brothers were better… She stopped working in the bakery at about noon. She would then go and meet her friends.

One of these lovely mares was the family’s deliverer her name was Primrose. She was pink coated Pegasus with a pink and while mane and tail. She delivered the bread and cakes to our customers who had ordered that day. Then later in the afternoon she would fly with me to the factories to collect the ingredients to make everything for the next day. We would laugh and joke for a grown mare she sure did have a lot of fun!

My mother’s other best friend was Moonlight; she was just a really good and old friend of my mothers. Mother would tell me of their adventures as fillies. What it was like to go to school. What they did after and everything else. I loved listening to my mother. My other siblings didn’t really care they had their work to do and hobbies. Moonlight was a Pegasus; she had a dark blue coat with a silver mane and tail. This mare lived up to her name she even sprayed glitter in her mane to make it look shimmery. All 3 of these mare where slim and worked out regularly. My mother only had these 2 mostly because of my father being away.

My mother enjoyed her laughs with her friends before coming home to us children. She would cook food and read me a story asking how my day was and that I would find a way to stop my bullies soon.

Once we were all in bed my mother would take about 15 minutes to writing her day in her diary. She kept it hidden from us all but she told me she had it. Apparently it had some incriminating information in it… Still to this day I have no idea what that information was…