The Evictus Series: The Definition of Love.
Sweetie Belle gazed upon a flyer from school. It was made from light pink paper and colorfully drawn ponies were hugging on the front. A large floating red heart stood proudly behind them.
She could hear the soft humming of Rarity in the room over from her. Working on her newest creation at the moment, her eyes glued to the dazzling cream colored dress before her.
She was a mare about details. Anything she created had to be perfect, not a flaw would grace its silken fabric.
For what was beauty?
To her it was the grace and poise of showing off the light that burned within.
Sweetie floated a small pink crayon over to her, snatching it up within her mouth as she tried to create a piece of art of her own.
She was beyond bored and simply wanted something to do. Yet no matter how hard she tried, her focus slowly forced its way over to the flyer.
A nagging question growing deep within her curiosity.
Her hues leaving the half done drawing below her, snapping over to her sister deep in her own reality of creation.
Sweetie knew she wanted to be left alone, but this question burning into her thoughts. It could not wait or it could, but she might just go insane in the process.
“Rarity?” Sweetie entered the room with a sheepish smirk across her lips.
“Hmmm. I said we’d hang out after I was done darling.”
“But.”
“Can it wait at all? Or will the world come to an end if I dare to continue forward?” Rarity flashed a playful smirk over to her little sister as her ocean blue eyes lifted from her work.
“The world won’t end. But I might go insane.” Sweetie giggled cantering sweetly to her sister’s side.
“Ah madness! We can’t have that can we?”
Sweetie softly rolling her eyes playfully.
“So my little pony. What is this question that can’t simply wait?” Rarity asked with a caring and understanding smile.
“What is love? I mean truly?” Sweetie asked with large innocent eyes gazing deeply into the older mare’s soul.
“Oh! Well what do you know so far?”
“Just what a few kids at school think it is.”
“Which was darling?”
“Well Button Mash said that love is when a stallion saves a mare from a castle after he’s dunked a big lizard into lava.” Sweetie scrunched her muzzle up cutely in confusion.
“Ah I see.”
“Today was Heart and Hooves Day. I felt too awkward to ask Ms.Cheerilee, so I decided to maybe ask you.” Sweetie batted her long lashes up to her sister slowly.
Rarity pushed the material she was working on away from her slowly. Her mind racing on how to handle the subject, she didn’t want to confuse the poor dear.
But at the same time, she didn’t wish to corrupt the fragile mind of her little sister. Last thing she needed was her mother flashing her the “Why” face at breakfast for now on.
But Sweetie was a growing filly. One day to be a full grown mare, better she learn the basics from her sister than from anypony else. Besides her sister was very mature and intelligent for her age, she had faith she could handle the information.
Rarity took a slow but deep breath. Calming her nerves as thought over the words ever so carefully. She wanted this to be calm and mature not something that would cause her little sister to want to dig deeper on the subject.
“Darling. Love is when two ponies a mare and a stallion, like each other more than friends.”
“Like becoming Best Friends?”
“No it goes deeper. They have a love for each other’s company, it is a feeling of being wanted and accepted by somepony who you admire.”
“That is so sweet. What next?” Sweetie softly curled up on the floor gazing high to her sister in excitement.
“Ahem. From there they might then decide when the time comes to…” Rarity bit her lower lip as a light pink blush crossed her cheeks.
Eyes falling to a needle and thread, she used her soft glowing magic to lift both up. Ever so gently she slid the tip of the needle through the open hole of the thread in front of Sweetie.
“They sow together?” The child tilted her head to the side in confusion.
“Yes! I mean no!” Rarity sighed and quickly swallowed the growing lump within her throat.
“They decide to become one honey. A stallion and his parts will connect and complete with our own.” Rarity softly lifted both hooves in the air and clicking them together delicately.
Both ponies gazed to each other in silence.
Rarity with a stone faced gaze.
Sweetie looking forward confused, before her eyes lit up brightly and it clicked deep within her mind.
“Oh!” Sweetie batted her lashes in understanding.
“Indeed.” Rarity cleared her throat softly, returning her attention back to her own work.
Sweetie bit her lower lip as she stayed glued in the same place, her small frame showing no signs of moving just yet. Rarity picked up on this quickly as she sighed aloud in slight annoyance.
“Yes Sweetie?”
“What about the other love?”
“Other love?” Rarity narrowed her eyes in confusion on the subject.
“Like the love that Lyra and Bon-Bon share?” Sweetie replied in a soft innocent tone of voice.
“Oh dear Celestia!” Rarity had her cheeks glowing a bright red now from the sudden shift in the conversation.
“I mean dear. That type of love is the Best Friend Type of love…”
“You sure it is not more? I mean you sometimes look at Applejack the same way Lyra looks at…”
“Friends! They are, we are all...just friends!” Rarity glared down to the small filly in growing anger, the child folding her ears back slowly.
“Ok. Well that is all then, thank you so much for the chat!” Sweetie giggled with a sly smirk as she made her way towards the front door.
“Not a problem dear.” Rarity sighed in a fluster as she returned to her work.
The grown mare glad she did not have to explain that type of love to her sister, at least not for today.
Even if it was the most special love, she felt could be shared.
Sweetie walked outside the boutique with a small smirk, a small yellow filly with a bright red mane waiting outside for her quietly.
“Did she act all gushy like AJ did, when you asked the question?” Apple Bloom asked in a excited manner as Sweetie shrugged.
“Not really she just blushed a lot.”
“Well I still say, I should ask AJ to invite you two over for dinner tonight.” Apple Bloom giggled as both fillies walked off down the path together.
“For sure. Nopony should be alone on Hearts and Hooves Day!”
