Chapter#3

Who?
8:42 am

By Mornings Dew

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”. . . Snore.”

I sigh. Of course, she's sleeping. It's not even near the afternoon yet. What did she do last night?

Masterfully balancing on the tiny and fluffy cloud supporting me, I rummage through my saddlebag.

”. . . Snore.”

Oh my goodness. She is exceptionally lazy today.

Jeez, today has been pretty hectic, unfortunately. And with The Stallion, why wasn't she there? Well yes, she seems to have been sleeping then, but she should be working and have cleared the sky by now. Besides, doesn't she like being an ”awesome hero”?

”. . . Snore.”

Needless to say, she missed her chance. She is, undoubtedly, an ”awesome hero”.

”. . . Snore.”

But in reality. . .

I find what I'm looking for: Rainbow Dash’s lucky horseshoe. I grab it, take a deep breath, lift it above my head—

. . . she's just another big dreamer.

—and chuck it to her face.

”Wake up, slacker!”

”YEOW!” Screams the other occupant on this tiny and fluffy cloud.

Rainbow Dash’s eyes fly open in surprise and pain. Her hooves fumble with her lucky horseshoe when she slaps it out her face. In her surprise, she jumps. Her wings aren't flapping in sync with each other, causing her to turn and eventually flip a good number of times.

So imagine a flipping Rainbow Dash juggling a single rusty horseshoe.

”Ow! Hey! What's the big dea-!”

She practically smashed her face onto the cloud. Now, I would have helped her, but I was too busy laughing.

I snort very unladylike and say, ”My goodness! Miss Dash, what trick is that?”

She didn't seem to listen, only repeatedly whispering ”ow” and lying limp on her napping cloud, covering her face.

I can't help but feel a little guilty for what I did, but it wasn't done with malicious intent.

I pat Rainbow Dash on her head, ”Miss Dash, does it hurt much?”

Rainbow’s body flinches and she turns her head to me, ”. . . Huh?” she mumbles.

I smile at her, me merely giving her a moment to process her situation.

Rainbow blinks. She blinks again, and promptly flips over herself to salute at me, ”Ma’am! W-What are you doing here?” Rainbow stutters.

I smile, ”I was going to ask you the same question, but if you insist, I just came to check up on you if that's alright.”

Rainbow Dash, still saluting, replies hurriedly, ”O-oh, well, it's all good here, ma’am!”

I chuckle, ”Calm down, Rainbow. You're not in trouble for slacking off on your job.”

I have to reassure her as a superior, I suppose.

”Really?” Rainbow asks hopefully.

”Really.”

Rainbow breathes a sigh of relief, ”Phew! For a second there I thought I was going to get another strike.”

I rose a brow. ’Another’? Typical Rainbow Dash.

I laugh, ”Sike!”

Rainbow froze, along with her rejoicing.

”Well, you won't get a strike, and you aren't in trouble currently, but I will tell your supervisor to add the same amount of hours on your schedule that you've missed working.”

”Aw man . . .” Rainbow pouts at me, but I am immune, ”Come on! She's going to get mad at me again if you tell her!” She pleads.

I shrug, ”I really am sorry, dear, but it's part of my job. Just like you, I don't want to lose it. Besides, I'm being very generous.”

Rainbow looks away, ”That's cool, I guess. Hey, is this what you slapped me with?” She grabs her lucky horseshoe.

”Try tossing at.”

”Yeah, well, could you not do that again and wake me up a little nicer next time?” Rainbow snaps at me, ”I mean, it's just a rusty horseshoe! Why would you hit me with a rusty horseshoe?” Her voice cracked.

I try not to roll my eyes, ”It’s not just a rusty horseshoe, Rainbow.”

”What?”

”Why was your lucky horseshoe in my home, in an unused cabinet?”

”. . . What?”

”Anyway, did you hear about the robbery today?”

Rainbow blinks, ”Huh? There was a robbery here in Ponyville? This early?”

I nod.

She flaps her wings once, ”Wait! Are they on the run? Did they get away?! Just tell me where they are and I'll catch ’em!”

”No, the stallion is currently with the police. He's in that little secluded jail being questioned if I heard right.”

”You mean the one at the end of Ponyville that we never use?”

”It's the only one near Ponyville, and on a cliff. What do you think?”

”Okay, okay. What does he look like? Were you there? Was there a chase? Did he get beaten? Tell me the good bits!”

I caught my words, and glance at the clock tower, ”Oh shoot! I have to go, Rainbow!”

”What? Come on! You just got here! Tell me what happened!”

I prepare to hop off onto the earth, ”Sorry, Rainbow. I promised Fluttershy that I would meet her in the park at nine-thirty.”

”Agh! I can't sleep now. What am I going to do?”

I turn to her, ”You can actually do your job early for once. . .”

”Wait! I missed practice yesterday because of that meeting about the storm clouds for. . . next month?” Rainbow thought aloud. She opens her wings, ”I gotta go practice for the Wondebolts.”

My eyes widen, ”Rainbow, did you listen to what Miss Fly said at all?”

She shrugs, ”I got the gist of it.”

I sigh. What are we going to do with you, Rainbow Dash?

==

Quietly, I descend from the sky. I land on the grassy field in the park.

I look around, ”This is where we decided to meet if I remember right,” I hit myself on the head, ”Think! She said to look for the dead tree. Tree. . . Tree. . . Where are you?”

I continue to look around for any signs of the dead tree or Fluttershy.

Every few weeks, I would visit Fluttershy to buy some yarn from her, and perhaps sit and have a cup of tea as well as some good conversation. Surprisingly, she drums up a very good business since she has a large amount of experience in making yarn from sheep, goats, and rabbits. Well, from what she has told me. I really need to ask her if she'd teach me, I always forget. Besides, I'm always in the mood to learn something fun.

This little business of hers gives her extra bits, she once told me, but she enjoys making yarns. Over the last few years we became pretty good friends, I believe.

Last week, Fluttershy asked me to come to the Ponyville Park— I know; it's an unoriginal name in a village with an unoriginal name— to tell her how well her birds are doing and if they are ready for their role in the Summer Sun Celebration. Basically, she needs a second opinion.

Bird chirps catch my attention. I glance toward the singing. That should be Fluttershy out there.

Eventually, I reach a couple of bushes blocking my path, and right behind them is the dead tree— at pretty tall one— on a small hill. It's accompanied by many different birds sitting on its live looking branches. Fluttershy is leading the small orchestra and Pinkie Pie is hoping in place, right beside Fluttershy.

. . . Pinkie Pie?

Pushing past the bushes, I trot and stand behind them both, looking up and listening to the birds sing.

I frown lightly when the orchestra of birds reach the end of their song.

”Wow!” Pinkie gaps in awe, ”That was amazing!”

”Oh, you really think so. . ?” Mumbles Fluttershy.

Pinkie suddenly hugs Fluttershy, making Fluttershy squeak, ”I know so! You're doing great!”

I smile, ”Pinkie’s right, Fluttershy.”

”Eep!”

Pinkie gasps in surprise, leaps toward me-, ”Auntie!” -and clings into my neck.

I smile without strain, ”Hello, Pinkie. How are you?” I rub her back soothingly, she always enjoyed that when she was younger.

”Better now that you're here!” Pinkie compliments.

I look at Fluttershy. She's looking at us with a small smile. Delicately, I speak, ”Good morning, Fluttershy. I apologize for being late.”

Worry appeared on her face, ”O-oh No! You aren't late a-at all! If anything it's my fault for coming earlier than what we planned,” She hides behind her mane, ”If you’re a-alright with that. . .”

I chuckle, ”Don't worry about it, Fluttershy. I don't mind.”

”Oh, that’s good, I suppose. . .”

”Hey, Auntie!” Pinkie calls from underneath me.

I look down at Pinkie Pie expectantly, mentally preparing myself for what she wants to tell me, ”Yes, dear?”

Pinkie takes a deep breath, ”Ok so there are two new ponies in town, well one of themisalizardbutanywayI’mthrowingaWelcometoPonyvillepartyforthetwonewponiesinPonyvilleattheGoldenOaksLibrary!”

I blink. That's it? Wow-

”And there will be cakes and cupcakes and punch and streamers and confetti and cupcakes and even more punch!”

I grimace, ”Pinkie. . .”

”There will even be a pinata! Andhotsauce— bahAhAHAHahA!”

”Are you the pony who put hot sauce in my cabinet?” I laugh while tickling her.

Pinkie jumps from my forelegs and lands next to Fluttershy, ”I gotta invite more ponies to the Welcome to Ponyville party at the Golden Oaks Library!”

”Oh,” Fluttershy realises, ”Is that why you’re here. . ?”

”Yeppers, Flutters!”

My eyes widen, ”A Welcome to Ponyville party? Today... to whom?” How dare I ask this question.

”Oh! Some mare named Twilight and her lizard friend!”

Fluttershy perked up, ”She has a lizard?”

Pinkie Pie shrugs, ”A big deformed lizard.”

”Oh. . .”

”Anywho! Bye Fluttershy! Bye Auntie! See you two at seven~!” Pinkie sings, hoping away.

Silence loomed between me and Fluttershy. I turn and look at the clock tower. Nine twenty-three.

I glance at Fluttershy. She seems to be contemplating.

”Hey, Fluttershy?” Her ear twitches, ”Do you have some tea? There is something I would like to ask you.”

Fluttershy mumbles something.

I lean in closer to her, ”What was that, Fluttershy?”

She looks up to look at me in the eyes and whispers, ”Do. . . Do you think Twilight would let me pet her deformed lizard?”

==

For the rest of the morning, Fluttershy and I sat together and spoke about anything, really. Fluttershy planned to be here until six in the afternoon, which is alright with me. I've already bought what was on my list for today.

So what else is better to do than hang out with Fluttershy, right?

Eventually, she continued practicing her birds. A few usually sang off note, and Fluttershy didn't want that to ruin the Princesses grand reveal.

I practically became her coach in the process. I helped her set up a series of motions that tell her birds what verse to sing next, to which she said was very helpful. I'm very glad to help out a friend, as always.

Again, I glance at the clock. Five thirty-four.

”Wow.”

Fluttershy turns to me, ”What is it?”

”I thought today was going to be a long one,” I giggle.

We laugh. Fluttershy looks at her birds, ”I guess you've had fun today?”

”I suppose, but it’s always a nice time with you, Shy.”

She looks away and blushes, ”You're just saying that.”

I place a hoof on her wither and smile, ”I mean it. You're a really good friend,” I look up to the sky, ”How about one last play, and we head off to the party.”

Fluttershy’s eyes widen, ”Oh dear, I almost forgot about that!” She flys toward her birds, ”Okay my little friends, just one more time.”

I sit far behind Fluttershy, awaiting the last performance on my own.

”Now follow me please. A-one a-two, A-one two three—”

”Hello!” Practically yells a voice. And it came from right next to me.

”Ah!” Yelps Fluttershy, alarming all her birds to fly away.

In an instance, my breath audibly hitches from the scare. Startled, I frantically jump away from the voice, holding a wing up on reflex.

I stare at Twilight.

”Oh my! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you all!” Twilight apologizes, ”I’m just here to check up on the music, and it's sounding beautiful.”

My eyes stay glued on Twilight as she shifts her gaze between Fluttershy and I.

I didn't think meeting her would be so terrifying. . .

Fluttershy flutters to the ground and doesn't speak. Neither do I.

Fluttershy drags a forehoof in circles on the ground.

After a few moments, Twilight gives us a nervous smile, still shifting her gaze between us, ”I'm Twilight Sparkle,”— I shiver, —”What are your names?”

”Um, my name is Fluttershy. . .” Fluttershy mumbles quietly. I look at her in surprise.

Twilight steps forward once, completely turning her attention to Fluttershy, ”Im sorry, what was that?”

Fluttershy mumbles incoherently. I assume she’s repeating what she previously said.

Twilight steps forward one more time, ”Didn't quite catch that.”

Fluttershy squeaks.

It's so quiet. So much so, you can hear a bunny hopping mere yards away. One by one, Fluttershy’s birds return to the tree.

I take a deep breath and slowly trot toward Twilight. She turns to me with relief on her face.

I swallow the lump in my throat, ”I'm sorry Miss Sparke, I don't usually act like this. I don't know what came over me.”

Twilight smiles, ”Oh no, it's my fault for scaring you both, and please, just call me Twilight.”

”I. . . right. Yes, of course,” I point at Fluttershy, ”This is Fluttershy. She is. . . very shy.”

Twilight nods, ”I see. Well, um, it looks like your birds are back,”— she points out, gesturing to the tree, —”so I guess everything is in order.”

Fluttershy squeaks again.

”Okay,” Twilight backs up, ”This has been nice. Have a good day.”

I keep my eyes on Twilight. She's. . . alright. Once she stops at a bush, I turn to Fluttershy.

”Are you alright, Shy?”

She nods.

I smile, ”Well, we better get going to the party, or we might be late. We don't want that, do w—”

Suddenly, Fluttershy gasps very loudly, startling me and her own birds this time.

”Flut—”

She was gone.

”A baby dragon!”

What?

”Oh, I've never seen a baby dragon before!”

I blink. She's never seen a baby dragon before? What does that have to do with anything?

”He’s so cute!” Fluttershy coos.

I whip my head around to see a green, two-foot-tall. . . baby dragon.

With a smug face, he crosses his arms and looks at Twilight over his shoulder, ”Well, well, well.”

”Oh my, he talks. I didn't know dragons could talk.”

Well, this is a strange turn of events.

Twilight teleports behind Fluttershy, looking annoyed while dusting herself off.

”That’s just so incredibly wonderful,”— Continues Fluttershy, —”I-I just don't even know what to say!” She rejoices, hovering in the air.

”Well in that case we better be going!” Says Twilight, magically placing the baby dragon on her back.

”Wait! Wait! What's his name?”

The baby dragon raises his left claw, ”I'm Spike.”

I pause. That name triggers something in me. A fond memory.

”Hi, Spike. I'm Fluttershy.”

I follow Twilight.

”Wow, a talking dragon,”— Fluttershy mumbles, —”and what do dragons talk about?”

”Well, what do you want to know?” Spike asks.

Fluttershy— very excited— replied, ”Absolutely everything!”

Twilight groans in annoyance.

”Well. . .” Spike began.

Trotting next to Twilight, I'm easily half a head taller.

”Miss— I mean, Twilight?”

”Yeah?” She didn't bother looking at me.

”I want to apologize for my friend’s behavior,” Twilights eye twitches at ’friend’, ”She and I love learning new things, she especially loves learning about creatures she doesn't know much about. You understand, yes?”

Twilight looks up at me with wide eyes, seemingly just now realizing how tall I am. After a moment she shakes her head, ”I. . . can relate.”

I smile, ”Wonderful. Then you can understand Fluttershy’s excitement.”

Twilight looks away, ”Fitting name.”

My eyes narrow, ”What was that?”

”Nothing, nothing!” She laughs nervously, ”So, I take it you live here?

I chuckle at her attempt to change the topic, but let it go, ”I do. What gave that away?”

”Well, you're wearing a jacket in the middle of summer. I never thought a pony would do such a thing until I came to this place,” Twilight rolls her eyes. Then they widen, ”N-no offense.”

I laugh. I can't help but feel she has a good point on her part, ”None taken, I assure you.”

She smiles, ”You seem to be more. . . normal than everypony else in this secluded town.”

I look at her, ”Normal? You mean sane?”

She blinks, ”Yes.”

I chuckle, ”You're slightly wrong with that.”

”Why?”

”I am still sane, somehow. Yet, I do not like being,” I pause just to grimace, ”normal.” I practically spit.

Twilight looks at me with concern, ”Are you okay?”

I look down on her, ”Twilight,” I firmly start, ”this town has infected me with its silliness over the years. There is always something interesting going on around here. The News, weird magic, strange zebras, devastating destruction, interdimensional gates to other worlds, the occasional monsters from the Everfree Forest getting beaten by Applejack for eating the apple families apples, juicy gossip,” I smile fondly, ”All that good stuff.”

Twilight blinks in absolute confusion and concern, ”W-what did you say?”

I ignore her, ”But other than that, we’re a peaceful town full of interesting ponies.”

”Wait wait- Did you say i-interdimensional ga-”

”I'm glad you didn't come so early, Twilight. We had a small robbery this morning, which rarely happens might I add. I would be rather upset if you saw that ridiculous ruckus.”

”Wait-”

”I heard that you're going to be staying in the Golden Oaks Library, correct?”

”Hold on, what was that about interdi—”

”Poor Dusty Page, nopony saw it coming. . .” I say, saddened.

”I. . . Yes, I'm staying in the library. . . er, what’s your name again?”

”Oh! Where are my manners?” I turn to Twilight and offer a hoof, ”My name is Pure.”

”Pure Joy.”

Author's Note

If you haven't realized it yet. I'm a mediocre writer. No sugarcoating.

Anyway, a came up with a schedule, sorta. I will post almost every day at any time after twelve pm. Sometimes there will be a two to three day gaps before I upload again, but that is something I'm willing to put up with.

I may take some breaks here and there. A week perhaps, and you will know before hand, of course.

Tomorrow, or maybe the day after tomorrow, I'm leaving town. So there is a chance that I will take a ’break’, but I will try not to let that happen, since I'm trying to lift this story to this sites shoulders. I might as well keep pumping out these chapters.

Have a good day my fellow readers!