Star-Song

Meadow woke up with a beaming smile as she jumped out of bed and grabbed her suitcase. She made up her bed and put her suitcase on the bed. She then walked into the restroom and took a shower. When Meadow was done getting ready she levitated her suitcase with her to the next room. She saw Sweet-Song Ballad walk out of her room holding her suitcase…..and with her cloak on.

Meadow shook her head,

“Mum you don’t need to wear your cloak. Everypony in Canterlot knows what you look like.” She said. Sweet-Song blushed,

“Yes but nopony in Applewood knows what I look like. And I don’t want them to be staring and judging me.” She replied. Meadow sighed,

“Okay.” She said with a shrug. “Oh and you did drop Cream Cake off at the castle right?” Meadow nodded.

“Yep!” She said, Sweet-Song smiled as her and her daughter left the house. She locked the door and her and Meadow made their way to the Canterlot train station. They got on without a hitch and found their seats,

“Are you excited to go to Applewood?” Meadow asked. Sweet-Song shrugged,

“Sorta.” She said.

“Just wait until you get there!” Meadow said, “Your going to love it!” Sweet-Song again shrugged. It took a few hours for the train to get to Applewood. But when it did Meadow was quick to run towards the exit. Sweet-Song followed at a much slower pace once she got off the train. She put her hood on; and stared in wonder at the city in front of her. Unfortulently the joy soon disappeared as Sweet-Song realized Meadow was missing.

The mare began to panic as she looked around for her daughter. She started galloping through the train until she eventually saw Meadow’s tail through the crowds of ponies. Sweet-Song shook realizing how many ponies there we’re; not to mention that Meadow could get lost. She wanted to cry out for Meadow but she felt her mouth clamp shut with all the ponies around. Sweet-Song trotted after her until she bumped into somepony.

She looked up and saw when my eye’s adjusted I looked up. And Sweet-Song saw a very tall unicorn walk into the room. The new mares horn was almost as long as Princess Celestia's. She had a cream strawberry mane that was in a beehive. Her coat was a pale blue, and her ears we're big and fluffy while her eye's we're a dark blue with long eye lashes.

She didn’t have any clothes on. As her cutiemark was a filming camera with a smiling pony face and frowning on top of it. It was the one and only Star-Studded Ovation. Sweet-Song blushed a deep red,

“Oh sorry dearie are you alright?” Star-Studded said.

“I-I’m fine! Sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Sweet-Song rambled,

“It’s quite alright mistakes happen.” Star-Studded replied. As she helped Sweet-Song up, the mare in question was shaking. As she was terrified and nervous around the taller mare.

“Mum! Mum! Where are you?” Meadows voice rang through the crowd, she then busted through and landed right in between the mares.

“There you are! Are you alright?” Meadow asked, Sweet-Song nodded. “And hi Star-Studded!”

“You know her!?” Star-Studded and Sweet-Song said, Meadow laughed.

“Yep!” Both mares had a raised eyebrow,

“How do you know seven year Emmie Award Winning mare Star-Studded Ovation?” Sweet-Song said.

“What she said except the “seven year Emmie Award Winning mare Star-Studded Ovation” part. I thought you we’re an orphan.” Star-Studded said, Meadow and Sweet-Song blushed.

“I met her when me and my friends went after Binkey after he ran away. And Sweet-Song….she adopted me.” Meadow said with a shy grin, Star-Studded smiled.

“That’s sweet! How about we get to know each other more? I know a restaurant close by here.” She offered, Sweet-Song wanted a politely decline. But Meadow spoke before her,

“Sure! You don’t mind do ya mum?” She asked. Meadow and Star-Studded looked at Sweet-Song. The mare blushed and smiled nervously,

“Of course I don’t mind.” She said.

“Wonderful! Let’s go!” Star-Studded said, Sweet-Song gulped as she found it hard to move. Meadow noticed this and walked along beside her. As she used her magic to push her mother along.

The three we’re now at the restaurant “Opening Lights” as Sweet-Song, Star-Studded and Meadow we’re eating their own meals at a booth table. They we’re just finishing up as Meadow walked off for the little fillies room. Leaving Sweet-Song a nervous wreak,

“I have to admit I would’ve taken you as an adoptive mother! I’m so proud of ponies willing to sacrifice a bit of themselves to raise a child!” Star-Studded said cheerfully. Sweet-Song nodded with a nervous grin on her mussle, “So how did you and Meadow meet and what’s your cutiemark? I haven’t see it with that cloak on.” The cloaked mare gulped. Wondering if she could even talk correctly, Star-Studded immediately took notice.

“You alright? You don’t look so good.” She asked, Sweet-Song felt as if her mouth had been through a desert. As blush spread from her cheeks to her mussle,

“I-I’m fine. Ju-Ju-Just ti-tired.” She said. Star-Studded raised an eyebrow,

“Your sure cause it seems to me your lying. Believe me you sound like an amateur actor with stage fright. On stage in front of a stadium of ponies…..with a spot light beaming down on you.” She said. Sweet-Song was about to come up with an excuse until Meadow came back.

“So how are you two getting along?” She said, Sweet-Song put on a more convincing grin. While Star-Studded lowered her suspicious and gave a bubbly grin.

“Just great! You and Sweet-Song here are like two peas in a pod!” She said, Meadow giggled.

“Well I’m glad you two are getting along why don’t we—” She said until, Sweet-Song jumped in.

“But it’s getting late and we still need to find a place to stay and unpack our bags! So we should really be going! Besides we don’t want to be a bother!” She said, Star-Studded again raised an eyebrow. “And my little daisy needs to get plenty of rest. Growing fillies need that after all.” Sweet-Song then paid the bill and quickly got her and Meadow out of the restaurant. Star-Studded ears flickered in curiosity. As a smile grew on her face, ‘If there’s one thing I love more than acting it’s a mystery!’ She thought. She then left a very generous tip and walked her way out of the restaurant.

Meanwhile Sweet-Song was leading Meadow to the nearest (and cleanest) hotel nearby. But as she walked she couldn’t help but think. ‘What is wrong with me?’