Night Night, Sweetie Belle
Night Night, Sweetie Belle
Rarity pulled the hairbrush gently through with her forehooves, the damp strands of her mane sleekly shining in the dimly lit room. Her hair a veritable sea of lavender as the bristles of her maple wood brush proved itself an accomplished tamer of the chaotic purple waves.
She sat on the side edge of her mattress, a contented smile gracing her lips as she mused silently. Her pleasant reverie accompanied by the sublime aroma of a lit scented candle. The air was reminiscent of the sweet smell of rose petals in a royal garden at twilight.
The white unicorn emitted a quiet moan of pleasure. After a busy day of sewing and selling her magnificent fabric creations, there was nothing quite like pampering one's self after a warm bath, simply smoothing her loose violet curls whilst sunk slightly into the cotton-wove softness that was her canopy bed.
The final comb through accomplished, the fashionista set her brush upon the nightstand with a quiet plunk. Leaning in slightly towards the side-table, she took in one last inhaled breath of the flowery fragrance before gently blowing an exhaled breeze towards it, effectively extinguishing the lone, radiant flame. A dancing trail of smokey incense drifted up lazily from the brittle wick, its ash fading from the vibrant glow of a yellow blaze to a quiet cinder gray.
With a stretch and a yawn, Rarity lay down upon her back, easing into her cushy pillow and pulling the thick comforter over her silk clad form. She had opted not to remove her elegant robe, its glossy, light plum texture and cream-like feel too soothing against her coat to willingly discard.
With sleepy, half-lidded sapphire eyes, she emitted about her horn a baby-blue aura, a faint click sounding out as she easily flicked the light switch to the off position with her magic. The room was instantly enveloped in a quiet blue light, which streamed in tranquilly through a lonely window.
Yet, just as the bed's occupant was a mere moment from drifting off into a peaceful slumber, the subtle sound of a creaking door pierced the air, a ray of warm light falling across the lower half of the mattress. Rarity pried her eyes open just a touch, lifting her head sluggishly off the pillow to afford her a better view. Her vision focused upon a dimly lit figure through the crack in the door, a small white unicorn filly with curls of light lilac and pink, stood with a nervous expression playing out on her features barely an inch past the doorway.
Rarity sighed tiredly. "What is it, Sweetie Belle?" the elder sister asked, easing her head back into her cozy pillow.
The young one hesitated for a moment, circling a hoof across the carpet in front her. Her ears fell flat against her body, and she lowered her head slightly, averting her gaze. "Rarity, I... had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?"
The mare's eyelashes flickered, a small smile curving her lips. "Of course, Sweetie." She yawned. "Just as long as you're quiet."
The little foal grinned, slinking into the room and circumventing the bed with nigh-silent hoofsteps, a teddy bear tucked beneath an ivory foreleg. She pushed the bear onto the side opposite Rarity, groaning quietly as she commenced to pull herself up onto the mattress and beneath the covers, the effort ultimately paying off as she managed to swing herself atop the bed in a lump. Her little hooves scrambled beneath the blanket for a bit, moving upwards 'til she put her head down against the pillow with a satisfied smile. She then adjusted the covers, and briefly pulled away from the pillowcase to reach down to the foot of the bed, reclaiming her little stuff bear from before. Satisfied that Mr. Snuggles was once again by her side, she eased into her place, and at last having found a comfortable position, Sweetie Belle yawned softly, her little eyelids fluttering ever so slightly whilst covering her soft green irises. "Thanks, sis," she murmured sleepily.
Rarity smiled, emitting another quiet yawn herself. "Night night, Sweetie Belle."
"Night," the little one replied sweetly.
The two lay silently beside one another, the quiet cool blue hues contrasted by the warmer, brighter shade of the light from the hallway as it fell through the open door. The young filly still had difficulties sleeping with the light off, and as the prism of glow fell away from Rarity's face, she hardly minded it. The minutes ticked by, and it wasn't long before both sisters were slumbering soundly, the only noise remaining that of the almost inaudible breaths of the unicorns as their chests gently rose and fell with sluggishly rhythmic motions.
Hours passed as the ponies slept. The dark night sky sprinkled with twinkling stars gradually fading into a euphoria of vibrant scarlet-orange and vibrant yellow hues. Birds stirred from their places upon distant tree branches, twittering as they awoke to the new day. Traces of the dawn in both sight and in sound slipped discreetly through the fashionista's bedroom window, the elder sister being the first to open her eyes.
Having pulled herself upright to a sit on the bed, Rarity yawned and stretched, much like she had shortly before falling asleep in the first place. She smacked her lips, and turned to look down at the little filly that continued to sleep soundly beside her. She regarded her younger sister with a smile through sleepy eyes before leaning down and kissing Sweetie Belle on the cheek. The foal stirred a little, but did not wake.
Rarity cast aside her own half of the blanket, and slid her lower hooves off the bed 'til they touched the carpet. She paused for a moment, inhaling and then releasing a deep breath before standing up. She looked back over her shoulder at the figure that remained beneath the covers, deciding that her little sister looked too peaceful to wake as of yet. The day being one of leisure, Rarity carefully slid the curtains closed over the window, hiding the room from the morning light. She then continued on her way through the open door, leaving it awide just a crack before proceeding in the direction of the kitchen. By the time Sweetie Belle was up, Rarity would have breakfast ready for the both of them - something that didn't require cooking, of course.
The fashionista smiled to herself. Today, perhaps she and Sweetie would go for a walk in the park, and maybe even visit the ice cream shop - for the young filly's benefit only, of course. After all, little ponies all have to grow up someday, and despite some of her younger sister's more exhausting antics, Rarity was in no hurry for that to happen. The mare's hooves shuffled across the kitchen's tiled floor, the edges of her silky robe skimming against the smooth surface below.
Cereal, she thought, opening a cupboard. I think that'll do nicely.
Author's Note
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