Fauna of the Heart

Two and a half seconds of Mick Gordon's BFG Division sounded off from Sunset Shimmer's cell phone.

A pair of turquoise eyes blinked. Sunset minimized a browser window full of photographs of race horses paired in aerobic positions. She swiveled her chair away from her personal computer while her gaze fell on her mobile device.

She had received a text message. A text message from Wallflower Blush.

Sunset's heart fluttered slightly. Okay, perhaps a little bit more than “slightly.” The feisty redhead was already grinning with bubbly excitement.

With swift fingers, Sunset swiped the phone off its charger and flipped past the lock screen. Selecting her text app, she read the incoming messages from her beloved verdant-hair'd companionette.

Hey sun butt. Wanna hang out again soon?

A warm hum escaped Sunset's lips. The teenager playfully pivoted left-and-right-and-left-and-right on her desk chair as she typed in a response.

Your noose or mine?

There was a pregnant pause. Sunset's gaze lingered anxiously on the text window. It eventually filled with animated ellipses—which sent the young woman's heart rocketing. It then reached the moon when the dots transformed into a textual response:

Actually, I was thinking we could go see a movie. How do you feel about kaiju films?

Sunset licked the inside of her mouth. A few seconds later, her fingers blurred forth a response:

That sounds great. I can't remember the last time I saw something featuring Godzilla.

Sunset had barely sent the message...

...when Wallflower retorted with a new line of her own.

Yeah. It's been a long road.

Sunset Shimmer blinked in confusion.

Her eyebrow slowly raised as nebulous question marks appeared above her head.

A golden thumb hovered... lingered... then finally came down upon the digital keypad:

A long road?

Wallflower was already prepared with:

Gettin' from there to here.

Sunset Shimmer paled over. Her blood ran cold. Teeth gnashed to the point of creating sparks.

~It's been a long time. But my time is finally here~

“Grrrrrrrrrrr...”

Visibly shaking, Sunset slapped a response with a pair of angry digits:

You and I are donion rings. Don't ever text me again.

~And I will see my dreams come alive at last—~

Sunset Shimmer blocked Wallflower completely from her contact list, deleted the texting app, removed the lithium battery from her phone and finally chucked the device into the nearest waist basket.

“Goddamned crazy greenhouse harpy,” Sunset groaned. Fuming, she pivoted back to her computer and opened it up to horses-on-horses once again. “What was I ever thinking? Looked like a CG Dr. Seuss muppet from day one...”