Chapters Between Winter and Spring
The clock read ten. She sighed as she turned back to organize the shelves for tomorrow. Carefully packed bottles went out of the crate and on to the shelf. Sometimes they clinked together while she worked.
Berry Punch was still stuck on what had happened a couple weeks ago. Not only had Roseluck returned the next morning, but she didn’t seem bothered by it. Somethings not adding up. Who would help somepony for no reason? Her time in Canterlot had taught her that. Something itched in the back of her mind, but she tried to ignore the thought. She can’t be just kind.
The thought somepony would help her without any motives was unnerving. Unnatural. She was so distracted by her own thoughts she didn’t notice one of the bottles slipped from it’s carrier. It landed with a thud on the ground.
She grumbled in irritation as she picked it up and placed the bottle back on the shelf. Her reflection stared back at her through the brown glass. She imagined it was Roseluck.
“Why were you so nice?”
The reflection didn’t respond.
“I mean, you know I’m not a good pony right?” She spat on the ground. “Just a worthless, know-nothing drunk.”
“Couldn’t even follow my own mark.” She stared at her flank. “Just had to be ‘special’ and follow my heart.” She rolled her eyes.
“What’s the point of doing that if it gets shattered in the process?” She laid back against the shelf. “Not that it got me anywhere. Passed college, for what? To sit here and serve drinks all day. Just a lovely waste of time, Berry Punch.”
She reached up and grabbed the bottle again. The liquid inside sloshed around as she idly examined the bottle.
“Cherry Twine Whiskey, huh.”
She turned the bottle to the price tag. Twelve bits. She dug around her work saddlebag and pulled out her tips for the day. Fifty-six bits. She counted out twelve and tucked them away in the day’s earnings portion of her saddlebag.
With the alcohol ‘paid for’, she popped open the cork and took a swig. Sweet with some spice. She perked up. This is really good.
Before she knew it half the bottle was gone. She felt a little buzzed, but not tipsy. That’s for later.
“Hey, am I going to get another drink or what?” A grating voice called out from the front. Her mood instantly soured. Bucking Copper Tail.
She re-corked the bottle and slipped it into her saddlebags before making her way out there.
The bar had a rustic atmosphere to it, something closer to Appleloosia than Ponyville. The radio music kept to the theme. Considering Sour’s from there, it makes sense. Guess he wanted to bring some of home here.
She walked up to the stallion lounging on the bar. Copper Tail. Yellow coated stallion with a copper mane and tail. Berry Punch had to refrain from wrinkling her nose at him. You could at least shower once or twice a year. She supposed she was only slightly better, considering the state of her house, but at least she made an attempt some days. Copper Tail never seemed to try.
“Hey, you finally returned. Why don’t you mix me another drink, filly?”
Berry didn’t give him a response and wordlessly started to create his drink. She rotely put the drink together like a robot on an assembly line. Not once sparing him a glance. Berry Punch knew if she opened her mouth to respond, she wouldn’t stop until she said something nasty. He deserves it, but I want my job more. I’ll be home soon. I’ll be home soon.
She roughly pushed the drink over to him.
He idly traced the rim of the glass.
Please don’t talk.
“So, I haven’t seen you around with anypony, ‘sides that Rose-what-you-call-her mare.” The stallion leered at her. “You wanna come with me after you’re off the clock?” Internally Berry Punch shuddered at the thought. Like I would even if I was into stallions.
Berry Punch wondered what rotten luck she had to have this idiot here while Sour was gone. Sour had a no flirting policy with employees and patrons. When he was here he enforced it mercilessly. So typically Copper wouldn’t even venture to try. Now Sour was sick today, and took the night off early.
Berry Punch took a breath. Try to stay clam and not strangle him.
“You’re not my type.” Berry Punch tried hard to keep her voice neutral. I really need this job. Can’t lose it over this idiot. Before said idiot could say anything, Berry Punch tried to preempt him. “Will that be all? You’ve had enough drinks I think.”
The stallion huffed and rolled his eyes, before flashing what probably thought was a dashing smile. Why tonight? “Come on, not even up to set a date sometime? Not like you have anypony else lining up.”
Berry Punch ground her teeth together. Job be damned. She prepared to give a particularly scalding response before a voice spoke up.
“Copper Tail, why are you bothering her?”
Both ponies looked over.
A light blue unicorn mare had entered the bar. She had a periwinkle and dark blue split mane and tail. An hourglass shaped cutie mark was on her flank.
“Not bothering anypony.”
The mare looked over at Berry Punch.
“She looks bothered by you being here.”
Copper Tail snorted. “Whatever, Minuette. You always this nosy?”
Minuette shrugged. “When some stallion doesn’t take a hint, sure.”
He huffed and pushed bits over the counter. “Here. For the drinks.” He sneered. “No tip.”
With that Copper Tail walked out of the bar.
Berry Punch counted out the bits as Minuette walked up. Exact change. She didn’t care, him leaving was the point. Thank Celestia he’s out of my mane tonight. She looked up at Minuette expectantly.
“Oh, I don’t drink.”
“Then why are you here? Besides to get Copper Tail to leave.” Berry Punch started to clean up the bar while she talked. It’s weird she walked in at the right time.
“Besides the Copper Tail thing, it was to meet you. He’s a creep.” She made a disgusted expression before letting it fall. “That’s how I felt when I heard him talk to you. Just ick. Then I noticed you didn’t have anypony with you. I thought, ‘that’s not right’ and stepped inside.” She smiled. Her cherry demeanor put off Berry Punch. The only other pony she met similar to that was Pinkie Pie, and she didn’t want to think about her.
“Well, thanks. If there’s not anything else I have to wrap up here.”
“Oh, yeah, ‘course.”
Berry Punch cleaned off the counter then organized the stuff under the counter. When she popped back up Minuette was still standing there. Now she was starting to feel unnerved.
“Why are you still here?” Roseluck? Is this somepony she knows? “Are you friends with Roseluck?”
“Yeah! We’ve been friends a long time. She told me about you a couple days ago. She said you were reserved and not to ‘bother you too much’. I told her, ‘It’s fine I know how my limits’. So I, um…” she bit her lip “…just decided to meet you here. All naturally, you know? Then I got distracted tweaking a clock mechanism. It kept drifting every couple days. It’s really fascinating actually! But that’s for another time. Then what do you know four turned to late nine and now I’m here and Copper Tail’s gone. I probably should’ve waited until tomorrow, but I act before my mind catches up sometimes.” She sheepishly rubbed the back of her head.
Berry Punch’s ear twitched. Minuette’s winding story gave her a headache, but she got the details.
“So, Roseluck didn’t send you here?”
Minuette shook her head in confusion. “She doesn’t send me anywhere. Why did you ask?”
“Nothing.” Minuette went out of her way to meet me. Doesn’t make any sense, if she is being genuine that is. “Thank you, again, for Copper Tail.”
Minuette didn’t notice the change in subject. “Not a problem! Friends make everything better.”
“Friends?”
“Yeah, friends. Unless you don’t want to be friends.” She deflated. “That’s fine too.”
Berry Punch bit her lip. First Roseluck, now Minuette. Only a couple weeks apart. Her mind was throwing up alarm bells. Things don’t fit together so easily like this. Am I just being paranoid? She can’t be here, right? I made sure She couldn’t find me. She scrutinized Minuette. Her body language, the look in her eyes, and how she spoke this whole time. Accepting another friendship was a risk. Things could happen out of her control. She gathered all the positives and negatives and made her decision.
Berry Punch stuck her hoof out.
“We can be… friends.”
Minuette perked up immediately.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Minuette shook her hoof vigorously.
“Oh! I just thought I can stay here to help you with Copper most nights. If you need it.”
Berry Punch mulled over the offer.
“Sour, my boss, is here to deal with him most of the time. But the days he isn’t here I’ll consider asking you.”
Minuette smiled. “I’ll do my best.”
Berry Punch managed a smile back.
After Berry Punch closed and locked up the shop Minuette followed along the way home.
“Soooo,” Minuette dragged out the word. “What do you do for fun? Outside of work, I mean.”
“Work isn’t fun.”
“I know tonight was bad, but—”
“No, I mean it’s never fun.”
“Isn’t it your mark?”
“Sure, I guess.”
Minuette quieted down for a moment.
“I think Roseluck told me about that. Sorry, didn’t mean to bring it up.”
“It’s fine.” Berry Punch looked over. “Is there anything Roseluck doesn’t tell you?”
“Not really, besides one thing, but that’s personal.” Minuette smiled. “We’re really good friends. I’ve helped her, and she’s helped me. She’s honestly like a sister to me.” Her smile dimmed. “Which is also why I wanted to meet you. I wasn’t really honest.” She sheepishly looked away. “I mean I trust her judgment, but no pony around here knows you that well. I was a little worried that you might be… not friendly.”
Well that explains the awkward feeling I was having. Can’t blame her for making sure her friend was fine. Berry Punch thought. Guess some ponies around town probably think the same way.
“I mean you’re prickly, and curt, but I don’t think you're a bad pony,” Minuette continued. She’s closer than Roseluck on that. I am a bad pony though. You’ll see it eventually. “You’re just misunderstood. I think if other ponies got to know you, they’d treat you better.”
“That’s a nice sentiment, Minuette.” I doubt it. If anything the opposite is true. The more they know, the less they’d like me. “What do you do for work?”
“Clocks! Fixing and tinkering with them. I can usually tell when something’s wrong with one. Then its an interesting puzzle to figure what the issue is. I know one’s fixed when everything feels right. Sure enough, bam! Clocks ticking again.”
Berry Punch felt more comfortable with the attention shifted off of her. “Do you ever make your own?”
“Sure do! Wooden ones mostly, since I’m still figuring out the metal ones.” She looked up at her horn. “Metal’s harder to mold into gears, but I’ll get the hang of it. It’s a handy little shape spell. Make a blueprint, then focus on the blueprint and your block of material, then cast. Material shapes itself.” She yawned. “Gets a little tiring though.”
Minuette looked over at Berry Punch. “I know I asked earlier, but what do you do for fun? I know it’s not your job now.” Spotlight’s back on me. [ Great.
“Something,” Berry Punch replied.
“Ah, a mystery! Could you just tell me up front? I’m not great at those.” Minuette tilted her head.
Berry Punch stared back at her flatly. Are you fishing for something?
“I mean you don’t have to. I know I can be pushy sometimes. I like knowing what my friends do for hobbies. I get to know you better, and as a bonus it makes birthdays a lot easier.”
She dragged out her mental scale and weighed on whether to tell her anything. On one hoof Minuette had been understanding and nice. On the other all this could be an act to tease this detail out of her to make fun of her. Berry Punch could see her house approaching. She didn’t have to say anything. Just dodge the question, avoid it, or lie. Indecision locked up her thought process. Her parents, and her professor were the only ones who didn’t care about the mismatch between her mark and what she wanted to do. Others made fun of or lectured her. She bit her lip. Don’t use this against me.
“I paint.” Berry Punch mentally put up her defenses, waiting for any hint of mockery.
“That’s cool! So, you’re an artist?” The unexpected response threw her thought process out the window.
“What?”
“You didn’t hear me? That’s weird. Anyway, I said—”
“No I heard you. I… you don’t mind?” Berry Punch said the last part quieter.
“Why would I? I couldn’t draw my way to a stick figure. If anything I’m a little jealous.” Minuette gasped. “You know what, you could help with my clocks! I can make them, you could paint them!” Minuette’s bubbly attitude increased as she spoke. “My clocks would look so much better than the basic colors I’ve been using! We could collaborate on designs—oh!—and Roseluck could help with her flowers. It’d be like an artistic collaboration! What’d you think?”
Berry Punch had barely followed what was being said. The first sentence was all she could think about, ‘Why would I?’. This is too good to be true. First Roseluck than this. I need to get back to normal quickly. She felt like a caged animal. The situation was too abnormal to her.
“Look, sounds great, but we're at my house. I’m tired.”
Minuette nodded. “I’m a little sleepy myself. I’ll see you around!” Minuette waved before heading back the way they came.
She entered her home and took off her work outfit and tossed it on the dirty pile by the door. She dug into her saddle bag and pulled out the bottle of whiskey. She popped off the cork, tossed into a random pile, before she started to drinkl. She pushed off random papers from her couch before she took a seat. She leaned back into the couch cushions. The sweet and spicy taste of the whiskey settled her right back into her normal.
She let her worries and fear swirl away into the amber liquid. Once the bottle was gone, she pulled out another from nearby. Plain whiskey. Not as good as the cherry stuff, but the aftertaste’s nice and warm.
While she lingered in her numb buzz, her eyes glanced over at a door by the stairs to her room. Paint cans and bottles were haphazardly stacked in front of it. Not that I want to go in there anyway. Some part of her knew it was a lie. Her ear twitched. I could try… She turned back to the bottle and didn’t look back.
The lie was easier to live with.
Author's Note
Sorry for the double notification (if you got one)! There was something wrong with the chapter post date. This won't be happen again going forwards.
A shorter chapter to set up more for later. The next chapter should come out soon-ish as well, but I'm not sure exactly. If you catch any miss-spellings, or grammar mistakes please point them out! Thank you for reading!
Between Winter and Spring
Burnt eggs and toast filled the air. Plates clattered as Berry Punch sifted through the pile to look for a clean one. She recoiled as her hoof made contact with a mushy substance. A moldy lump had grown on the plate she touched. Her hoof pushed the plate aside and fished out a cleaner plate.
She eyed the plate’s surface. Seems clean enough. I’ll do the dishes later. Her ear flickered. Maybe.
The pan flipped over in her grasp and the charcoal contents landed onto the plate. She slid the well done toast out of the toaster and slathered butter over it.
Items clattered off the table as she made room for her measly meal. Three glasses of alcoholic finished the assembled late breakfast. Her eyes glanced at the clock. More like lunch. She dug into the wholly unsatisfying meal at a steady pace with drinks of alcohol to drown it in.
Her curtains were drawn, so the dining room table was awkwardly lit by one crystal light from the kitchen. The dim atmosphere didn’t matter much to her. She felt safe by the embrace of the closed off windows, even if they suffocated her too.
Something bugged her, something important. She couldn’t place why, but something felt wrong. Berry Punch shook her head. I’ll remember when I remember.
She went back to her food, and finished up the meal. Her stomach wasn’t full, but wouldn’t complain about a lack of food. Better than nothing like yesterday.
She set her now dirty plate on the crowded counter and walked into the living room.
Small paint cans were scattered and piled up haphazardly throughout the room. Some had their lids popped off and spilled onto the floor. This left multi-colored splotches of dried paint across the floor. Trash and other objects were spread through the room as well, some of it being shoved behind the couch. A wooden recreation of Manehatten was sitting precariously on the couch’s right arm. As Berry Punch sat down the object fell off onto its side and rolled under the couch. She didn’t notice it.
She popped the cap off the bottle on the table. She had picked up more cherry whiskey on her way home from work yesterday for her day off. The other two bottles were by her bed upstairs.
One glass.
Two glasses.
Three glasses.
The mare settled into a warm haze. She didn’t leave much space between drinks. She laid back as her eyes wandered the room. Twice they flicked over the clock.
12:30 than 1:00.
Time passed like sludge then suddenly rushed forwards. Berry Punch found the effect hard to think about. Then again thinking wasn’t what she wanted to do anyway. A stack of letters toppled over by the door. Who knew how many were in the stack, Berry Punch didn’t know, but she did know who they were from.
Flickers of guilt. She wondered how her parents found her address since she didn’t tell them. Every time she worked up the courage to try to send something back it was squashed by her own doubts. By this point, she didn’t have the will to even read them. I hope they’re doing alright.
Her gaze moved to the clock again. What’s bugging me so much? She furrowed her brows. Something about time? Am I missing something? I didn’t have anything planned… I didn’t, but Roseluck did! Celestia dammit! I promised Roseluck I’d be at her house at noon today. The clock read 1:30.She rushed off the couch and dropped her glass which spilled the remaining liquid onto the floor. Whatever, just another stain.
She entered the bathroom and found her brush. Then she struggled to get her tangled mane and tail under control before she gave up and focused on flattening out stray hairs out instead. Not enough time for this, we’ll just have to go looking like this. Berry Punch knew she looked terrible. My breath probably smells like alcohol too. She dug around her kitchen counters until she found a box of mints. She popped two into her mouth just to be safe.
She rushed out the door and made her way to Roseluck’s house. I don’t really have an excuse either. She lives next door. Internally Berry Punch was nervous and worried. She didn’t know how Roseluck would react. This was the first time somepony invited her for anything after her welcome party.
The front of Roseluck’s house was a well kept garden tucked on each side of the stairs. True to form an array of different colored roses grew from the beds. Some of which Berry Punch hadn’t seen before. She walked on to the white colored porch.
Nervously she knocked on the door and waited. I hope she’s not too mad. I should’ve kept better track of time.
“One moment!”
Berry Punch could hear movement as Roseluck approached the door. Then the door swung inwards, and Roseluck peeked out with surprise on her face.
“I thought you didn’t want to come over.” Roseluck smiled and opened the door wider. “I’m glad you came anyway. Come on in, I can get some more tea ready. The one I prepared earlier is all cold now.”
Roseluck’s house was neat and uncluttered. Pictures of family and friends lined the walls. Flower plants sat in pots on the corner tables throughout the living room. A record player sat opposite from the couch. A nearby shelf had records organized by genre. The atmosphere was calm and relaxed. Even Berry Punch felt herself settle down just a tiny bit as she examined the pictures on the walls. Roseluck left Berry Punch alone while she prepared the tea.
Berry Punch eyed the records. She didn’t recognize all of the bands, but some of them she could. Genre wise they stuck around indie and pop. She then looked over the pictures on the walls.
As she glanced over them she found one she didn’t recognize. A pink, yellow maned mare with a small smile on her face. I’ve never seen her around town. She hesitated as she moved to grab the picture. This isn’t my house. Some part of her wanted to know who this mare was. Roseluck didn’t seem like the type to put random pictures in her house. Her curiosity won out as she reached up and took the picture off the wall to look for a name. A piece of paper slipped out from the frame and fell to the floor. Putting the picture on the table Berry Punch picked up the paper.
I’m sorry Roseluck. I can’t stay here anymore.
The paper was stained with tears, and the words faded with age. A pit formed in her stomach. Berry Punch immediately regretted reading the note and tried her best to carefully tuck it back into the frame before she hung the picture back up.
Couldn’t keep my hooves off her things for one minute while she was gone. Berry Punch started to nervously pace. I have to tell her. Or maybe not? It’d be easier not to. That’s selfish. I’ve already messed up by being late today, now I’m being nosy. What do I even say? Her thoughts raced, indecisive. She didn’t notice when Roseluck returned to the room.
“Hey, are you okay?” Roseluck set down two filled cups of tea.
Berry punch froze. Just tell her.
“I… I’m just sorry I was late today.” Dammit.
“It’s okay, I know your sleep schedule is different.”
That’s a generous interpretation.
“Thank you for inviting me over, I don’t get that much.” Or at all. The thought pricked at her paranoia. If you’re being genuine.
“We’re friends, I like to think that’s normal.” Roseluck smiled. “This is a special blend.” She motioned to Berry Punch’s cup. Berry Punch waited for Roseluck to take a sip of her own, before she grabbed her own cup.
Berry Punch took a small sip and was met with something sweet and spicy with an unfamiliar aftertaste. At first Berry Punch didn’t know if she liked it, but with each follow up sip the taste grew on her. Not the same as alcohol. She felt slightly uplifted and energized.
“Where did you get this?” Berry Punch asked.
“Nowhere, I made it.” Roseluck beamed before she sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. “I learned the recipe from Zecora. We talk about rare flowers sometimes, and I also buy some exotic ones from her when I can. This brew has Roaming Mound Flower extract in it.” Roseluck’s eyes lit up as she talked. “It’s an energizer like coffee, but without the downsides. Zecora cultivates a few at her home, and I buy some extract from her when I can. It’s hard to catch them since they move around a lot, so I can’t make the tea as often as I’d like. So I save it for friends and family. Do you like it?”
“I do. A lot.” She stared down at her empty cup. Do I tell her now? Her discomfort grew every minute she kept it inside. Before she could work up the courage to talk, Roseluck spoke.
“You know, Minuette told me you paint.”
“What?” Berry Punch’s thought process derailed. I guess they are good friends. Parts of her chastised her nativity. Why’d you tell Minuette that? Now Roseluck knows too. Who else knows by now? Her ear twitched.
“She said you paint.”
Berry Punch idly traced the rim of her teacup. This is not the topic I was expecting. At least it’s a distraction from what I wanted to say.
“I do.” Used to. Not much point in doing it anymore. She looked to the floor. “How do you feel about that?”
“Feel?” Roseluck’s confused voice dragged her gaze up from the floor. “I think its interesting. I don’t really have any feelings on the matter.” Guess I slipped back into some old habits. She always made me ask Her that. She tried to keep the discomfort from showing on her face.
“Not a lot of other ponies do. Or if they do it’s because they…” want something from me. “They aren’t being genuine.”
“Oh.” Roseluck set her cup down. “I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I’m being myself if that makes sense. You don’t have to trust me right away.” Her smile faltered. “I can tell you don’t, but I hope one day I can earn it.”
It was hard for her to read Roseluck’s expression. Berry Punch’s mind twisted normal smiles into guile, and laughter into mockery. So far you’ve been nice. Kind even. Isn’t it how that starts? Reel you in with kindness then trap you in an emotional cage. Despite her doubt she decided to take another mental step towards trust.
She hadn’t had anypony as a friend for three years. Outside the context of her job she didn’t talk to anypony. As much as she hated to admit it she was starved for any kind of social contact. Her mind wanted to reach out, but at her own pace.
“I’m sorry, it’s just how I am.”
“You don’t have to apologize for being yourself.” Roseluck tilted her head in uncertainty. “What do you paint?”
“Watercolor paintings. Mostly of environments and the ponies in them.” My last painting wasn’t either of those. Then again mental breakdowns aren’t a great time to paint. “I tried to capture feelings through them.” Nothing statement. Maybe I’ll tell her more later.
Roseluck seemed to catch the terseness of the response and switched subjects.
“It’s a little stuffy in here, don’t you think? It’s nicer out in the backyard, and I can show you some flowers.”
Berry Punch agreed and the two exited the house.
The backyard garden put the front one to shame. Bushes lined the edges of the lawn, they served as a border. Flowers grew on either side of the back steps, and extended out into winding flower beds to the rest of the lawn. Curvy stone paths winded around them.
A variety of flowers with strange shapes and colors sprouted up from the ground. Red, pink, blue, purple, gray, and black colored flowers. Most had mixed colors.
Roseluck showed her around.
“These are Fire Daisies, they’re scattered around here, but they’re inactive right now. They melt snow in the colder months before it lands.” Roseluck gestured to the flowers lining the stone paths. “Lamp Light flowers, they glow the same color as their petals at night. It helps when I need to tend to things when the sun sets earlier. Oh, and those are…”
Berry Punch tried her best to keep up with Roseluck’s passion, but the thought of note nagged her. There was no longer any topic that could keep her thought process from being stopped.
On one hoof her garden was beautiful. Clearly a lot of effort and time had been put into it. On the other she couldn’t enjoy just being around her with the constant distraction in her head. What if she takes the note out regularly? And what if I put it back wrong? She’ll notice, and then the situation will be worse! It was harder to control her breathing as her thoughts started to race at the likely bad outcome. But it all came to a stop when Roseluck asked a direct question and snapped her out of it.
“Are you okay? Your breathing doesn’t seem right.”
“I’m sorry,” Berry Punch blurted out.
“...For what?” Roseluck asked, confused.
“I saw a picture I didn’t recognize on your wall, well, I mean the pony. I didn’t recognize the pony,” Berry Punch stuttered. Come on keep it together! “When I took it off the wall to look for a name a note fell out. I read it. I shouldn’t of and I’m sorry.” Berry Punch looked down at the ground. “Sorry.”
She had let her nerves get the better of her. No control. Now I sound like a stuttering idiot.
Roseluck didn’t respond. Leaves swayed in the summer breeze. The longer the silence went on the worse Berry Punch felt, and the more she felt she should leave. Before Berry Punch could come to any other conclusions, Roseluck spoke up, her voice held a sad wistful tone.
“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”
Berry Punch felt uneasy at the response. It was unexpected. Where was the anger? Where was the accusations? Is she acting? Berry Punch didn’t know, but Roseluck sounded sincere. Another part of her felt relief, but she tried not to lean into it in case it was false.
Roseluck stared at a far point in the garden. A lone white lily flower sat in it’s own flower bed.
The two mares sat in the quiet garden for a moment. Flowers swayed in their beds around them, and tree branches reached down in a comforting gesture. Sunlight shined through the leaves and cast spots of light on the ground.
“Lily was my sister.” Roseluck sighed. “She... left one day, leaving only that note behind. This was her part of the garden.” Roseluck gestured to the lone flower. “It's silly, but I keep it the same in case she ever comes back. Even if I know she won’t.” Roseluck had a pained expression on her face. “She… struggled with a lot, and it was too much for her, so she... left.” A wistful smile crept onto Roseluck’s face.
“She always had a knack for making ponies smile,” Roseluck said. “Even on her bad days. She was able to handle the grumpy and picky customers with ease. It was hard for her to smile genuinely, but she tried her best. Now it’s just me, and Mom and Dad. Daisy found her calling somewhere else.” Roseluck shook her head. “Sorry for unloading that onto you. I trust you, and didn’t want you worrying about the note you found.” Roseluck smiled. “How about your family? Have you talked to them recently?”
Berry Punch didn’t know what to say, her expectations for how the conversation was going to go crumbled to ash. Roseluck had opened up to her. She shared a personal memory, and didn’t seem too bothered by it.
Berry Punch felt like she had to return the favor. Make the exchange of information equal. She trusted me enough to tell me something personal. I can do the same, right? Do I trust her enough? Berry Punch bit her lip as she made her decision. Please don’t use this against me.”
“Not for four years or so.” Genuine surprise crossed Roseluck’s face.
“Is this a bad topic for you?” Roseluck asked.
“Yes and no. It’s my fault, really.” Berry Punch weighed on how much detail to share. “I didn’t have the best time in college. I met…” Berry Punch stopped herself. Even after all this time, she didn’t want to say Her name out loud. It felt wrong to say, and brought back a host of unpleasant memories. “It wasn’t a great time in my life. I just stopped sending letters after my experience. Didn’t feel like I was worth the trouble.”
Roseluck put a hoof on her withers. Berry Punch almost leaned away at the contact, but allowed the comforting gesture to stay. Roseluck seemed to consider her words carefully.
“You know, you could visit them?” Roseluck’s uncertain tone unintentionally turned the statement into a question.
Berry Punch looked over Roseluck for an ounce of pity, but only found a genuine look in her green eyes. Writing a letter is hard enough, but seeing them? Berry Punch could already imagine the looks of disappointment on their faces. ‘Sorry, Mom and Dad I ignored you for four years because I couldn’t deal with my own issues like a grown mare, but I’m back now!’ Berry Punch internally groaned at the thought. You’re staring at Roseluck. That particular thought knocked Berry Punch back to her senses.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”
“Just go at your own pace. If you need any support I can go along with you whenever or if you decide to go, if that makes it easier for you.”
Berry Punch didn’t respond. She didn’t know how to.
Author's Note
Thanks for reading!
Between Winter and Spring
Summer: Summer Sun Celebration
2:30. The clock hands sluggishly marched around the circle. Each second trudgingly passed into the next. The bar buzzed with activity. Ponies milled about with their friends and family. Not as much alcohol flowed today. Sour Whiskey insisted on less when celebrations rolled around. He preferred to make sales on food and non-alcoholic drinks during special days. Berry Punch wasn't entirely sure what his reasoning was, but if she had to guess he preferred a family oriented atmosphere around this time of year.
She didn't mind either way. Most ponies still were cold around her, and only talked to her for services. She returned the favor and stayed professional. A few seemed more tentative and uncertain. Guess Minuette knows a lot of ponies. I hope she hasn't said anything too revealing. Some part of her still didn't trust the mare. Another part thought she should try to reach out. She decided to stay reserved. What about Roseluck?
Isn't that the question of the hour. Ever since her visit, Berry Punch had warmed up to her. Berry Punch's uncertainty only stemmed from whether she should have told her anything at all. She wasn't sure what Roseluck would do with the information. The sincere honesty with which Roseluck told Berry Punch about her sister left her doubts in limbo. It was unexpected and strange. Berry Punch couldn't find an angle the information could be used for. Sympathy maybe? Was it true? She shook the thought away. I don't think she was lying. I don't know.
"Hey, Berry Punch!" A lighthearted voice derailed her thoughts. "Still at work? The celebration starts in a couple hours."
"Minuette, I don't have the day off today."
The blue mare frowned. "Aw, what? Why didn't you ask for the day off? It'll be me, you, and Roseluck today."
Berry Punch opened her mouth to reply, but stopped herself. What's the point if I have no pony to enjoy the celebration with? The reply didn't seem right with Minuette there. She tried to think of some viable excuse, but nothing came to mind so she defaulted to work.
"I can't ask for the day off now."
"Why not?" Two voices said at once. One belonged to Minuette, and the other to Sour Whiskey.
She turned to the light brown coated stallion.
"Um, I'm already here?"
He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I know." He inclined to Minuette. "What I didn't know was you had friends. Why turn them down?"
Berry Punch was under the spotlight, and she bit her lip.
"I, uh..."
"Look, you've worked here a while. You've taken no holiday off since you got here. That ain't healthy." Before Berry Punch could protest he continued. "Now I see you do have friends, or you do now leastways."
"Don't you need help?"
He chuckled.
"Sometimes, yep. Now, not so much. Take the rest of the day off paid, and tomorrow too. I can handle it. Besides this Summer Sun Celebration is going to be special. Three princesses will be in attendance. Don't miss it in here."
Berry Punch felt conflicted. Sour was the only one who treated her normally. He didn't pry into her life or nitpick her work. She didn't like the work, but she did like her boss. That was the only reason it was tolerable in the end. He almost reminded her of her dad, except more forward and direct.
Berry Punch deposited the earnings for the day so far in the till, and waved goodbye as she followed Minuette out. Sour acknowledged her with a nod before he got to work.
"He seems nice."
"Sour's usually more grumpy," Berry Punch admitted.
The pair passed by the square where the celebrations were being set up. Sun and moon banners were being set up alongside all sorts of sun and moon iconography. Berry Punch increased her pace when she noticed Pinkie Pie.
"He didn't seem all that grumpy earlier."
"He's not usually like that." Berry Punch flicked her ear. "I'm not sure why."
"Seems like another friend." Minuette smiled.
"He's not my friend."
"Friendly acquaintance then?" Minuette suggested.
Berry Punch mulled over the term. I guess that fits. I don't know much about him, but he's amicable enough. The line of questioning pricked her paranoia. Fishing for information?
"Yeah, I guess. Why are you asking?"
"Oh, I don't know much about Sour Whiskey. He's kind of a mystery." Minette's face scrunched up. "That and his clock needs tuning. It'll start drifting soon if I don't tweak it. I've tried to ask him about it, but it's really difficult. He's good at getting around town without being seen. Catching up with him when I do see him doesn't work either. I think he's half deaf since he can't hear me shouting, 'Hey, I need to talk to you!'"
Berry Punch decided it best not to tell her Sour's hearing worked fine. She did crack a small smile at hearing Sour acted similarly outside work as he did during.
"Oh, hey! I made you smile!" Minuette did a celebratory hoof pump. "I was wondering how long it would take."
She was taken aback at the sudden topic shift. When was the last time I smiled genuinely? Berry Punch found she couldn't remember. Minuette seemed to have a habit of suddenly pointing something out. Berry Punch couldn't tell if she was deliberately shifting topics or if her brain just jumped from topic to topic normally.
"I... smile sometimes."
Minuette bumped her in a friendly manner. "Really? I haven't seen you smile until now."
Berry Punch didn't respond at first. The sudden physical contact caused her to flinch away.
"Don't do that!"
Minuette, surprised, bit her lip in uncertainty.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't get close to me like that," she clarified. Berry Punch eyed her movements carefully in case she tried to get closer. Minuette didn't move, and she looked concerned.
"I'm sorry." A pause. "I can keep my distance if that makes you comfortable."
The concession eased some of Berry Punch's nerves.
She nodded and the two continued the walk to Berry Punch's home. Minuette maintained a healthy distance, even if the suspicions in Berry Punch's mind caused her to look over every now and again.
"I don't think I've been to your house before. Roseluck said you're neighbors. What's it look like?" Minuette asked the question tentatively.
"Not great." Berry Punch opted for the honest route. She'll see it soon enough. "The yard's a mess."
"I've been there before. Roseluck helped me fix it up. I still have to ask for tips on maintenance every now and again." Berry Punch doubted it was as bad as her yard. "Sometimes I still forget to fix it up, and, well, I have to ask for help again." She looked away sheepishly. "I don't think it'll be that..."
Berry Punch's house came into view, and by extension her yard.
Bushes, which were supposed to mark the edges of the house had consumed much beyond it. The lawn was a veritable jungle, tall grass grew alongside various plants and some flowers. Circular stones set as a path to the porch served as islands in the grassy sea. Moss grew over the gray surfaces.
"Oh." Minuette looked over the lawn. "I mean, this is fixable."
Berry Punch quirked an eyebrow at her optimism.
"Maybe." It would take time and energy I don't have. "I'm going to get ready." Since I don't have work today anymore.
"Do you mind if I hang out in the living room?"
Berry Punch flicked her tail.
"I do. You can wait at Roseluck's house."
Minuette deflated.
"Is this about earlier?"
"No." Partly, yes. Partly because my house inside isn't much better. "I need some time to myself to get ready. I'll meet you at Roseluck's house."
Minuette perked up before she headed on her way.
"See you then!"
Berry Punch waved goodbye in response before she headed inside.
She made her way through the mess into her bathroom. Time to more effort into how I look, I guess.
Warm water washed over her as she scrubbed out the grime in her coat. Shampoo cascaded onto her mane and tail. Once she worked on it enough she cleaned it out before using conditioner. She went over her coat again before she turned the shower off.
No towel. She groaned in frustration. Why didn't I check? Still soaked she made her way to her washing room. She checked the dryer. Empty. Of course I forgot to put the next load in. She popped open the dryer's heating compartment. Heating crystal's fine for a few more months. She snapped the compartment closed.
She moved the towels from the washer to the dryer, and started the drying process.
The rhythmic sounds of the dryer tumbles were the only sound in the room. She stared through the glass as the towels went round and round.
Ending at the same point over and over again. She wondered if now was any different. Did she learn anything from last time? Was it the same? Minuette's sudden physical contact earlier had knocked her thoughts off kilter. It brought up bad memories.
The room felt like it was compressing down in space. Would there be enough room for me? Was it always this hard to breath? She almost expected to be chided and put down by Her. It would hurt, but it would be normal. Her normal. She had her tail wrapped around her hooves as she sat down.
I'm that bucked up, huh? Back to Her would be normal. She expected Minuette and Roseluck to do the same. It made sense. What they actually did didn't make sense. Kindness is a tool, right? Just a way to get somepony to trust you. Then you can hurt them.
In a way Berry Punch felt she was still back at that apartment. Still in college. Still trapped in a place, but not her home. Still cornered by Her. She tried to wrench herself back to the present, but her mind spiraled down into the past.
“Alcohol, again? Can’t you function normally? ”
Berry Punch spun around to face the doorway, but nopony was there. The echo of the voice crawled into her ear and forced her eyes to search frantically for somepony who wasn't there. She squeezed her eyes shut. I'm not there. I'm not there. I'm not there. I'm—
A distinct ring grounded her. The towels were dry.
She yanked one out of the dryer and dried herself off. Once done she tossed the towel to the dirty pile before she left the room.
"You made it! You look nice." Minuette smiled and made room for Berry Punch to enter.
"Thanks. I try."
"Glad you got here! The celebration starts soon." Roseluck looked Berry Punch up and down. "You look good."
Berry Punch's ear twitched. "Thank you."
As the trio walked out to the street, she noticed Roseluck and Minuette gave her space. Did she tell Roseluck? Normally she would mind, but this once she felt appreciative. It was a strange feeling to have.
Roseluck lead them away from the crowded square and to the less populated park. Minuette pulled a blanket out of her saddlebags and rolled it out onto the grass. Roseluck set up some snacks at the center, toasted bread, hay, and some flowers. Both of them looked Berry Punch.
"What?"
"Are you going to sit down?" Roseluck asked.
"I am, but aren't you going to first?"
"Minuette told me what happened earlier in the day." There it is. "So, I thought I'd let you sit first. Then we can give you your space."
Accommodation was not what she was expecting. Then again the past two months had been nothing but broken expectations. She chose the right side of the blanket, close to the edge. Roseluck sat down in the middle and Minuette to the left of her.
Berry Punch waited for some form of questioning about why she acted that way, but nothing was forthcoming.
"Have you ever seen the Summer Sun Celebration?"
"Like this? No. What's it like?"
Roseluck smiled and winked. "It'll be a treat for you then. Nothing like the one a couple years ago." She shivered.
Minuette shared the sentiment with a nod.
Berry Punch tried to remember what she was referring to, but came up blank.
"What do you mean?"
Both looked at her in surprise.
"Nightmare Moon?"
"The legend? Sure."
"No, the pony. She... interrupted the last celebration five years ago."
Now Berry Punch knew why she didn't know. Five years ago I was still in college. Still... She let the thought wither and die.
"I wasn't here at the time."
"How did you not hear about it?" Minuette tilted her head.
"I was preoccupied." Berry Punch didn't like where this line of questioning was leading to. Roseluck caught the tone, and motioned to Minuette to stop. Minuette nodded. Berry Punch was about to thank her for the save, but a voice cut through.
"It's starting!"
All three mares turned as the spectacle in the sky began.
The sun and moon moved through the sky side by side. When the lined up a purple figure flew out beneath them. Twilight. A flash of purple briefly highlighted the two celestial bodies, and lit up the sky before it faded. The moon glowed blue as it moved lower in the sky. The sun rose higher as the figure of Princess Celestia rose alongside it. The night turned to morning.
Berry Punch had heard about the celebration before, but never expected to see it for herself. A small spark of inspiration struck, and Berry Punch decided to keep it alive. Before she could say anything the moon rose again as the sun sank into the ground. This time Luna flew up as the moon was raised.
Fireworks greeted the event. Bursts of blue, purple, and yellow.
She looked over at Roseluck for some explanation. It was the Summer Sun Celebration. Roseluck was distracted by the spectacle in the sky. Light from the fireworks lit her face in multicolored hues, and reflections of the explosions could be seen in her emerald eyes.
Berry Punch forgot what she wanted to say. Somehow it didn't matter anymore. Why didn't it matter? She couldn't find an answer.
Just as soon as it started the moon sank again and daytime returned. Berry Punch was left with the afterimage of what she saw.
"Berry Punch, are you alright?"
She shook herself out of her trance.
"I'm fine." I need something else to talk about. Anything. "Why did the moon come back up?"
"Since Luna came back she took part in the celebration. I assume Princess Celestia is happy her sister is home."
Berry Punch didn't mind what the answer was either way. Anything to distract her from her thoughts.
"Picture time!" Minuette brought out a camera with a small stand.
"Picture?"
"Yeah! Every year I take a picture to see how the year progressed." Minuette pointed at Berry Punch. "I made a new friend, so I'd like to commemorate that. I make a copy for Roseluck, and you if you want one."
Berry Punch's eyes flicked to Roseluck and back to Minuette.
"I'd like a copy."
"Not a problem!" Minuette fiddled with the camera. "It's on a ten seconds timer. Now!"
Minuette wrapped her hoof around Roseluck and made a goofy face. Berry Punch shuffled closer with a small gap between her and Roseluck. Berry Punch managed a small smile. The camera clicked and flashed.
Minuette tapped a button and three copies of the same picture came out.
"Here you go, Roseluck and Berry Punch."
Berry Punch eyed the picture. She kept the image of Roseluck with the fireworks earlier in her head. This should work as a reference.
The trio snacked of the pieces of food before they packed up and headed back the way they came. Minuette split off to her house once they were close to the square.
Berry Punch eyed the square as it came into view. No Pinkie Pie. She could notice an argument happening behind the music stage. It wasn't verbal. They were signing to each other quickly, and by the look of their expressions it wasn't a happy conversation. She knew one of the ponies as Vinyl, the name of the grey mare with black mane and tail escaped her.
Evidently something was said which went too far because the grey mare stormed away while Vinyl walked after her. Berry Punch looked away. She had enough on her mind without lumping other ponies problems into her own. Still a part of her could understand being in that situation. She hoped it got better.
Once they reached Berry Punch's house, she prepared to enter her house again.
"Did you enjoy the time out?" Roseluck unexpectedly asked.
"I did. It was nice to get out with... friends." The word still made her hesitate.
"That's good. I was worried Minuette pushed too far when she went to your job."
"I think it was good for me. Besides my boss, Sour, decided to let me off for the day anyway."
"Did he? That's nice of him."
"It was." Berry Punch tip-toed to the next thought. "I... have tomorrow off too. If you have time, could I come over? We can do whatever." She had to drag the words out of her mind. If she didn't they might never have expressed themselves. Now, she waited for Roseluck to reply. She worried she was too forward. Did I make a mistake? Should I apologize?
"Sounds good! What time are you thinking? It'd have to be early morning or after two in the afternoon."
The lack of conditions or outright refusal made her perk up.
"Two works for me."
Roseluck smiled and Berry Punch mirrored her. "Great! I'll see you then."
"See you then." Berry Punch waved goodbye as Roseluck walked away.
The door clicked open and shut behind her. The air of her house suffocated her. She dug through her art supplies until she found her old sketchbook. Going further rewarded her with a couple pencils. She left her house and sat down on her porch steps. Despite herself she brought a filled glass outside.
The air's cleaner out here. I feel like I can breath.
She set the picture Minuette took against one of the porch banisters. The sketch book was flipped to a clean page. She got to work with her pencil. The scratchy lines of her style flowed onto the page as she recreated the scene from what she saw during the fireworks. The reflections in her eyes, the way her mane flowed, and the general shape of her face. She put it all down to paper.
She took sips from the glass, but otherwise remained wholly focused on the page. The final grayscale image wasn't perfect for her, but it was good enough. She hugged the picture close to her chest. For the first time in a long time she felt a twinge of hope.
Author's Note
Going to be fully honest: When I said the whole story was written it's true, except for this chapter. I didn't know how to approach it yet, and stuck to the other chapters. Well, once Invitation was done, I finally got around to finishing this one. It is probably not as smooth as the others, but like always if you spot something point it out (either dm or comment).
Note: The next chapter will probably take longer since my current life situation is not stable. I'm not sure if I'll have a place to live in a week, so my focus is on that for now. I'll try and work on the next chapter when I have spare time though, so if things get better it shouldn't take as long.
Between Winter and Spring
Light filtered through the room, and illuminated the room. Usually Berry Punch kept the curtains closed, but she needed the extra light today. Roseluck's coming over. The two had come to an agreement to meet on workdays during their shared lunch times. She couldn't believe she asked, and much less that Roseluck accepted. She tried to soothe her anxiety, but it was determined to stay ruffled.
Now she was left to clean her house before she arrived. Although, clean might have been too strong of a word. Conceal worked better. She was going to conceal the mess to the best of her abilities.
A paint can was wedged between the back of the couch and the wall.
"How'd that even get there?" she muttered. She tried to tug the can out, but it didn't budge. Fine. She tried to move the whole couch, but something stopped it's movement. What? She put in more effort. The distinct sound of cracked wood filled the air. Her ears shot up. No.
She made her way the other side of the couch. Now she understood why the couch refused to move. A wooden carving got caught between the couch foot and a small wedge in the floor. The intricately detailed carving of Manhattan was ruined, cracks lined the surface and part of it was crushed completely.
"No, no, no," she whispered to herself. Being careful not to damage the carving further she extracted it from the bottom of the couch. Berry Punch sat on the ground and examined the carving. The lettering set into the base was still legible: Little reminder of home, no matter where your heart is.
She still remembered the day she left for college. The carving had been with her through her worst moments, always a little light she could take comfort in. Now I bucked it up. Her last personal reminder of how things had been was as scarred as her now.
Why didn't I keep better track of it? How was I so careless? Before she had a chance to spiral down into her thoughts a knock sounded at the door. Oh, right! Roseluck. Dammit, nothing's really clean. She place the carving in the middle of the table before she opened the door. Berry Punch swung the door open only to be met with Derpy instead. Instinctively she narrowed the field of view of the inside of her house from Derpy.
Derpy didn't notice as she dug out a letter from her saddlebags.
"Here ya' go! Sorry it took so long, your mail keeps getting mixed up with other mail at the office. I swear somepony messes with it when I'm not looking."
Berry Punch took the letter.
"Um, thank you."
"Not a problem!" Derpy waved before she took off to the sky.
She shut the door and walked over to her couch. The label and return address made it plain who it was from. The only thing in question was should she open it?
She looked over at the pile of unread letters on one of the side tables. How they found her new address after she moved she didn’t know, but they always sent a letter every once and a while or for the holidays. Berry Punch usually tried to pretend the letters didn’t exist. It was easier. Now with the warped from of the carving in front of her, and a newly delivered letter in her hoof she found it hard to toss this one away.
Times like this make me wonder if Celestia really does meddle in our lives. She hesitantly opened the letter. She didn't know what to expect. Anger? Disappointment? I haven't replied to one letter the past four years. What else should I expect?
Dear Berry Punch,
I hope you're doing well. It's been a long time since you replied. We're both worried about you. Your father a bit more than I am, but when is he not? I have faith you'll return a letter one day. Until then I hope you and your art are doing well.
Hey, Berry Punch, Dad here. How's my only child doing? Great I hope! I'd be pleased as punch (ha!) if you'd send a letter back. It's been too long since we talked. It'd be a relief to see you visit too! Feel free to drop by at anytime. You know you're welcome. If you do visit, bring a friend or more if you can. It'd be nice to meet some of the ponies you hang out with. Anyhow, I hope you're doing well and you reply and/or visit soon.
Love,
Mom & Dad
She placed the letter on the table. The weight of her guilt which had been pushed into her mental attic had fallen through the roof and onto her head. It's fine. I'm fine. Just need some time to put myself together and get this room clean. A knock sounded at the door. She looked to the ceiling. Roseluck. Buck.
"One sec!" Berry Punch stumbled over herself as she set up a cloth sheet over the entrance to the rest of the house, specifically the kitchen. Still haven't gotten around to those dishes. She rushed around the room, and stacked items in the kitchen from the living room. Once she was done the living room still contained paint stains, and alcohol stains, and general food stains, but it had to be enough. No time! No time.
She tried her best to put up a mask. Between the letter and the carving she was shaken, but didn't want it to show. The letter! Right. She tucked the paper with all the others before she went to the door.
At the door she hesitated. I haven't let anypony in here. Ever. Letting sompony into her personal space was dangerous. Wouldn't it be easier if they went someplace else around town? Or even Roseluck's house? She decided she wasn't entirely sure. Maybe testing the waters will help sort this out. She hasn't given me any reason not to trust her. Her mind felt it pertinent to remind her: Yet .
She opened the door and let Roseluck in.
"Sorry it's like this, I didn't have enough time to clean everything up." Berry Punch knew she was lying through her teeth. Sounds better than 'Hey, sorry things look terrible. I haven't cleaned up properly in three years.' Some part of her prepared for any demeaning comments.
Roseluck looked around the room, nodded to herself, and placed her saddlebags down next to the table.
"I understand, but if you need help cleaning you can ask. I'm sure Minuette wouldn't mind either."
You... want to help clean my mess up? In a way the response was frustrating. Even when she thought Roseluck's own mask would slip, and the real her would come out nothing happened. Does she even have a mask? The question was uncomfortable. The thought of a genuine want to help somepony else without strings attached was foreign to her. I need a drink. She was so wrapped up in her own internal debate she didn't notice the sound of the large window by the door being opened.
"There we go!" Roseluck inhaled. "Airing out a room helps me think. Fresh air is, well, refreshing." She placed a cylindrical container on the table, and two cups beside it. She smiled as she opened the container and filled both cups halfway.
"Same tea as last time. Since you liked it."
Berry Punch sat down nearby and took one of the cups. She took a tentative sip. Sure enough the same flavor as last time. Still good. Not the drink I wanted, but it'll do.
"How's your day been so far?" Berry Punch ventured.
"Normal. Things slow down this time of year. It'll pick up around the later holidays." Roseluck tilted her head. "How about you? Things aren't too bad at work?"
"No. Thanks to Minuette, Copper Tail has kept his distance."
"That's good, I heard he was a piece of work."
"Yeah, but Minuette handled him." Her feeling of discomfort lingered only because the mare reminded her of Pinkie Pie. Any thought related to the pink mare she pushed away. "It was nice of her."
"That's good. I was worried she might have pushed your boundaries." She chuckled. "She doesn't mean to, but it happens." She seemed to hesitate. "What happened to that?" Roseluck pointed to the carving.
In her initial rush to tidy up the room Berry Punch had forgotten about the object entirely. Now the mangled carving was the center of attention. Attention Berry Punch sorely didn't want.
"It's a gift my Dad gave me when I left for college." She still didn't know how to resolve the issue of it being broken. A small part of her mind ventured about a visit, but she pushed it down.
"Oh, I'm sorry it's broken. Minuette knows a bit about woodwork, she might be able to help."
"That would be nice of her, but... it wouldn't be the same." Could I just ask him to make a new one? She internally grimaced. Yeah, sure, the first letter I send back is asking for something. So selfish.
"I understand, something made personally for you means a lot. Somepony else emulating it not so much, right?"
Berry Punch nodded. She took another sip of tea as she mulled the problem over.
Roseluck too seemed to mull something over if the thoughtful glances to Berry Punch were any indication.
"Do you remember when we were in my garden the first time I invited you over?"
"Yeah." Where's she going with this?
"You read a note from Lily's Picture, didn't tell me until we were out in the garden, and then the issue was cleared up with a talk." Roseluck traced the rim of her tea cup. "Well, you have a problem now that can be solved in a similar way."
"Are you suggesting I visit them?"
"Yes. You don't have to take it," she admitted, "but as your friend I think it would be good for you."
Berry Punch sat back, her eyes on the carving. It would be nice to see them again. A worm of guilt burrowed around her heart. How can I apologize for silence? She decided to cross that bridge when or if she got there. I wouldn't want to go alone. She looked over to Roseluck and wondered if she meant what she said back in the garden.
"If I decide to go..." she hesitated, "I would want you to come with me. If you want to."
"Of course. I would need a heads up and a planned time and date to go, but I can do that for you."
Roseluck didn't know it, but her answer tipped the balance in Berry Punch's head. Alone would have been difficult for her to do, and easy to avoid. Now with an offer of assistance it was easier to imagine doing despite the worries circling her thoughts. She made her decision.
"Would you feel fine leaving two weeks from now?"
Roseluck seemed pleasantly surprised at the response. She nodded then smiled.
"How long?" She asked.
"Three days, counting the day we leave." Berry Punch clarified with, "weekend days, I mean."
"I can do that."
The two mares hammered out the finer details including a time to meet at the station and which tickets they could both afford. For housing, Berry Punch suggested her parent's house since they had two couches and a spare room. Roseluck also added some places she'd like to see while they were there which Berry Punch didn't mind.
With a plan in mind Roseluck left back to her job. Berry Punch still had ten minutes to burn since her boss allocated an extra amount of time for her since the summer sun celebration.
She laid her parent's letter down on the table and then laid an empty sheet of paper next to it. She decided to keep it short. She hesitated and carefully chose her words. The sound of quill on paper filled the room. Once she was done she looked over the words. Part of her wanted to rewrite it, another wanted to crumble the entire paper and put it off, but she knew putting this off was the last thing she should do. Despite her worry she folded the paper and slid it into an envelope. She would drop it off at the post office after work.
Warm wind blew through the city in the early morning. While the weather was in the last gasps of summer, the transition to fall was going to take place in a weeks time. Soon the wind would be cooler, and the leaves would swirl out of the grasp of the trees and onto the ground.
A mail pony landed at the doorstep of a house on a quiet street. It was a short building squished in between the taller buildings beside it. Flowers with smiley faces on them were painted on the lower section of the house.
The mare flipped through the letters in her bag until she found the right one. She pulled out the letter, dropped it into the mail slot then flew off.
Dear Mom & Dad,
I know it's been awhile. Sorry if this is coming out of the blue, but I'm coming to visit two weeks from now on the weekend. I'm bringing a friend. We can talk more when I'm there.
Love,
Berry Punch
Author's Note
Small transitional chapter this time. Technically this was a part of the next chapter, but I didn't like how long it was, so here this chapter is.
As always critiques and corrections are welcome.
Between Winter and Spring
The landscape swept by as the train moved through the countryside. A landscape of hills, trees, and plants as far as the eye could see. Berry Punch tried not to fidget in her seat. When they had originally planned this, she felt more secure in the decision. Doubts creeped into her brain the moment she couldn’t take her decision back. The train was already headed to Manehattan. The tickets were bought.
She idly wondered if she could jump out the window. Seeing how fast the ground raced by didn’t support that option.
“Hey, I’m back! They didn’t have any tea, so I settled for some hot chocolate.” Roseluck set a cup by Berry Punch before she took a seat across from her. Roseluck. One of the reasons I’m here. Some part of her confidence rested on Roseluck’s presence.
She took a sip from the cup. True to the name, the beverage was hot. Berry Punch painfully swallowed the scalding chocolate, and placed the cup back down. Maybe let that cool first.
Roseluck blew over the surface of her drink while she tested it every once in a while.
“I’ve never been to a coastal city before. What’s it like?”
“What cities have you been to?” Berry Punch figured it would be easier to compare with something similar to build off of.
“Oh, um, Canterlot.” Roseluck rubbed the back of her head. “That’s it really.”
“Okay, well imagine if Canterlot had an ocean on one or more of its edges. And large, noisy dockyards out to sea filled with ships.” Berry Punch circled her right hoof as she brought back more memories. “The breeze near the ocean is salty and cool. If it hasn’t rained, the sand feels nice under the hoof. Soft and malleable. The inner city is not too loud, but definitely noisy during the day. Things quiet down at night through to the early morning.”
Berry Punch looked at the window towards the horizon.
“Especially nights on the beach. It was a nice place to gather my thoughts.”
“It sounds nice.”
Berry Punch started, she had almost forgotten Roseluck was there.
“Lost in thought?” Roseluck asked.
“Yeah, I guess I stirred up some memories thinking about home.”
Roseluck smiled. “Good thoughts hopefully?”
Berry Punch mirrored her smile. “Yes.” It’s nice to get my mind off of meeting them again. She still felt nervous. It was hard to tell how someone felt through words on a page without their expression, and their voice. Everything so far seemed positive, but she couldn’t trust that. Things never go exactly how they were supposed to after all.
She took a sip from the cup. The chocolate was still hot, but no longer lava at least. She savored the taste. I need to thank Roseluck for this. I didn’t even catch the hot chocolate when I got on the train. A thought occurred to her.
“I’ll be right back.”
Roseluck gave her a questioning look.
“I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh, okay.” She took a sip of her hot chocolate and hummed to herself.
Berry Punch made her way to the drink stand. A mare stood behind the stand, idly swinging a watch on a chain. The watch slipped out of her grip and hit the ground.
“Darn it! I thought I had it that time.”
“Excuse me,” Berry Punch said.
The mare perked up. “Finally! A customer. I was losing my marbles standing here. Such a slow day today.” She took on a more professional air. “What can I do for you?”
“I was wondering if you sold hot chocolate?”
The mare shook her head. “Not yet.” She rolled her eyes. “Still hasn’t been ordered yet. Should be here in a couple weeks, last I heard. Sorry. Although, if you had the materials I could make some anyway.” She winked. “Technically, I’m not supposed to, but eh. I had a mare earlier who had the stuff to make it. So if you have the same I can whip some up.”
“She brought everytime to make it?”
“Yeah! Usually customers don’t have them, but she was prepared when I said no. I was going through my whole spiel when she plonked the materials on the counter. Apparently, her friend’s on a stressful trip home and she wanted to cheer her up.” She smiled. “Whoever they are, they’re lucky.”
She cleared her throat.
“Anyway, enough gabbing from me. Did you want anything else?”
“No, thank you anyway.”
“Not a problem, if you ever have a hankering for anything else here swing by my stand.”
Berry Punch made her way back to her seat.
“Thank you.”
Roseluck looked over in confusion.
“I never said thank you for the hot chocolate,” Berry Punch explained. Or the effort you put in for me.
Roseluck smiled.
“Not a problem. We’re friends after all.” Roseluck went back to gazing out the window.
She looked up at the mare. Her eyes jumped from the various flowers as the fields raced by. Berry Punch could see her mouth out names at the ones she knew. Poppy. Violets. Roses. Berry Punch didn’t know what to think. Roseluck’s thoughtfulness left her with a feeling she couldn’t articulate.
Her thoughts on the matter came to a close when the silhouette of Manehattan came into view. She took a second to calm herself down.
Roseluck noticed the effort and reached over to her hoof. Her smile was comforting.
“It’s alright. Remember, you got this. It’s not as hard as your head wants you to think it is.”
Berry Punch nodded. With one final exhale she got up with Roseluck and left the train.
She was met with the busy hub of activity she remembered. Voices shouted and talked all around her. They were either getting work done or shouting a passing ‘hello’. A rush of ponies busy on various errands and jobs dodging past each other to get things done. Tall skyscrapers and multi-level apartment buildings dominated the skyline, while at ground level shops and restaurants lined the streets. While she certainly preferred the quiet of Ponyville, Manehatten had its own charm not the least being it was home. Berry Punch sighed contentedly.
“Enjoying being home?” Roseluck asked.
“So far, yes.” That and I have some time to kill before I see my parents. “You remember the plan, right?”
Roseluck nodded. “Yep! Ready to show me around? I know your parents won’t be off until later in the evening. We're going to the park first, right?”
“Yes, it's a bit of a walk, but it's worth it.” Berry Punch took the lead. She led Roseluck through the ocean of ponies, her old crowd navigation skills helped her weave them through the dense crowd.
Suddenly the crowd gave way to a more open woodland. Brick paths wound through the trees and deeper into the shaded forest.
Roseluck looked around in surprise.
“You know, when you said park, I didn't expect the Everfree forest.” As the two walked through the woods Berry Punch noticed Roseluck’s expression take on a more somber note.
“Lily would’ve loved this place,” Roseluck whispered, almost to herself. Berry Punch barely managed to hear the words. The unexpected topic tilted Berry Punch into unexplored territory. Maybe I can help too? She was uncertain, but determined.
“We can leave if you want. I know this was part of the plan, but we don’t have to be here if it makes you uncomfortable.” Berry Punch hesitated. “Or… you can talk about it with me.” The words almost dragged as they tumbled out of her mouth. Why can’t I ever ask things normally? Before she could beat herself up about it she spotted a small smile on Roseluck’s face.
“I’m fine. It’s just the small things you remember about ponies when they're no longer around, you know? She always liked exploring new places. Especially new forests.” Roseluck shook her head. “I told you she had a talent for making ponies smile, but I don’t think they noticed it never reached her eyes.”
Roseluck veered off the path and into the forest. Berry Punch turned to follow her. The two walked in silence. She could tell Roseluck was gathering her thoughts, so she didn’t say anything.
“I shouldn’t focus on the negatives, but I can’t help wondering if I did something wrong. If I could have said something or listened better.” Roseluck stopped and exclaimed a lone flower. “She always wanted to travel and explore, but she wanted somepony to go with her. Sure, lots of ponies liked her, but none of them knew her. I think she felt trapped.”
“I could have gone. I wasn’t interested in the same way as her, but I could have gone anyway.” Roseluck sagged. “I think about what I could have done better, but I can’t find the answer. I can’t turn back time either. But…”
Berry Punch had maintained her distance. There was a small space between the two while they were sitting down. Berry Punch leaned closer, interested in what she wanted to say.
“Yes?”
Roseluck turned to Berry Punch.
“I can try to do better next time, so the same thing doesn’t happen again.”
Roseluck unexpectedly booped Berry Punch on the nose. She scrunched up her face in surprise, and Roseluck laughed.
“You look cute like that.” A sincere smile crossed her face. “Thanks for listening. It meant a lot.” Roseluck looked around the forest. “We’re going to the beach next, right?”
Berry Punch shook herself out of her stupor.
“Um, yes.” She nodded her head. “Yes, I’ll lead the way.”
Berry Punch made her way through the crowds, and made sure Roseluck didn’t get lost in ponies jostling to get around. The crowds gave way as Berry Punch navigated to a lesser used part of the beach. Roseluck’s pace slowed as she took in the vastness of the body of water before her. Berry Punch watched the awe on her face with a smile. Exactly the effect I wanted.
She felt a little proud she could give something back to Roseluck after everything the mare had done for her. Watching her brought back that strange feeling again. The once she couldn’t pin down, but it made her feel nice. She cherished the way it made her feel. So much so she decided to show Roseluck something spur of the moment.
“Hey, I want to show you something.” Berry Punch pushed away her safe guards in her mind. She could trust Roseluck. She led her down beach to what looked like a rocky cliff. Berry Punch found the entrance almost immediately. A gap in the rocks hidden by a large boulder.
Roseluck looked after questioningly, but Berry Punch only gestured at her to follow.
The two entered a small cove. The sand gave way to smooth, round, glass rocks. The sun shone down into the hidden space and reflected off of the stones in multicolored hues.
Roseluck looked around the small cove in fascination.
“This is what you wanted to show me?”
“Kind of. It was a spur of the moment thing. I used to come down her for inspiration or use it as a quiet place to unwind.” Berry Punch picked up one of the rose colored rocks. “I still try to recreate this place in my head when things get too stressful”
“I’m glad you shared this with me. It’s beautiful.”
The two mares looked over the horizon with only the noises of the lapping waves as ambience. The quiet was comfortable. Berry Punch didn’t feel the need to break it. Just being here with her was enough.
She thought about how much things had changed. She didn’t think she would ever have made her without either Roseluck or Minuette. Without them, her parents' letter might have been another forgotten piece of paper, thrown away along with the rest. She would still be stuck in her room. Alive but not living, not experiencing.
Despite the positive sentiment, doubt still stalked the back of her mind. Telling her parents, and also Roseluck, what had happened was going to be hard. She might not get everything out at first. To be truthful she didn’t want to delve back into the depths of those memories. It hurt too much. Maybe it would be best to leave before she hurt them too.
The thought left her wondering. What would Roseluck think if I left now? And my parents? Telling them I was on the way only to never arrive? Would I be any better running from the problem? The swirl of questions made her head hurt, but brought with it clarity. She could leave or go forwards. Either option had no turn back signs planted in front of them. She took a deep breath.
“Roseluck, I think it’s time I see my parents.”
The early evening sun shined down from the sky as the two made their way to her parents’ shop. The rush of ponies had only increased and Berry Punch had difficulty leading herself and Roseluck through the crowds. She had managed to pull Roseluck out of a particularly busy area, and onto the front of a quaint corner store. ‘Berry & Cake’s Confections & Wine’, the sign was stylized text over an image of a cake with a bottle of wine sitting off to the side.
Berry Punch hesitated at the entrance. Should I really be doing this? It’d be easier to just not. Berry Punch looked over at Roseluck who smiled encouragingly at her. I can’t disappoint her. Reluctant, but determined, she pushed open the door and entered the shop. A bell rung above them and a voice rang out from somewhere behind the counter.
“Be with you in a moment!” A mare called out to them, not looking their way. Her coloration was similar to Berry Punch’s, but lighter. Her mane parted and wrapped around both her ears before coming down into a ponytail at the back.
A combination of sweet and bitter smells entered Berry Punch’s nose. The shop itself had only a few customers picking up completed orders for the day. Berry Punch anxiously waited in line until she and Roseluck arrived at the counter.
“Hello, please tell me your order number—” the mare stopped as she looked at Berry Punch. “Is that you, Berry Punch?” Berry Punch did her best not to look at the floor.
“Yes. Hi, Mom.” A wide smile crossed the mare’s face.
“Well, I was expecting you a little later. Your letter said late evening. This a pleasant surprise.” She turned to the back of the store. “Foster Cake! Our daughter’s out here.” She turned back to face Berry Punch. “How have things been, sweetie?”
“Good, more or less,” Berry Punch replied. Not entirely a lie.
“Oh, and who is this?” The mare turned to Roseluck.
“I’m Roseluck.” Roseluck nudged Berry Punch. “She asked me to come along.”
“Nice to meet you, Roseluck, I’m Juniper Berry.”
“And I’m Foster Cake.” A dull purple stallion appeared from the back area, he had specks of icing on his face and mane. His mane and tail resembled Berry Punch’s except in color, his being a light silver. “Hi there, Berry Punch. Were you waiting in line? You know you could’ve called at any time.”
“I just wanted to wait for the last orders to be picked up.”
“Oh, you’d be fine. Nothing big happening today.” Foster Cake took a handkerchief and wiped the icing off his face. “In fact, we’re wrapping up early today just for you. Turns out you came in earlier than expected though.” He chuckled. “Not at all a bad thing, very much the opposite.”
“You ready to head home, dear?” Juniper Berry asked.
“All good to go.” Foster Cake’s stomach growled. “On second thought, if you don’t mind we could make a stop for some food. ‘Sides, I’m sure these two are hungry too.”
Juniper Berry nodded.
“Eating out for dinner sounds nice.” Juniper Berry put a hoof to her chin as she thought. “How about that salad place a couple of blocks over. It’s new, we both haven’t been there. Might as well try it out.”
The group left the shop and headed out into the streets.
The restaurant was a few blocks down the street, decorated in a fancy style. With gold etching on the glass displaying the restaurant’s name. They were greeted as they entered and were led over to a booth.
Everypony settled into the booth, and gave their orders. The atmosphere was jazzy and upbeat with a live band playing in the corner of the room. Light greens and blues accented the walls, and painted murals of crop fields and other scenes of nature were centered on the walls. Rounded crystal lights centered above each table, providing a warm orange glow. The booth they were given had a window with a view of the street.
“So, did you meet Roseluck in college?”
“No. ”
The suddenness of the reply took her mother by surprise, and she looked over at Berry Punch in concern. The tension at the table increased as Berry Punch was lost in thought.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that.” Berry Punch shook herself out of her memories. “Just nothing about college please? For now at least I’ll explain more at your house.” Both her parents nodded wordlessly, but their expressions betrayed their worry. “Anyway, it would be more fair to say Roseluck met me. I don’t really get out much.”
“I thought you liked walks?” Foster Cake raised an eyebrow. “You were always scampering around somewhere in the city. Looking for new places to draw.”
“I have a… difficult time walking around town.”
Roseluck eyed her curiously.
“I walk we you sometimes. You seemed to enjoy those.”
“Well, not our walks,” Berry Punch corrected. “Just walks by myself. I do like our walks.” She sheepishly rubbed the back of her head.
“Really?” Juniper Berry had a knowing look in her eye. “That’s an interesting response. You know, I haven’t seen you like this since that time back in high school. What was that mare’s name?” Foster Cake seemed ready to offer a name, but Berry Punch reached across the table a put a hoof over his muzzle.
“She—I mean. That was different!” Berry Punch was blushing fiercely. This is not how I thought this would go. I don’t need Roseluck hearing about any of that. “Can we change the subject? How have you guys been?” Berry Punch leaned back into her seat, staring at her father as if daring him to talk. He only smiled innocently back at her.
“Business is steady, not much to say, except—” Foster Cake clicked his tongue. “There was that rude pony. Rude beyond belief. Some rich big shot from Canterlot.” He rolled his eyes. “Self important puffed up balloon is what he was. Anyway.”
The story continued even as the food arrived.
“He thought the wine was ‘below his standards for consumption’ or something like that. Well, Juniper here took offense to that since she followed all his instructions to the letter.” Juniper Berry cut in.
“You're right I did, but you put it too kindly. I told him where he could find wine to his standards well enough, just as politely as he had been to me.” Foster Cake laughed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your mother that mad at somepony before. Some of the words she used would’ve made a sailor blush. He made a whole blustering speech at how we were going to get shut down, and his family was going to personally ensure it would happen. Blah, blah, blah. He left in a huff, and we’ve heard not heads or tail of him since.”
By the time the story wrapped up the food was gone and the group cleaned up and headed out of the restaurant. The early evening sun cast shadows on the grounds as they headed to her parents’ home.
“Roseluck, what do you do for a living?” Juniper Berry asked.
“I sell flowers of all types, or at least as many as I can cultivate,” Roseluck explained. “My parents maintain the shop the majority of the time. I help out any day I can. I also grow some exotic plants in my own garden.”
“Foster here tried to grow some flowers.” Juniper Berry laughed. “No matter how hard we tried, they kept dying.”
“We gave it a shot at least, that’s something.” Foster Cake pecked his wife on the cheek. “’Sides, flowers grew on their own didn’t they?”
“Weeds more like, but at least they don’t look bad.” Juniper Berry smiled. “Here we are.”
Juniper Berry led them up to the front of a small building resting wall to wall with other similar buildings. The only differences were in the color of paint and decorations. Her parent’s house was colored a light blue with painted flowers and other fauna at the base of the house. I nearly forgot I painted those. I remember asking them to clean it off a couple times during high school, but they never relented. Berry Punch smiled. Glad they didn’t now.
They entered the house and settled in the living room.
“The last letter you sent was about, hmm…” Foster Cake tapped his hoof while he thought back, “Ah, four or so years ago, I think? I’ve been worried about you, but your mother assured me you just needed time. Well, here I am proven wrong and pleased as punch to see you.” Her dad winked. Berry Punch pretended to look annoyed, but smiled after a moment.
“I worried too, dear,” Juniper Berry said, “but I knew our daughter could find her own path.” Her mother smiled warmly. “How has the painting been? I know you’ve only gotten better over the years.”
I knew this question was coming. Take a breath. And I know where it’s going to go. She shoved her doubts off a cliff and spoke.
“I haven’t painted anything in a while.” The admission brought surprise to both her parents faces. She expected the next words out of their mouths.
“Why? You won an award during your last year of high school. You still have it don’t you?”
“Um… somewhere I think,” Berry Punch said. I threw it away, just seemed like a paperweight. Berry Punch suddenly remembered the other reason why she decided to visit. She dug through her saddlebags and took out a damaged wooden sculpture. Please don’t be mad. “Can you fix this?” Berry Punch hesitantly placed the object on the table.
Foster Cake slid the sculpture over and examined it, “With some glue I could, but I have a better idea. One that’ll be a surprise for when you leave.” Foster Cake smiled to himself as he slipped the sculpture into his saddlebags.
Berry Punch wondered what he meant, but by the look on his face he wouldn’t tell her. She decided to tuck away her curiosity for the moment since her mother seemed keen on returning to the subject of her not painting.
“Is there a reason you stopped?” The concern in her mother’s eyes said it all. Painting used to be her favorite past time.
“Yes. I met somepony. I thought they were a good pony at first. They gave a lot of advice and tips to improve my painting.” Berry Punch bit her lip. This is it. No turning back. “I guess I should start at the beginning.”
“College was going well at first. I was having trouble adjusting to the workload though. Then…” Berry Punch held herself back. A vice clamped down on her voice box. Mentioning her by name was hard enough mentally, much less out loud. With effort she dredged up Her name and spat it out. “Then I met Paint Spots. At first she helped me organize my schedule and find my way through some of the more difficult classes. It might’ve stayed that way too, but I was struggling to pay the rent on an apartment. I mentioned it to her and she suggested moving in with her.”
Berry Punch paused.
“She said she had an extra space I could use, since her previous roommate moved out.” So gullible. Just latched on to the first pony you could, huh? What’s to say Roseluck isn’t the same? She looked over at the mare in question. Roseluck’s eyes held nothing but support and a twinge of concern. She shook her thoughts away. “So I moved in. She slowly changed—no, she slowly showed who she was to me. It wasn’t pleasant, but I excused it. I thought she—I thought…” She looked down at the floor. I thought she cared. “I thought we were… friends.”
She felt a comforting hoof on her withers. A glance revealed Roseluck’s supportive smile. She nodded in thanks before she took a breath. Here goes the hard part. Then she continued.
“She would be nice than mean. Then apologize only to do it again. I wasn’t allowed to talk to her friends. It was isolating. I started to wonder if she meant what she said.” She opened her mouth to speak, but an echo of a voice dredged from her memories stopped her.
‘I know better for you. You know it, and so do I. Where would you be without me? What would you be?’
‘I-I don’t know.’
‘Exactly. I do this because I love you. Don’t you know that?’
She pushed down the memory.
“I didn’t feel in control. I knew next to nothing about her, but she knew so much about me. I couldn’t understand how somepony could talk so much, but give so little. I finally met my breaking point when she…” Goddess dammit Berry Punch just say it! Why is it so hard? Her head was spiraling back to the worst day of her life. She didn’t want to relive it. She didn’t want to retell it. She wanted no memory at all. Her brain stubbornly dragged her back and forced her to watch it all again.
“She hurt me.” The words felt both cathartic and regretful the moment they left her control. Despite the vagueness of the statement, the reaction from the other ponies in the room was immediate.
She felt herself wrapped in a triple hug from the three. She didn’t know how to respond to the sudden gesture of love and comfort. Berry Punch mentally pulled back her restraint and let herself cry. She let herself be held by those who did care for her and she cried.
After a moment she managed to pull herself together and breathe again.
“Thank you. All of you. Thank you.”
“Always, sweetie, I hope you never have to feel like that again.” Her dad held her gaze. “If you do, please reach out. Don’t shut us out like last time, okay? Promise?” Her mother echoed the same sentiment.
Berry Punch nodded.
“I promise.”
“Remember, I’m always next door,” Roseluck affirmed. “If you ever need to talk, I’m there. Minuette too, I’m sure.”
She embraced the three as best as she could. There was nothing she could say to express how comforted she felt. After a beat the hug broke apart. She knew this conversation wasn’t over yet, but she felt drained. The day had been long and she needed sleep. She could tell by her mother’s look she wanted to know more. This wasn’t over, just a temporary pause while she recuperated.
“I think I need to go to bed.”
Her mother looked at the clock. The time read ten seventeen.
“You’re right on that. We can continue this tomorrow.” Her mother smiled warmly. “We have some extra cots in your old room.” Before Berry Punch could ask what happened to her bed her mother continued, “Your bed was taken apart and stored away. We needed the space in there to store all your stuff. Otherwise your room is mostly untouched.”
Her parents led the way to her room and helped set everything up. Two cots with spare blankets and pillows. With everything set up, her parents retired to their own room.
Berry Punch settled into her cot as best as she could. Sleep was elusive, something was bugging her.
“Hey, Berry Punch?” She guessed Roseluck felt the same.
She turned in the general direction of Roseluck. She could see her general outline in the moonlight on the other cot.
“Yes?”
“Out there you said she hurt you. I…” Roseluck paused, “I was wondering how exactly? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
Berry Punch bit her lip. Her worry and paranoia stirred up to full force. This was the question she had stressed about since she said those words. Clarifying made the event feel more real. The same emotions stirred up. She was trapped again. Alone again with Her. Until the moon lit Roseluck’s gentle green eyes. She could see trepidation, and concern mixed in them.
Her heart rate calmed. She took her breaths easier. This wasn’t Paint Spots. I’m safe here. I’m safe with her. There was a long pause as she pulled out the letters to spell out clearly what happened.
“She hit me.”
Roseluck sat up.
“She…?” Roseluck’s expression of shock was only matched by her anger. “I… could you sit up?”
The question took her by surprise. Berry Punch slowly got up only to be met with a sudden hug. This felt different from the group hug out in the living room. More intimate and personal.
Berry Punch returned the gesture. The two sat quietly like this for a while. Roseluck being a shoulder Berry Punch could lean on while she quietly cried.
“I don’t know how I’m going to tell them.”
“I’ll be there for you. Take your time. Find your words. I’ll be there.”
She hugged her tighter.
“What would I do without you?” The words slipped out unintentionally. Her lack of control over herself surprised her. Why did I say that? Her anxiety surged. I shouldn’t have said that. I should—
“You’d find a way. You’re stronger than you think. Don’t let your brain tell you otherwise.”
Berry Punch took the words and wrapped them around her heart. They meant the world to her. Even if Roseluck couldn’t see it. Once the separated Berry Punch could sleep easier, even if a funny feeling wormed around her chest as she slipped into happy dreams.
Berry Punch pushed herself off the cot. She couldn’t sleep, something was bugging her. Roseluck was soundly asleep on the other cot, with a bit of drool coming out of her mouth. Berry Punch couldn’t help but smile at the scene. It was a strange feeling, but she couldn’t let herself indulge in it. Or maybe she could. Her thoughts were confused. Between her conversation with her parents and Roseluck she needed a drink. Maybe that would clear everything up.
As she entered the living room she spotted her mother with a cup of coffee on the couch.
“Going out?”
Berry Punch nodded. “I saw a cafe on the way here, and I wanted to try it out this morning.” She hoped her mother didn’t see through the lie. “I’ll be back soon, could you tell Roseluck where I went?”
Juniper nodded. “Of course, could you tell me which one? There’s quite a few.”
Berry Punch relayed the name of the cafe and the basic instructions of how to get there. A question struck her after she was done.
“Where’s Dad?”
Juniper smiled. “He’s working on something for you. It’s a secret.”
Berry Punch could tell her mother wouldn’t budge on giving an answer, so she said her goodbyes with another affirmation about coming back soon.
Quietly she exited the house and headed down the street in the early morning light. She decided on the bar across from the cafe she and Roseluck passed yesterday.
She pushed into the sleepy establishment. The mare behind the bar looked up in surprise.
“This early, huh?”
“Just something light, please.” Better then starting with the heavier stuff.
The mare shook her head and went to work. Soon Berry Punch had a small glass of alcohol. While she idly sipped she mulled over the events of yesterday. Things had gone well. Better than she expected. A part of her chastised the lack of awareness on her part, but she pushed it away. I don’t need to suspect everypony I meet. The thought was a comfort ripped away by the sound of somepony sitting right next to her.
“Just water.”
Berry Punch froze. She knew that voice anywhere. She could almost feel Her gaze on her.
“Hey, Berry Punch.” The mare placed a hoof on Berry Punch’s withers while the other moved her head up. The smile on Paint Spots’ face was the same as she remembered, and just as non-genuine. “There you are.” She moved her hoof away from Berry Punch’s chin. “Long time no see. How’s it been?”
Author's Note
Okay, took forever to write this chapter. The last parts of it were written in the hospital since appendicitis decided to make itself a problem. Still recovering, but I hope this chapter meets expectations. There may be more grammar mistakes than usual due to the unideal circumstances I'm writing in, i.e., a hospital bed. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Leave any thoughts and/or corrections down in the comments.
Between Winter and Spring
Fall: Past in the Present
This wasn’t happening. No matter how much she blinked this waking nightmare didn’t seem to end. She was here. How she knew or whether it was all a coincidence was the part she was debating.Breathe.
She tried to keep her confidence, her happiness, but it all drained down the gutter with her smile. She was alone again. Trapped with her again.Breathe.
She pushed Paint Spots hoof off of her.
“Don’t do that.”
Paint Spots only smiled more.
“Sorry. Should’ve guessed you don’t care as much as you used to.” She frowned. “You left after all. Not me. That hurt you know.”
“You hurt me first.”
Paint Spots leaned close.
“Love is pain. If I hurt you it was out of love.” The genuineness she said the words clashed with the content of them. “You know, I saw you walking around with another mare. Roseluck, right?”
“Just clinging to the next mare you find, hm?”
“No, she’s different.”
“Nopony’s different. She’ll leave. It’s only a matter of time.” Paint Spots tapped the glass in front of Berry Punch. “Especially with your little problem.” Her eyes softened. “No one cares for you more than I do. Others won’t understand. We leave what we don’t understand.” She inclined to the door. “We can leave right now. Things can return to how they were supposed to be. Me and you. Just us.”
Berry Punch knew the words were a lie.
“No.”
Paint Spots actually looked taken aback.
“What?”
“I said no. I’m fine where I am.”
Paint Spots look turned confused.
“Well, I see. So, she already knows then?”
Berry Punch didn’t know where she was going with this, and she didn’t like it either.
Paint Spots lowered her voice to a whisper.
“Me and you both know you have difficulty finding a way to go on.”
The implication broke through her defenses and struck at her most private secret.
Paint Spots noticed the change in Berry Punch’s expression.
“So you have tried then? Or at least have a plan? Is it that old rope?” Paint Spots shook her head. “Didn’t you already try that before? Back in our old apartment? I helped you after your… attempt, then you turned around and left. Are you going to do the same to her? Leave her wandering in the dust of running from your problems?”
The words coming out of Paint Spots’ mouth hurt. They cut right to her deepest secret, one she didn’t know how to tell.
Paint Spots moved her hoof towards Berry Punch’s withers. Berry Punch flinched away. She shrugged and leaned back.
“Maybe you should leave her too. Would hurt her less then her watching you spiral. It’s only a matter of time with you.”
“You don’t know anything about her.”
“She works at a flower shop down in Ponyville. Works alongside her parents. Her dad’s a cripple. A nurse attends to him day and night.” Paint Spots smirked. “I know a lot more than you. I care about you more than you think. It’s why I’m in this city. I wanted to give you the opportunity.”
“To what?”
“To apologize. To me. Then I apologize to you.”
Berry Punch had no words for her. What could she say? When she lived with Paint Spots she always knew she was possessive to some extent, but now she was starting to worry she underestimated the mare.
Whether the sincerity in her eyes was real or not she couldn’t tell.
“I don’t forgive you.”
She sighed.
“I thought so. You always make things difficult. She doesn’t care as much about you, so much as her sister. You’re her retry. A broken little toy she can fix to feel better about herself.”
“How did you know about her--?”
“I told you, I care more than you know.” Paint Spots took on the air of parent speaking to a foal. “You aren’t her friend. She doesn’t love you. She’s using you to feel better about her dead sister. That’s all you are to her.”Dead? Roseluck always phrased it like she left? A distinctly uncomfortable feeling wormed around her chest. How did Paint Spots know so much? How did she find me here? Nothing had a good answer.
“Minuette’s a nice pony. We had some chats. I know what I know from her.”
“What?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“I know. She’s supposed to be your friend, right?” Paint Spots tapped her hoof on the counter. “Guess trust is a hard thing to come across.”She… told her all that? Willingly? She didn’t feel good. Nothing felt right. It was getting hard to breathe. She got off the bar stool, and staggered her way to the exit. Paint Spots didn’t call after her.I know where to go. Somewhere peaceful.
Roseluck yawned as she pushed herself up in the cot. She looked down at her pillow. A smear of drool on the pillow caused her to flip it over in embarrassment. I hope she didn’t see that . Roseluck looked over at the other cot.
The covers were sloppily pushed to the side, but no pony remained on the cot. Guess she’s already awake.
She made her way out to the bathroom, then she tidied up her mane and tail before she entered the living room. Juniper was reading a book, a steaming cup of coffee next to her on the table. No Berry Punch. Hm.
“Juniper, do you know where Berry Punch is?”
She looked up slightly concerned.
“She’s not back yet?”
“No. Back from where?” Roseluck had a bad feeling in her stomach.
“She went out to get some coffee from a cafe she saw on the way here. That was an hour ago.” Juniper pursed her lips. “I don’t want to worry about her, but could you take a look and make sure she’s alright? I can tell you where to go.”
“Of course, she’s my friend.” Roseluck listened intently to the directions. Once she was sure she got them down, she said goodbye and headed out the door.
The city was starting to wake up from it’s sleep. The morning rush was well and truly underway. As Roseluck approached the cafe she looked at the outside seating, but couldn’t see her. Maybe she’s inside?
The air of the cafe was filled with cinnamon, vanilla, and other sweeteners. Roseluck looked around the cafe. It didn’t take long. She’s not here. She sat down on the ground. This isn’t like Lily. She took a breathe. This isn’t the same.
“Excuse me, miss?”
Roseluck looked up to see a freckled mare smiling at her.
“Do you need something?”
“I’m looking for somepony.” Roseluck gave a description.
The mare thought for a moment.
“Nope, sorry, miss. I haven’t seen heads or tails of the pony you’re talking about.” She resumed her service smile. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
Roseluck shook her head.
“Thank you, but no.” Roseluck left the cafe feeling despondent. She didn’t know where Berry Punch would be. She didn’t know why she wasn’t here in the first place. Did she lie? Was it too much for her? Did I push her too far?
She was so caught up in her own thoughts she bumped into a table from the cafe as she was leaving. The sound of a cup hitting the ground brought her back to reality.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m just a little out of sorts right now.”
The peach mare smiled. Her gold eyes met hers warmly.
“Not a problem. I know what it’s like to be distracted. I had a… disagreement with a close friend recently.” The mare readjusted her headband on her yellow mane. “What about you?”
“I’m looking for my friend. She went out to get a coffee an hour ago, and hasn’t been back. I’m really worried about her.”
“Oh, that’s no good. Maybe I can help. What’s her name?”
“Berry Punch.”
“Berry Punch, Berry Punch...” The mare seemed to be in thought. “Oh! I remember her. We used to be friends when she still lived around Manehattan. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her. Does she still...” the mare lowered her voice “...drink? It was pretty bad last I heard.”
Roseluck didn’t feel comfortable discussing the topic. She hadn’t fully broached it with Berry Punch yet, and didn’t want to gossip to a stranger about her friends unhealthy habits.
“I just want to find her and make sure she’s okay.”
The mare nodded.
“I understand. I can show you her favorite bar if you want. Best to be thorough, you know?”
“Right.” She pushed down her own discomfort. I need to find her. Something struck her, the mare never told her her name. “Before we go, what’s you’re name?”
“Oh, sorry, it’s Artifice.”
Roseluck nodded and let Artifice lead the way. The bar wasn’t a long trek away from the cafe, only a two block walk.
The establishment wasn’t very busy when the two arrived. Good, it’ll make finding her easier. Roseluck didn’t know how to confront her friend about her issue. She bit her lip and followed Artifice into the bar. Artifice let Roseluck take the lead as they approached the counter.
The mare behind the counter quirked an eye at Artifice, but turned to face Roseluck.
“There something you need?”
“Yes, have you seen a pony around here?” Roseluck gave Berry Punch’s description. “Have you seen her?”
The mare behind the counter nodded.
“Certainly, she was here around an hour or so ago.” She eyed Artifice again. “I’m surprised you don’t know already.”
Roseluck was confused at the statement.
“What do you mean?”
The mare nodded to Artifice.
“She was talking to her earlier. It didn’t look like a pleasant conversation.”
Roseluck turned to Artifice.
“You knew she was here? Why didn’t you say anything, Artifice?”
Artifice shrugged.
“Must’ve slipped my mind.”
The lackadaisical answer didn’t help Roseluck’s frustration. She knew, why didn’t she--?
“’Artifice’? Thought your name was Paint Spots?” The mare behind the counter spoke up.
Everything clicked with that name. Berry Punch never described how she looked, but here she was. Paint Spots. How long would she have led me around ‘helping’ if the bar mare hadn’t said anything?
“Guess that secret's out.” She smiled lightly. “Nice to meet Berry Punch’s new, ah, friend.”
Roseluck wasn’t sure, but she could detect some jealously in the way she said friend. Roseluck’s frustration swirled into anger, but she tried to hold herself back. Here she is. The on e who hurt her. Standing right there.
“Honestly, I knew it wouldn’t hold long. Besides I wanted to talk to you anyway.”
“Why in Tartarus would I want to talk to you?”
“Just wanted to warn you to leave her alone. Friendly advice, she’ll let you down. Believe me, I know.”
“From what I know you’re the only one I should apply that advice too.”
Paint Spots snorted. “Sure, act high and mighty. I know why you became friends with her. She’s a replacement.”
“What?” Roseluck’s face scrunched up in confusion. What’s she talking about?
“For your sister. Somepony couldn’t move on from her. Just like she couldn’t stand to stay around alive anymore. Isn’t that right? She’s just like Lily--”
Roseluck didn’t let her finish. Between Berry Punch being missing, and her mentioning Lily something snapped.
“What the buck?” Paint Spots blinked from her spot on the floor. “You bucking hit me!” Blood streamed from her nose.
“Never say my sister’s name again.” She flicked her tail as she left the bar. Paint Spots whinged and whined after her, but Roseluck ignored her. She’s not worth it. I’ve wasted enough time as it is.
She walked aimlessly down the street, and thought of places where Berry Punch would go. The park? No. When her mind finally brought up the answer it felt obvious.
The trip took longer than expected, but Roseluck reached the section of the beach Berry Punch showed her yesterday. She found the entrance, and entered the cove.
“Berry Punch?” The relief she felt was immense. This isn’t like Lily, she’s still here.
The mare in question turned to look at her. Disbelief was clear on her tear streaked face.
“You’re here?” Berry Punch’s voice cracked. “Why’d you come?”
The response was not what Roseluck was expecting. “What do you mean? After I figured out what happened I came here. I mean, I had an unpleasant run in with Paint Spots, but otherwise I came straight here.”
“I thought you would’ve taken the opportunity, you know?” Berry Punch smiled emptily. “To leave.” Berry Punch looked down, and her ears drooped. “I shouldn’t have trusted somepony so soon. I knew she would find and hurt me again. She would find somepony to tell her everything then it would all fall apart. That’s what’s happening right now. The fragile structure I’ve built is falling apart. But it’s okay at least you can leave.”
Berry Punch let out a hollow laugh. “Right? That’s okay though, at least you won’t get hurt. I think it’s better this way. Why would it be any different?”
Roseluck couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She didn’t have any words to reply with, instead she walked forward and wrapped Berry Punch in a hug.
“She said a lot of awful things didn’t she?” Roseluck asked. I wish I was there. She felt Berry Punch fidget before she settled.
“Yes. It was like I was back in college again. I thought I could handle it, handle her, but I was wrong.” Berry Punch shook her head. “I can’t help but doubt you. I know how that sounds, but it’s difficult to trust anypony. Especially since you’re so nice.”
“I liked her, a lot. Love might be too strong, but it was close. She knew that. I spent so long thinking she cared the same way back. When she hit me I couldn’t stop thinking about what I did wrong, and if I could have done anything better. In the end I came to the conclusion she just didn’t care, or at least not in the same way I did. I felt used. I don’t want to feel like that again.”
Berry Punch got out of Roseluck’s hug and looked her in the eye. “I want to trust you, but I don’t know if I can.”
Despite herself Roseluck felt hurt at the statement, but she understood where Berry Punch was coming from. Somepony she cared about left her too, even if the circumstances were different. Roseluck thought carefully about what to say next.
“I care about you a lot.” Roseluck put a hoof on Berry Punch, and she didn’t flinch away. “I know you find it difficult to trust that, but it’s true.”
Berry Punch’s expression was torn between relief and unease.
“You don’t care about the alcohol?”
“I do, but I think we can work through it together.” Roseluck smiled. “If your okay with it, of course. How about—?”
Roseluck was surprised as Berry Punch darted forward and embraced her. She nearly fell over, but after recovering she returned the embrace.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
After a couple minutes Berry Punch released her and sniffled.
“There’s one other thing, she mentioned Minuette told her a lot of the things she knew.” Berry Punch fidgeted. “You don’t think she would do that right?”
Roseluck expression turned to surprise. Minuette? I’ve known her my whole life. Why would she…? She pushed down her anger. I can’t lash out without knowing why. Paint Spots tricked me at first too.
“We can figure it out once we get back to Ponyville. I don’t know, but I have a feeling Minuette may not have known who she was talking to.”
“How?” Roseluck recognized the suspicion in Berry Punch’s eyes. After meeting Paint Spots for herself she didn’t blame her for it either. She’d have to handle this very carefully.
“When I ran into Paint Spots I didn’t realize it was her at first. She pretended to be somepony else, Artifice, and offered to help. She could have tried to trick me further, but she let herself be discovered. She wanted to talk.”
“It wasn’t long. After she mentioned my sister alongside some implications. I… I punched her.” Roseluck had complicated feelings about it. On one hoof she didn’t like violence on the other the reaction from Paint Spots was satisfying. She made a note to control herself better next time. I’m not like her.
Berry Punch looked at her in surprise.
“You punched her?”
Roseluck nodded. She could see Berry Punch took some satisfaction from it too as a small smile crossed her face.
“Thank you. I know it wasn’t for me, but thank you.”
“It was partly for you,” Roseluck admitted. “She tried to complain about it afterwords.”
Berry Punch laughed.
“That sounds like her.” Berry Punch expression turned more solemn. “Hey, she talked about your sister a lot. I—is she really?”
“Dead?” Roseluck took a deep breath. “Yes. She has been for six years. Sometimes it’s easier to pretend she’s still out there. That one day she’ll come home, and I don’t have to say goodbye forever. I’m sorry if you felt I lied to you. I’m still finding a way to move forward with it. Some days are easier than others. I’m sorry you learned that from her instead of me.” Makes it more important to figure out why Minuette told her that in the first place.
“Are you ready to head back?” Roseluck asked.
Berry Punch nodded.
When the two arrived, her parents were, as expected, relieved to see her. It was late afternoon by the time they made it back since Berry Punch wanted some time to decompress since her parents would have questions. Meeting Paint Spots again had dredged up a whole host of memories for her. She was glad she wouldn’t have to answer her parents questions alone.
Another thing that worried her was what exactly Paint Spots told Roseluck. Roseluck explained it sure, but she wanted to know the exact words. At the same time she didn’t want to pester Roseluck. The fact Roseluck knew she was an alcoholic didn’t help matters either. She internally groaned. I knew this trip wasn’t going to be simple, but why did she have to show up?
Her mind promptly brought up Minuette. That too. Why did Minuette tell her anything? Is like Roseluck says? She lied to her too? That burning suspicion she normally felt narrowed in on her friend. I’ll have to be more careful until we get an answer.
“Berry Punch, sweetie, are you okay?” Her father’s calm voice brought her back to the present.Right. I have to explain this to them. And more. Roseluck was sitting next to her. That was a comfort. Her parents sat across from her on the other couch. That was another comfort.
“I met Paint Spots today. She got into my head again. It was like she never left. I should have left, but I didn’t. She said a lot of awful things I won’t repeat, but it hurt to hear.” She nervously tapped her hoof. “I hid at the cove, down by the beach. That’s where Roseluck found me and calmed me down. After that we took a walk through the park so I could gather my thoughts.”
As Berry Punch finished the short retelling, her parents digested the information.
“That awful mare, what an unlucky pony to run into.” Her mother smiled. “I’m glad Roseluck was able to help. How did you find her?”
Roseluck retold her part of the story, although, she hesitated before saying she punched her. Clearly, she had some misgivings about the way she handled the situation. Berry Punch secretly didn’t. She didn’t like violence either, but she couldn’t find it in herself to feel bad for Paint Spots.
Her mother nodded in understanding, while her father felt more amused by the situation.
“Sounds like she had it coming. I’m glad you could get our daughter back here fine.”
“I am happy too.” Juniper smiled. “You're a good friend. And Berry Punch, don’t beat yourself up about it, okay?”
Her mother looked her in the eye.
“It’s not your fault.”
Berry Punch sniffled and nodded.
Her mother sat back with a nod.
“While we’re on the topic of her, could you tell us what happened? You made your way to Ponyville, how?”
Berry Punch prepared herself for the rest of the story. She knew they might not take it well.
“She had a bad day. I was somepony she could take it out on. She pushed me, and I finally pushed back. Then she…hit…me.” She paused. The memory of the day was thoroughly unpleasant. “After that she stormed out of the apartment. Something just clicked, I needed to leave. So I packed the minimal amount of stuff I could, but I couldn’t find your carving. I must’ve torn the apartment apart looking for it.”
“I should’ve left without it, but I couldn’t. I was running out of time, and right when I finished the search the door opened and she came back.” Berry Punch looked away at the clock. The second hand ticked towards the next minute while she gathered herself. “She had taken it with her. I guess she thought I would leave her.” Berry Punch laughed emptily. “She was right, as usual.”
“I eventually managed to get your carving and leave one early morning a couple months after we graduated. I bought the cheapest ticket with what I had left and waited for the train to take me there. I didn’t have a plan. I didn’t even read the place where I was going. I knew I needed to get away. That was it.”
“When I arrived Sour Whiskey found me wandering through town. I was suspicious of him at first, but once he realized I didn’t have a place to go he offered a room upstairs in his bar. Work too if I wanted it.” Berry Punch smiled at the memory. Despite her grievances with her job, he was a nice pony at heart. The work wasn’t even hard for her either, just dull. She remembered Copper Tail. And frustrating some days. ”Once I was on my hooves I saved enough bits and bought a house in town. That’s how I got to Ponyville.”
Juniper had an intense look on her face.
“She hit you?”
Berry Punch nervously nodded.
“Hmm. Thank you Roseluck. She deserved it.”
Foster Cake was surprised at his wife’s response.
“You don’t usually—”
“Well, when it’s my own daughter I feel more strongly about it, dear.” Juniper gently smiled at Berry Punch. “I’m glad you found a place to stay. I’m thankful for the ponies who helped you when you needed it, and I hope you take your time to recover. Be easy on yourself, okay?”
“Okay.”
Foster Cake cracked a smile.
“I think what everypony here could use is a nice dinner, hm?”
Berry Punch perked up at the thought of a homemade dinner by her dad.
Juniper pecked him on the cheek.
“I think that sounds great, dear. Why don’t you and Berry Punch make dinner. I’d like to talk to Roseluck.” Berry Punch looked at her mother questioningly, but her mother’s poker face revealed nothing.
She followed her dad out of the room, and into the kitchen. She strained her ears to try and hear what they were talking about, but could only catch intelligible noise.
“Alright, we’re going to make a simple vegetable pasta.” He smiled at her. “Ready to start? It’ll be just like when you were younger.”
Berry Punch smiled back.
She followed her father’s instructions, bringing a large pot filled with water to the stove top. Her father carefully moved the knob allowing the fire crystal to heat up steadily. While he did that, she brought out a box of thin pasta. She also brought out the grape tomatoes, mushrooms, cooking oil, garlic powder, salt, and black pepper. Once all the ingredients were set out, her father showed her how to cut the mushrooms and grape tomatoes. While she cut them up, her father got out a skillet and poured a small amount onto it before heating it up as well.
“So, Paint Spots wasn’t the pony you thought she was...?” The lifting of his voice unintentionally turned the statement into a question. He shook his head and started again, “Sorry, I’m just trying to wrap my head around this. I know you’ve said your peace, but it’s hard to hear you were hurt so much and I didn’t know a thing.”
Berry Punch paused in her chopping before she resumed.
“No, she wasn’t. Maybe at first she was, but I guess I was too stupid to see through it.” She focused more in on cutting each mushroom right. “I was just happy she seemed to genuinely like me, and not chastise me about following my mark. It really did seem like she cared.” Berry Punch snorted. “She was good at that though. Lying should have been her special talent. Gullibility should have been mine.”
“While I can’t understand personally, I think you’re selling yourself short.” Foster Cake looked her in the eye. “You can’t take her act of manipulation and blame yourself for it.” Before Berry Punch could protest, Foster Cake continued, “Besides, I have a feeling she’s not really happy with herself. Ponies like that find it difficult to make genuine connections. Could just be my uneducated brain talking though. I haven’t been to college like you or your mother.” He chuckled at the self-deprecating comment.
“What I’m trying to say is: Try not to let that mare drag down the present.” Berry Punch looked down at the table. “Also, don’t forget about Roseluck. She cares a lot about you, you know? From what I know she went out to look for you once she knew you hadn’t come back. Not an ounce of hesitation. Don’t sell her short either.”
Berry Punch could see he was right, logically at least, but it was difficult to believe. Three years were spent believing somepony cared about her, all wasted in the end. Even if her heart felt different about Roseluck, even if she was growing more attached over the months that passed. She didn’t feel strong enough to overcome her own suspicion. Despite all the facts to the contrary. Then there was still the question of Minuette.
She couldn’t make up her mind now. Too much had happened in the past day. She was spent emotionally, and made up her mind to think about it later.
All she could come up with to say was, “I’ll try.”
Foster Cake nodded in satisfaction. “That’s enough, as long as it’s an honest effort.” Foster nodded to the chopped up mushrooms. “You can put those in the skillet now. They look great.”
Berry Punch found it in herself to smile.
“Thank you.”
“Here, chop these in half while I get the mushrooms ready.” A sizzling sound filled the room alongside the smell of cooking mushrooms. A couple minutes later the grape tomatoes, all sliced neatly in two, were added to the mix. The pasta had been added in the pot and had finished softening. The pasta was added to the skillet with a good amount of butter. She watched as her dad masterfully mixed the ingredients together. The smell coming from the skillet was causing her stomach to growl.
He finished with a flourish of spices. He held out a fork with a bit of pasta and mushroom on it.
“Give it a try.”
Berry Punch took a bite, then another. The taste was just like she remembered. The mix of tomato, mushroom and pasta slathered in butter hit just right.
“Good?”
“Mmph-hm!”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Foster chuckled. Before calling the other two from the living room.
Foster and Berry Punch set the table while the other two walked in talking and laughing.
As everypony settled at the table Berry Punch felt slightly better. She and Roseluck talked about some of the happier memories Berry Punch had in Ponyville. The Summer Sun Celebration being one of them in particular.
The conversation helped distract her from the events of today if only for a little bit.
Berry Punch made her cot. She hadn’t been here since this morning. Despite the evening being a good distraction, once she was alone things were different. A lot of unpleasant memories had been dislodged from their spots in her mind. Now they floated around her, a constant reminder of what she tried so hard to forget.
“You feeling okay?”
Roseluck’s voice managed to ground her, but it would only last as long as she was around. What happens when I go home? Alone? They were leaving in the morning tomorrow. Until then she didn’t want to think about it.
“Better.” The answer wasn’t entirely a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either. “I’m not looking forward to talking with Minuette. What if she’s like her? What if she really told her all that on purpose? Just to mess with me and you.”
Roseluck put a hoof on Berry Punch’s shoulder. Berry Punch allowed the hoof to stay.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, “but I don’t think speculation helps. We’ll cross that bridge if it ever comes to that.” Roseluck gave a small smile. “I have a feeling it’s not as bad as you think.”
Berry Punch could see the uncertainty in Roseluck’s eyes. She decided to stay cautious, just in case. “Okay. I’ll try and not think too hard about it.”
Roseluck nodded.
“Is there anything else you want to talk about?”So much, but my tongue's tied down. I don’t know if I’ll ever find the strength to say it all.
“No. Today was long.” Berry Punch thought for a moment. “I do want to say thank you. For finding me. For listening. It meant a lot.”
Roseluck smiled.
“Of course. Anytime. It’s what friends are for.”
There was a feeling she couldn’t articulate. Her chest felt warm and fuzzy. She tried to push it down, but the feeling only became more insistent. She mumbled a reply back to Roseluck.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you?”
“I said thanks, again.” Berry Punch needed time to untangled the emotional mess in her heart. Now’s not the time.
The two settled in their individual cots. Berry Punch’s mind swirled with positive and negative emotions alike as she settled into an uncertain sleep.
The loud screech of metal cut through the chill fall air. The train had arrived. Berry Punch and Roseluck waited for the ponies to depart. Her parents waited alongside them, though they wouldn’t be going with them.
“Oh! Nearly forgot!” Foster Cake dug through his saddlebags and pulled out a wooden carving of Manehatten. The wood work was immaculate. Her dad had improved his craft while she was gone. The buildings were painted this time as well. A small recreation of her parents’ home was at the center of the piece.
Berry Punch carefully took the gift and placed it in her own saddlebags, before she gave her dad and mom a hug.
“Thank you, both of you.” She felt tears fall from her eyes. “I’m sorry I ignored you for so long. I promise I’ll send letters back this time.”
“Not a problem at all, you were just going through a tough time,” Foster Cake reassured. “You have Roseluck with you, remember that.”
“Exactly, we’re just glad you reached out after all this time. Don’t let that mare, Paint Spots, drag you down.”
The conductor shouted for ponies to start boarding, and Berry Punch released the two from her grasp. Giving both of them goodbyes, Berry Punch and Roseluck boarded the train.
The train ride home passed by quickly, mostly because Berry Punch had spent the better part of it napping.
“Hey, we’re here,” Roseluck said.
“What?” Berry Punch blearily responded. “A little more time then we can go.” This seat is so comfortable and warm, and… has a heartbeat? Berry Punch shot awake. “I’m so sorry. I fell asleep against you. I didn’t mean to, I was just so tired and—” Roseluck’s laughter brought Berry Punch out of her stammering.
“You’re alright, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Roseluck said. “Now, let’s get off this train.”
The two disembarked and made there way into town. Berry Punch let Roseluck lead the way. It was only about when Minuette’s house appeared that Berry Punch remembered what they needed to talk about. Berry Punch prepared herself for another difficult conversation. This time she didn’t know what to expect.
Author's Note
Don't worry, no cliffhanger this time!
Between Winter and Spring
Roseluck knocked on the door. She hadn't said a word on the way there. Berry Punch had a feeling she wasn't looking forward to the conversation either.
Minuette pulled open the door.
"Oh, hey! You're back. How'd it go?"
"Can we talk about something?" Roseluck's tone was neutral.
"Um, sure." Minuette, more than a little confused, led them to the living room.
They must have interrupted one of Minuette's projects since wooden parts were scattered all over the center table with a half-assembled clock in the middle of the mess.
"Sorry, here let me clear this off." The parts flew through the air towards a workbench in the corner of the room. With the table clear, Roseluck and and Berry Punch sat on one couch while Minuette sat across from them.
Berry Punch waited for Roseluck to start the conversation. She knows her better than I do. Roseluck seemed to be thinking about how to approach the situation. Minuette started to tap one of her hooves.
"Roseluck, what's this about?"
"Do you know who Paint Spots is?" The question cut right to the heart of the matter.
Minuette started.
"Yes... we're pen-pals. How did you know--?"
"We met her in Manehattan." Roseluck's voice betrayed some anger, but she kept a level head. "She said you told her a lot of things about me. About Lily."
Now Minuette looked worried.
"She wasn't supposed to tell anypony about that. It was a secret."
"So you knew?"
"I did, but Roseluck listen. Let me explain, please!"
Roseluck took a deep breath and sat back.
"Go ahead."
"It started after I met Berry Punch. I didn't think too much about it. It seemed like an honest mistake, misaddressing a letter. I sent it back with a response, then she sent another back to me. After that we started to exchange letters regularly. She was polite, and interested in my projects so we kept talking."
Minuette deflated.
"She seemed so nice. She'd slip these questions in between praise and other innocuous statements. At first it seemed strange, but they weren't that personal. At first. Then some really personal ones came in another letter. I didn't answer at first, but she kept asking them. Eventually I gave what I thought was a non-answer. I guess she got more from it then I expected. I'm sorry she brought up Lily. I would never hurt you like that."
Berry Punch digested the answer. Things made a lot more sense now. She manipulated Minuette just like Roseluck back in Manehattan. Only this time it was for longer.
"It wasn't just that." Berry Punch spoke up. "You told her about where we were going."
By the look on Minuette's face she didn't understand the implication. Berry Punch gathered herself and retold her side of the story. Leaving out only a few details. Minuette's face fell with every word. By the end of it she was crying.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know she hurt you like that. I'll stop talking to her, okay? And you can have the letters she sent me, if you want." Minuette floated a stack of letters over to Berry Punch. Berry Punch looked over the stack. The thought of reading her words made her feel sick. She didn't want to see how she manipulated her friend. She'd seen her do it enough herself.
"Just burn them. I don't want to read them."
Minuette nodded. Without hesitation she took the stack and deposited it into the fireplace. With one match the letters slowly burned to ash.
Minuette had guilt in her expression. Berry Punch didn't like that. She doesn't deserve to feel bad about what Paint Spots used her for.
"Do you have any hot chocolate we can make?"
Minuette perked up.
"Yes. Anything to make it up to you." Minuette turned to Roseluck with more uncertainty. "Do you want some too?"
Roseluck sighed.
"Yes, but one more thing."
Minuette nodded.
"Don't tell anypony else you don't know about Lily. I trusted you with that. Please don't break that trust again."
"I understand Roseluck. Again, I'm sorry."
Roseluck nodded.
"I'm still a little mad, but I think things will be better after a cup of hot chocolate." Roseluck smiled.
Minuette returned the smile.
"I'll go get some ready then."
As the trio talked in the living room Berry Punch's mind lingered on what was pulled loose from her mind. Things were fine now while she was around her friends. It was when she was alone where she doubted things would be okay.
Author's Note
Yep! Double chapter update!
Between Winter and Spring
"I'm sorry!" Berry Punch said nervously. Great, first time here, and I've already messed up. Pay attention! "I can help pick those up?" Berry Punch's shaky voice unintentionally turned the statement into a question. Damn nerves, calm down for a second. The peach mare flashed her a smile.
"Oh, you're fine. Besides," The mare's horn glowed a light yellow, and all the books floated up and were re-stacked in their original position, "Magic goes a long way. Now they should be fine, unless I'm bumped into again." She winked at Berry Punch who's only response was an embarrassed blush. "So, where were you off to?" Berry Punch pounced at the change in subject.
"I'm starting my next semester at Upper North," Berry Punch said.
"Really? That's interesting, I was just returning for my own spring semester there," the mare said. "Oh, my name's Paint Spots by the way. My friends just call me Spots." Paint Spots looked her up and down. “You’re a first year aren’t you?”
Berry Punch nodded. “I’m guessing you’re not?”
“Second year, but my program lasts for five years since my parents want me to have a shiny record when I graduate.” Paint Spots rolled her eyes. “I’m guessing you’re doing the traditional four years?”
“Yeah, it’s what my grant pays for.”
Paint Spots’ eyebrow raised in surprise.
“You have a four year grant?”
Berry Punch shuffled in place.
“Yeah, I won it senior year during an art competition. It’s nothing compared to what I’ve seen here though.”
“I bet. There’s a lot of talent here, that’s for sure.” Paint Spots peered at her mark. “Oh, your mark isn’t for painting.”
Berry Punch clammed up defensively.
“No. Is there a problem?”
Paint Spots shook her head.
“Not at all. It’s impressive, really. Hey, do you have any friends around here? Ponies aren’t mistreating you are they?”
Berry Punch shuffled in place.
“No… but they aren’t really talking to me either.”
Paint Spots frowned.
“That’s not right.” Paint Spots nodded to herself. “Look, I’ll be your friend. Everypony needs one. And, hey, I’ve been through your classes already. I can give you some heads up on some of the trickier course work.”
Berry Punch managed a smile.
“I’d like that.”
“It’s not a problem. Not at all.”
Berry Punch woke up in a panic. She frantically looked around the room, and expected to see her old apartment bedroom. Her Ponyville bedroom greeted her. She tried to get her breathing under control, but ever since Manehattan she had been more paranoid. Paint Spots had found her in the city, through Minuette she found her.
She had told Roseluck she was fine. She had lied. She was no where near fine. All her old memories had been stirred from the muck, and dredged to the forefront of her mind. She didn’t want to remember at all. She looked at the date today. Great.
Berry Punch pulled out a bottle from below her bed.
“Happy birthday to me, I guess.”
The cork popped off the bottle.
What’s one bottle?
“What’s a little money between friends?” Paint Spots winked before paying for her books.
“Thank you! I didn’t know how I was going to afford them since they’re outside the terms of my grant.”
“Not a problem, I like helping newer students. It’s nothing, my parents have plenty to spare.”
“Rich parents, huh?”
“You could say that, but I try not to let it influence me.”
“That’s good.”
“Hey, you look a little down. Are you okay?”
“It’s nothing. I can handle it.”
“Come on, we’re friends, you can tell me anything. I promise I won’t tell another soul.”
“Well, I…” Berry Punch mumbled the rest, embarrassed.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“I’m having trouble affording my apartment. I shouldn’t worry you about it, but the thought of it stresses me out.”
“I can’t stand for that.”
“What?”
“Look, I have an extra space you can use. I used to have a roommate, but, eh.” She made a face. “Didn’t work out.”
“You don’t have to do this. I can figure—”
“Berry Punch, listen. You’re my friend. I don’t want you stressing out about if you’re going to have a place to live in a weeks time. I have an extra room, you need a place to crash. It works out. And hey, you can always move out later when you get your hooves under you.”
“…”
“Think about it at least. The offer’s always open.”
Hoofsteps echoed down the hallway.
“Wait! I could use a temporary place to stay at.”
Paint Spots turned around and smiled.
“It works out then. Just let me know if you need help moving in. I have friends who can help too.”
Berry Punch nodded.
“Thank you, Paint Spots. You’re a good friend.”
“No problem. I have a feeling this’ll work out for both of us.”
Berry Punch ripped up the old picture of her and Paint Spots. Why did I even keep this? As a reminder of how stupid I was? She stared at the shredded image on the ground and the empty bottle beside it. It’s not enough. What’s another bottle at this point?
She pulled another one up from beneath the bed. She laid back on said bed and took swigs every now and again. Things were starting to feel warm, and her vision started to swim. At what point do these memories just stop? At what point will I just forget it all?
Berry Punch frantically pushed more into her saddlebags. She didn’t know when Paint Spots was coming home. There was only so much time left. She gritted her teeth than winced. The bruise on her face still hurt. She sniffled.
“Why am I so stupid? She won’t change.” She eyed the door nervously. “No time to think. Just pack.” She forced herself to prioritize. Wherever she went she could get back on her hooves again. At least my talent is worth something.
She double checked the contents, and found one item missing. My dad’s gift. She searched around the apartment, ripped off couch cushions, and looked under anything it could have fallen under.
She was so focused on the search for her dad’s gift that a click from the door caught her by surprise.
“So this is what you were doing behind my back?”
No. Her heart sank into her hooves. No… I was so close. Berry Punch didn’t bother to look back at her. The hopelessness had already seeped into her, and sapped her of strength. Paint Spots wrapped her hooves around her. She shivered at the unwanted physical contact.
“What were you thinking?” Her voice dripped with condescension. “Abandoning me? After all I’ve done for you? So selfish.”
She could hear Paint Spots dig something out of her saddlebags.
“Looking for this?”
Placed down in front of her was the wooden carving she was looking for. She knew. The whole time she knew. Paint Spots snatched the item away once she was sure Berry Punch saw it.
“Why?” She managed to choke out.
“Because I know better for you. Don’t you know that?” She forcefully turned Berry Punch’s head to face her. “Why would you throw everything away for one little mistake?”
“You hurt me.”
“I did, but I didn’t mean it. Next time I promise I’ll be better.” Paint Spots frowned. “I’ll apologize if you apologize for trying to leave first .” Her tone brokered no argument. Berry Punch nervously thought over the prospect. Paint Spots still had her Dad’s gift. She wouldn’t leave without it. That, and some part of her felt Paint Spots might keep her promise this time. It felt like a fool’s hope, but some hope to grasp to was more enticing than none.
She apologized.
She lied in return.
Her mind was in a haze as she laid on the floor. The ceiling was spinning in circles above her. A distant clink of bottles. A burning feeling in her throat. It was hard to know what had happened. She didn’t know when she ended up in the living room.
A distant noise was annoying her. Sounded like hammering a nail into a wall. Sure as Tartarus wasn’t helping her headache.
Something was bugging her, like the never ending repetitive noise in the background. Did she forget something? Berry Punch almost hoped she did, but some part of her felt guilty. Why? What was she supposed to feel guilty about? Her sluggish mind couldn’t grasp an answer, so she settled back into a meaningless haze. That was until her front door burst open.
“Berry Punch?” Said pony tried to move to figure out who was talking to her, and ask why they barged into her house. Berry Punch only managed to push herself up before she hit the ground again. A bunch of bottles were knocked to the side as she fell, creating a loud clattering noise. “What happened!?”
Berry Punch felt somepony pick her up.
“Are you okay? Can you hear me?”
She could, but responding was difficult. It was hard to breath much less speak. How much did I drink? How much… her thoughts trailed off as her eyelids closed.
“Hey! Don’t close your eyes. Berry Punch!”
The voice got more and more distant as she fell deeper into the sea of her mind.
The cold bit at her as she walked at a brisk pace through the snow. The train station was close, all she had to do was reach it. She kept her head on the swivel as she walked. She couldn’t possibly know. She can’t know.
The warm glow of the train station lights greeted her. She wouldn’t feel relief until she got her ticket and the train was leaving.
A bored ticket pony greeted her with a yawn.
“Do you have a ticket to present?”
“No. I want to buy one.”
“Where to?”
“Just give me the cheapest. I don’t care where.”
The pony gave her a strange look, but acquiesced with her request.
“Thank you.”
Berry Punch didn’t even read the place on the ticket, only the train number. Seven .
She went down the line until she found the train number. She had her ticket punched as she boarded. There was nopony else in the cabin with her. She set her saddlebags to the side and laid her head on the table.
As the train pulled from the station the cabin remained empty.
Something in her broke. Everything she had been holding back burst like a water from a crumbled dam. She didn’t know how long she sat and cried and babbled to herself. At times her voice would raise and she would be shouting, and other times her voice lowered to a defeated whisper.
By the end of the train ride she felt worn out. Her cheeks were tear-streaked and her voice was raw. She still didn’t know where it had taken her. She looked out the window. A small country-side town greeted her.
‘Welcome to Ponyville!’ a sign read.
She grabbed her saddlebags and departed the train.
“Here goes.”
She entered town. As she aimlessly wandered the streets she thought of what to do next. Maybe find a job first. Should’ve planned this out better. Maybe leaving wasn’t the best idea? She remembered the bruise on her cheek. No. I’ll make it work. Somehow.
“Hey. You seem lost. Are you?” The gruff voice didn’t inspire confidence.
Berry Punch turned to see a brown coated stallion behind her.
“Why are you asking?”
He sighed.
“Look, I don’t know what brought you here. I’m not fishing for anything. I’m asking because it’s six in the morning and you’re out here in the cold. This town’s close knit, and I ain’t seen you before. You’re either visiting somepony or lost. This ain’t exactly a tourist destination.”
The stallion’s sharp observation didn’t help her suspicion, but he was also right. She was lost in a way. There was no where for her to go here. She mentally sighed and conceded.
“I don’t have anywhere to go.”
He frowned.
“Nowhere?” He bit his lip in thought. “You know, that ain’t right. My place doesn’t have an extra room and the couch isn’t the best.” He snorted. “Buck it, I have an extra room upstairs at my business. Supposed to be an office, but I never use it on account of I have one at home. There’s a mattress you can use on an old frame. Should be comfy enough. Come on.”
He walked past her, and she was too stunned to follow.
Eventually he noticed she didn’t move, and looked back at her.
“Well, you gonna stand and gawk? Let’s get a move on. Day’s not getting any warmer.”
She shook herself out of her stupor, and caught up to him.
“Why?”
“I already told you. It ain’t right. You got no where to go, and I ain’t gonna let you freeze out here on account of that.”
She almost couldn’t believe her luck. He was a little prickly, but at least he was nice.
The door to the bar creaked open.
“You work at a bar?”
“I own the bar.” He chuckled dryly. “I guess you could say I also work here. Not that there’s anypony else to do it.”
“Nopony else works for you?”
“Nope! Nopony ‘round here has any talent for it. Besides me and the Apple family, but they have their own side business with alcoholic cider so no takers to work here. Why are you asking? Need a job?”
“You could say that.”
“We’ll talk about it later. For now,” he gestured to the stairs, “the room is up there. No guests can come up there, so you won’t be bothered.”
Berry Punch eyed the stairs.
“Does the door lock?”
“That it does.” He fished a key out of his saddlebags. “This is the key, so you can lock it when you’re not there or if you don’t want me up there.”
“You’re… really nice.”
“I’m just helping a pony in need.” His eyes had a wistful look in them. “I needed that once, and somepony helped me. I’m just returning the good will in turn.” His expression turned more serious. “Now don’t go spreading that around. I have a grumpy reputation to uphold. Keeps the rowdy ones in check around the establishment.”
Berry Punch nodded.
“I promise not to.”
“I’ll leave you to it. This place won’t open properly for a couple hours. The noise shouldn’t be too bad until later at night. I can see you’re tired, so get some rest. We can talk about that job later tonight once I close.”
“Thank you.”
“Nothing to it.”
Berry Punch walked up the stairs and entered the room. She locked the door behind her. True to his word, it was an old office with a desk and a couple chairs all shoved to the side of the wall. A bed was alongside the left wall with a thick blanket laid on top of it. Berry Punch hung her saddlebags on the bed post before she laid down and wrapped herself in the blankets.
For the first time in a long time she slept soundly.
Berry Punch sluggishly opened her eyes. Her head hurt. Everything hurt. She could feel an IV in her front right leg. She tried to sit up, but nausea forced her back down. She couldn’t remember getting here.
“Hi, Berry Punch.” Roseluck sniffled. “Happy birthday.” Oh no. No, no, no. She didn’t find me like that. Please don’t say she did. She wasn’t supposed to see.
When Roseluck didn’t add anything further the room lapsed into an uneasy quiet. Berry Punch found it difficult to meet her eyes, and opted to stare at the wall.
“I had set up a little surprise party for you,” Roseluck started. “It wasn’t much, just two close friends of mine and my mother. I came here to get you once it was all ready, but you wouldn’t answer the door.” Shakily Roseluck continued, “So I opened it and found you on the floor. Bottles everywhere. The room stank of alcohol. You tried to get up, but you fell. Then you wouldn’t respond, and your eyes closed. I didn’t know what to do, so I brought you to Ponyville Hospital.”
Berry Punch only wilted further as Roseluck talked. The pounding headache didn’t help her thought process, and she couldn’t manage even a meek ‘sorry’. Roseluck didn’t seem to take the lack of a response well.
“Are you going to say anything?” Her voice wavered. “Anything at all?”
Berry Punch looked away from her. She couldn’t look her in the eye. She couldn’t give her an answer. What could I say?
“Please say something.” The desperation in her voice wrenched at Berry Punch’s heart. How do I explain this away? Nothing popped up in her mind. Everything was sluggish and blank.
“Please.”
She wanted to say so much, but her mouth wouldn’t move.
Roseluck got up and quietly left the room.
The emptiness she left behind cut into Berry Punch, and hurt more than psychical pain. She couldn’t blame Paint Spots for this. This mess was all hers. What had Roseluck done to deserve this? Nothing. I hurt her. She deflated at the realization.
She remembered when Roseluck first knocked at her door. When she helped her patch up her wound. When she invited her over for tea, and confided in her about her sister. When Minuette and her took her out to the Summer Sun Celebration. When she helped her reconnect with her parents. Comforted her after Paint Spots. All that and more, and she returned the favor like this.
The guilt she felt festered and swelled. She hoped Roseluck would come back. She should have said something. She felt tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered to the empty room.
The hours passed in a blur.
Once the nurses knew she was awake, she was informed her stomach was pumped, and she should expect to feel nauseous and dehydrated for some time. They were keeping her overnight to monitor her, and if nothing seemed out of the ordinary she would be discharged in the morning.
She stayed mute throughout the explanation.
“Can you talk? Are you feeling well?”
“Is… is Roseluck coming back?”
“I’m sure your friend will be back soon,” the nurse assured. “For now, relax. If you need any help just call out.”
Berry Punch dully nodded and laid back in her bed.
She didn’t know if Roseluck would come back. She messed up so badly, her friendship might just be damaged beyond repair. I bucked up. She stared at a point on the ceiling.
Her ears perked up at the sound of hoofsteps down the hall. She wasn’t sure it was Roseluck, but a dim hope was better than none.
She could hear Minuette’s voice and a nurse talking. She sank back in her bed. No Roseluck.
A moment later Minuette entered the room
“Oh, hey, you’re awake.” She smiled shakily. “I’m glad you’re okay. Um, I heard you passed out at your house earlier today.” It’s not Roseluck, but she’s still my friend.
“I did something stupid. How did you find out I was here?” Did Roseluck tell you?
Minuette pulled up a chair.
“Sour told me. Roseluck told him, I think.” Minuette shuffled uncomfortably. “Speaking of Roseluck, I haven’t seen her all day. Did she visit you?”
“She brought me here. Like I said I did something stupid.”
Minuette listened while Berry Punch explained what she could remember.
“Berry Punch… I don’t know what to say.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t. I…” Minuette looked her in the eye. “You didn’t say anything? Nothing?”
“No, I didn’t know what to say.”
“It doesn’t matter, you still say something. She can’t read your mind!” Minuette took a breath. “I’m sorry, it’s just she found her. She found Lily on that day. Then she finds you like that. I can’t imagine what she’s feeling.” Before Berry Punch could speak up Minuette put her hoof over her mouth. “I know you’re hurting too, but that doesn’t give you a blank check to hurt somepony else. Even if it wasn’t intentional.” She leaned back.
The two sat in silence.
“I’m going to check on her. See if she’s doing alright. I’ll let you think about what I said.”
“Hey, Minuette?”
The blue mare paused at the doorway.
“Thank you for being honest.”
Her ear twitched and then she left the room.
Berry Punch thought over the short conversation. Some part of her wanted to lash out at the words. Another part took the words and examined them, digested them. I didn’t mean to hurt her, but I did. Then I hurt her again when I didn’t say anything. What a mess Berry Punch. What a mess.
At least I have some time to put together an apology.
As the time passed she tried a number of ways to apologize, but none of them felt genuine. In the end she decided to take a page from Minuette’s book. Be honest. Even if what I’m going to say will hurt me.
With her method figured out, she waited and hoped Roseluck would come back. Each hour that passed left her feeling more doubtful that she would return. At some point she started to doze off when a knock at her door woke her up.
“Are you awake, Berry Punch? You have a visitor.”
“Yes, I’m up.”
“Alright, I’ll leave you two be then.”
Roseluck entered the room. Berry Punch was awash with relief, and a twinge of worry. She quietly sat down and waited.
“I’m sorry.”
Roseluck’s impassive expression split into sadness and relief.
“I honestly didn’t know what to think. Finding you on the floor like that.” Roseluck took a moment to compose herself. Berry Punch noticed the tear streaks down her cheeks. The guilt only swirled more. “I know Minuette told you already, but it reminded me of finding Lily. Except…” she choked back a sob. “Except she was already gone by the time I found her. I was so scared the same thing had happened.
“Then when you didn’t respond. I panicked. I tried to keep you awake, but nothing worked. It’s like you were slipping away in front of me. I just carried you to the hospital, and hoped I got there in time.
“Then when you finally wake up. I felt so relieved, but I wanted to know why. You said you were fine. Why would you do something like that? When you didn’t respond I felt lost. It was like you weren’t even there. I’m glad you apologized, but I don’t think its enough.” Roseluck sniffled. “I think we need to have a talk about your alcoholism.
“I’m not going to drag you to sobriety, but I’m also not going to watch you deteriorate away in front of me either. You can agree or not, but if you don’t… I’m going to leave this room and I’m not coming back.”
Roseluck sat back and waited for a reply, hope in her eyes.
Berry Punch had felt this coming for a long time. She knew her problem would be an obstacle in any future friendship or relationship. Now she had to make a choice. She would have to let Roseluck in her home to help. All of her home. She needed to trust Roseluck with her heart. Or she could go back to how things used to be. Predictable, but lonely; or uncertain, but loved. She closed her eyes.
“I’ll try. I promise.” The words were difficult to say, but she forced them out.
When she opened her eyes she found herself wrapped in an embrace.
“Thank you. I know that it’ll be hard, but I’ll be there for you every step of the way.”
“I’m sorry, again. I won’t let it happen again. Next time I’ll reach out to you.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Roseluck sat back in her chair with a sniffle. “Remember I’m right next door, silly.”
Berry Punch smiled.
“I will.”
Roseluck wiped her eyes. “Now, I went looking for AA or NA groups, but they’re aren’t any in Ponyville. The closest are in Canterlot. They meet every month, so I was thinking we could try and make a trip up there next month.”
The suddenness of the commitment took Berry Punch for a spin, but she was determined to get better. Not just for Roseluck, but for herself too.
“Okay, as long as you’re there with me.”
Roseluck nodded.
“Of course.”
“Thank you, I know you don’t have to.”
“I said I’d be there for you. I meant it.” Roseluck bit her lip. “One more thing. I want to know why.”
Berry Punch mulled over the answer in her head. Be honest.
“I wasn’t fine after we came back from Manehattan. I let my thoughts spiral into some dark places and… I just wanted to forget it all. I should have reached out to you and Minuette, but I didn’t. I’m sorry I lied to you about how I was doing. I’ll try to be more honest next time.”
Roseluck seemed to accept the answer.
“At least next time, you’ll know better.” Roseluck smiled. “Even if I’m not home, my door’s open. You can wait in the living room for me if you want.”
Berry Punch didn’t know what to say, so the truth tumbled out instead.
“Why are you so nice?” Berry Punch asked. “You walked in on me drunk on the floor in my disgusting house, and you’re still here. I don’t say anything when you asked in the hospital, and you’re still here.”
“Berry Punch are you crying?”
Berry Punch put a hoof to her face, and sure enough she was.
“I messed up, badly, but you’re still here. Talking to me. Working things out with me. I just, I don’t know. I don’t know. Maybe after Paint Spots I have a few screws loose. Is it dumb to expect the least amount of effort from ponies around you, and get surprised when they drown you with how much they care?”
Roseluck seemed taken aback at first, but her expression shifted into affirmation.
“No, it’s not.” She embraced her again. “I’ve always cared. You remember that when your thoughts get too loud, okay?” Berry Punch closed her eyes and enjoyed the hug. She could smell the lavender and lilac from Roseluck’s mane. She wanted to ask something, but she held her tongue. I don’t think now’s a good time.
“Okay,” Berry Punch managed to say.
“Okay.” Roseluck stood up. “I’ll let you sleep. I’ll be back in the morning when you’re discharged.”
The two exchanged goodbyes and Berry Punch was once again left alone in the room. She settled into the hospital bed as best she good before she slipped away into slumber.
Berry Punch absently listened to the nurse next to her. She was going to be discharged, as expected, but the nurse wanted to tell her a list of dos and don’ts. She nodded along at every statement as they walked down the hallway.
Truthfully she already had committed herself to not drink anymore despite her own trepidation. She didn’t want to lose Roseluck nor did she want to lose herself.
“Are you listening?” The nurse looked annoyed.
“Sorry, I have a lot on my mind, but I heard you. Drink a lot of water, and stay away from alcohol.”
The nurse sighed.
“I’m glad you heard me. Sorry for assuming.”
“Not a problem…” Berry Punch blanked on her name. “Hey, I don’t think I caught your name.”
“Redheart,” she supplied.
“Okay, thanks for the help, Redheart. I know I must’ve been a mess when I came in here.”
Redheart nodded.
“You certainly weren’t in good shape. Please try not to make visits like that in the future. I prefer checkups to life and death.”
Berry Punch bit her lip. Do I want to know how close I was? Her curiosity got the better of her. “Hey, how bad was I? I mean could I have died?”
Redheart looked her over with a critical eye.
“If you want honesty, you were lucky your friend found you when she did. You weren’t conscious when you arrived here. It was touch and go for an hour or two, but you managed to pull through.”
The thought unsettled her.
“Does Roseluck know?”
“Your friend? Yes, she stayed the whole way through until you woke up. She wanted to know every step of the way. One more thing, you may feel numbness or tingling in your legs, maybe even pain.”
“Why?”
“We discovered nerve damage via a magical scan, likely alcohol-related nephropathy. It’s why I told you to avoid drinking. You can make the damage worse if you do.”
“Nopony else knows I have this?”
“No, that’s private medical information. We can only share it with ponies you allow us to.”
Berry Punch nodded. I have to tell Roseluck.
The two reached the lobby where Roseluck was waiting.
Redheart rehashed the basic advice she told her in the hallway before wishing her well.
“Hi, Berry Punch. Minuette had a couple orders to fill today otherwise she would have been here too.”
The two exited the hospital and started towards Berry Punch’s house. She noticed some ponies giving her sympathetic looks. Guess being carried unconscious through town didn’t exactly make my condition private. Still, the looks made her uncomfortable and she got closer to Roseluck as a result.
“Feeling dizzy?” Roseluck asked.
“No, just, the stares.”
Roseluck looked around and noticed how many ponies were looking at them.
“Don’t pay them any mind.” Roseluck turned to look at her. “Is there anything else they told you before you left?”
“Yeah,” she lowered her voice, “I have nerve damage in my legs.”
Roseluck’s eyes widened.
“It’s not bad is it?”
“Redheart said I might feel numbness or tingling sometimes. Maybe pain. It won’t get worse, but it won’t get better either.”
“What would cause it to get worse?”
“Alcohol. That’s what caused it in the first place.”
Roseluck nodded in relief. “At least we can control that.”
Berry Punch had to agree, even as she felt the itch for a glass.
They arrived at her house without incident. At first Berry Punch expected Roseluck to head to her house, but she followed Berry Punch up to the door.
“Don’t you need to go work at the flower shop?”
“Not today, I took it off. This is the first step, I’m going to make sure there’s not one bottle left in here, and we’re going to do some general cleaning.” Roseluck smiled. “It’s good for your health.”
Berry Punch felt the old anxiety well up again. I did know I would have to do this. She opened the door and allowed Roseluck inside.
Roseluck placed her saddlebags on the couch and pulled out a roll of garbage bags.
“Do you have cleaning supplies?”
“Yes, but not much.”
“That’s fine, I brought some with me. I was just checking. Might as well use everything we have.”
Roseluck directed the cleaning effort and helped Berry Punch focus in on specific tasks. Pick up trash, scrub out stains, and organize random items laying around.
The living room took two hours all in told to properly clean. Paint cans were stored away in the nearby closet, organized by color. Spare canvases were neatly stacked on an unused shelf, and the easel was placed nearby the shelf. Her parent’s gift sat in the middle of the coffee table. Where it’ll stay. She affirmed to herself.
The kitchen was next. Berry Punch tackled the dishes, mostly because she was too embarrassed to let Roseluck do them. Roseluck went through all the cabinets and cupboards, and the fridge. Any alcohol she found was poured out, and the bottles were thrown away.
Berry Punch couldn’t stop herself from wincing at the amount that was being wasted, but she didn’t comment on it. She tried to focus on scrubbing the last of the dishes.
Together they worked on washing down the counter tops and the kitchen table. Berry Punch took up sweeping, and once she was done Roseluck mopped.
By the time the two had finished the kitchen looked great. The counter tops practically shined. The sink was clear, and the fridge was cleaned out.
Roseluck nodded to herself.
“Alright, ready for the bathroom?”
Berry Punch followed her lead again as the two tackled the small space. Bottles were organized, surfaces were cleaned to a shine, stains were wiped away, and the floor was swept and mopped to cleanliness.
“I saw another room off from the living room, what is that?” Roseluck asked.
“Oh, that’s my old painting room. I haven’t used it in two years, so there’s not much in there. I’ll still show you.”
True to Berry Punch’s word the room was mostly empty and hadn’t been used in a long time. Roseluck searched around the room before the two lightly cleaned it up. Overall it took the least amount of time.
“Now the upstairs, and that’s just your room, right?”
“Yeah.” Her mind started to scream at her to do something, anything, but a fog swirled around her brain obscuring her thoughts. It took Roseluck taking the first step up the stairs for her to react.
“Wait!” She held a hoof in front of Roseluck and blocked her from going further. “I, um, not up there… please?” Her eyes were pinpricks. She can’t see that . I should’ve gotten rid of it. Why did I keep it? Was the air getting heavier? When was she breathing so fast? Am I really this pathetic?
“Berry Punch...” Roseluck bit her lip in uncertainty. “I need to make sure you have no alcohol left. Together, remember? Whatever's up there we can face together.” Berry Punch could tell she wasn’t going to back down.
A beat passed.
Berry Punch lowered her hoof.
“There’s something up there, I—” Berry Punch took a moment to control her breathing. “I need you to help me. It’s… not something good. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but...” Berry Punch trailed off as she ran out of words to say. Roseluck nodded.
“Of course I’ll help, lead the way.”
Berry Punch hesitantly walked up the stairs with Roseluck in tow. She pushed the door to her room open and revealed the mess. Her blankets were thrown all around the bed. A pile of empty bottles sat off to the side of the bed. Broken glass was haphazardly swept against one of the walls. A torn-up picture with a cracked frame sat on the ground with tiny pieces of glass stuck in the frame. Various sweaters and scarves littered the ground. Leading to and from the window were several dark stains of old blood. Off to the left of the door was an opened closet with a length of rope inside. Berry Punch couldn’t speak, the stress of the situation was too much, instead she leaned against the door frame for support.
Roseluck, without a word, carefully made her way to the closet and untied the rope from the broken metal bar before she took it with her down stairs. Berry Punch followed after her.
She tossed the item in the trash.
Roseluck wrapped Berry Punch in hug.
“If you ever feel that way again, my door’s open always.” Tears dropped from Roseluck’s eyes. “Doesn’t matter what time it is. Doesn’t matter if I’m home or not. If you need somewhere to be, I can provide that. You got it?” Berry Punch returned the hug.
“I—yes” Roseluck squeezed Berry Punch a little tighter before letting her go. Roseluck wiped her eyes.
“Now, let’s get that room of yours clean. I still need to check it, remember?”
Berry Punch nodded.
Her room took the longest to clean, mostly due to various instances of broken glass that was hidden beneath other garbage or items. The relief she felt when they were done was incalculable. Looking around at her room, she couldn’t believe she lived like that for so long.
As the last of the garbage was wrapped up and thrown out, Berry Punch felt satisfied with the work they did. Sure, it was late and she was tired, but at least her house was clean. The two were sitting in the living room, and relaxing after the work of the day.
“Thank you for the help.”
Roseluck smiled.
“Anytime, just try not to make it an everyday occurrence.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“That’s all you can do. It’s late, so I’m going to head home. Get some sleep Berry Punch, okay?”
“I will.”
Berry Punch waved goodbye to Roseluck, and then she shut her front door. Here she was. Alone. She took a deep breath and headed up to her room. Once she reached the top, she paused. I don’t think I’m ready to go into my room today. The living room felt safer to her.
She turned and went back downstairs. Grabbing extra blankets from the closet, she set up a makeshift bed on the couch. This feels better.
Snuggling into the blankets, she tried her best to dream of a better tomorrow.
Berry Punch sat up, and wiped the sleepiness from her eyes. The sound of items being placed on the counter in her kitchen made her wonder who had broken in just to cook something.
“Hello?”
“Oh, Berry Punch, you’re awake.” Roseluck’s head popped in from the kitchen doorway. “Sorry, I let myself in. I thought you could use a late birthday breakfast. Does your head feel better?”
“Yeah, much better” Berry Punch said.
“Good.” Roseluck seemed to hesitate. “Do you remember what we talked about?” Oh, that’s right. The conversation came flooding back to her. Anxiety at getting rid of her habit grew, but she tried not to show it.
“Yes.” Berry Punch fidgeted on the couch and resisted the urge to pour herself a glass. Not that there’s anything to pour. Roseluck made sure of that yesterday. It’s what she had done for every morning for years. Now she’d have to break that habit.
“Do you feel good enough to make some breakfast with me? I thought it might be nice palette cleanser after the past two days.” Roseluck let out a little laugh at her on joke.
Berry Punch laughed too, though it was mostly in surprise at the unexpected tension break.
As the two walked into the kitchen Berry Punch a sparkle entered Roseluck’s green eyes, “Lets make a proper breakfast. Your fridge was a little light, so I grabbed a couple things from home while you were asleep.”
Roseluck pulled open the flap from her saddlebags that were sitting on the counter. As she laid out the ingredients, she could spot cinnamon and flour, and a couple other familiar items as well. She tried to think what they could make with this. Thankfully Roseluck spoke up and explained her plan.
“This one’s simple cinnamon pancakes.” Roseluck pointed to each ingredient in turn. “Flour, baking powder, sugar, salt, milk, butter, an egg, and of course cinnamon. You don’t have to know the specifics behind each one, just that they work together to create the batter.” She pulled out a bowl from a nearby cupboard.
Roseluck brought out some measuring cups and started to measure out each ingredient. Unsure of what to do Berry Punch stood and watched until Roseluck nodded to the unused ingredients.
“Measure those out like this.” Roseluck went down the line and told Berry Punch how much for each one as she measured them out.
Roseluck hummed to herself as she mixed the batter together. Just as the morning sun rose and light trickled in through the window complementing Roseluck’s features perfectly. Berry Punch found herself staring at her. Wow. How’d somepony like you find somepony like me? A more bitter part of her mind added, and why did she stick around at all for me? She decided to ignore the thought and focus on the present.
Roseluck set the bowl down as she finished mixing.
“You can pour out the first one, its your birthday breakfast after all.” Roseluck gave another encouraging smile. Berry Punch grabbed the bowl and messily poured the first pancake batter in. Flicks of batter got on Berry Punch’s hooves and face.
Berry Punch was about to apologize for the mess before she heard Roseluck laughing. Before long she was laughing too. She didn’t know what Roseluck found so funny about the situation, but the laughter helped a lot more than she thought. Her anxiety seemed to wash away at least for the moment. By the end of it she found herself face to face with Roseluck as the laughter died down.
Roseluck had a warm smile on her face, she reached up and wiped a bit of batter off Berry Punch’s face. Her hoof didn’t move after that, staying against Berry Punch’s right cheek. A feeling welled up inside her, it was difficult to properly articulate how strongly she felt it, but it was there. Either way the moment passed when the smell of burning reached both of them.
Roseluck pulled her hoof away and tossed the burned pancake into the trash. Berry Punch missed the feeling of her hoof on her cheek. She seemed to be thinking about Roseluck more and more lately. Questions swirled in Berry Punch’s mind about her own inadequacy. How flawed she was. At the same time a tiny voice inside her didn’t agree. As long as I try I should be okay. She took a breath and brought herself back to the present.
She found Roseluck had already poured out the next pancake and was watching it more closely this time. Berry Punch caught Roseluck glance over to her every once in a while, but Berry Punch couldn’t tell how she felt about the moment that had just happened.
Roseluck started to hum again as she flipped out the pancakes one after the other. The two mares made small talk, but both seemed content not to push forwards talking about what happened. At least not in the moment. For now, they both enjoyed the comfort of good food and each others presence. That was enough for them.
As they finished up breakfast, Roseluck spoke.
“I have something to ask you.”
Berry Punch fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat, but didn’t interrupt otherwise.
“I know between yesterday and today things have been a bit of a mess. I was wondering if you would be fine if I threw a late birthday party for you today?”
“It wouldn’t be large, right?”
“No, four ponies counting myself. My mom’ll be there too.”
Berry Punch nodded.
“It’s fine then. I don’t mind.”
“Great! I have to set some things up then. Are you going to be okay by yourself?”
“I’ll be okay. If not, you’re right next door.”
“Yep, exactly. I’ll see you around three in the afternoon.”
With goodbyes exchanged Berry Punch watched as Roseluck left to her home. After a moment she headed straight to the bathroom. I’m not meeting her family looking like this.
She made sure there was a towel before turning on the shower. The hot water felt great on her coat. She scrubbed out any grime and dirt with a strawberry body wash. Satisfied, she moved on to her mane and tail, carefully washing the thick, lumpy mass of hair. It took some time before she thoroughly got through her mane and tail. With that she hopped out of the shower and dried herself off.
She picked up the brush only to realize how covered in hair it was. After a couple minutes of pulling hair out she was able to make it usable.
She encountered many tangles despite her thorough job in the shower. Guess that’s what I get for neglecting it for so long. An hour of struggling with her mane and tail, and she was able to make them presentable. Not even a stray hair, nice job Berry. She found it strange to congratulate herself over something so small, but it felt nice.
As she left the bathroom a spark of inspiration hit her. The first in a long time. She eyed the clock. I have enough time.
The room was as she left it, if a bit dusty. Paintings from her favorites artists covered the walls, except for one wall which was a large glass window facing towards the hills and distant Everfree. An easel sat in the center of the room, facing the window at a slight angle. Beside it was as stool with a tray of dried up paint. On the easel was a painting. Berry Punch remembered the day she painted it. I felt awful. I needed something to mirror that.
Dark blues and dull purples crisscrossed the canvas, black circled the distorted pony shape, and light blue tears dropped from her face. The eyes were bloodshot with heavy bags, and the eyelids drooped in exhaustion. The title was scribbled onto a tag hanging off the painting, ‘Myself’.
Berry Punch carefully set the painting aside before putting a fresh canvas on the easel. Then she washed off the old paint from the tray, and added a new, brighter palette to it. Maybe, things can be different this time. She thought as she started to paint. Maybe they can be better.
She had left the painting to dry in the other room. She felt a nervous energy about the final result, and she wondered what Roseluck would think when she saw it. Not today, but sometime soon.
Berry Punch lounged around her living room while she waited. She looked up at the clock.
2:30
Not yet. She wondered who Roseluck had invited, and hoped it wasn’t too many ponies. Idly a part of her mind wanted a drink. Even if the thought of drinking lingered in the back of her mind, she tried her best to suppress it. She looked up at the clock again.
2:37
Nervousness and anticipation built up inside her. I hate waiting, if something bad’s going to happen just get it over with. Berry Punch shook her head. Nothing bad’s going to happen. Today’s going to be a good day! She tried voicing that last part in Roseluck’s voice, and it worked to shake her out of her spiral.
2:45
Berry Punch’s mind drifted to Roseluck. Had this really all started with a knock at the door? It seemed like such a long time ago. She almost cringed thinking about how bad her house looked then. What did I do before Roseluck came into my life?
Berry Punch found the answer unpleasant. Just mindless working until I got home. Then drink myself to sleep. Maybe stare at a wall in the morning while getting over my hangover. Nopony talked to her, nopony checked up on her or asked her how things were going, and she returned the favor. But Roseluck had approached her, knocked on her door, and asked if she wanted to go do something.
Berry Punch was starting to realize how much that moment meant to her, even if at the time she felt more annoyed than anything. She lost her sister, and she’s still functioning. She’s still doing things, still talking to ponies. Still has friends. For a moment her mind wanted to dredge up all her own flaws to compare with Roseluck, but she pushed it back down.
“If she can do it so can I.” Berry Punch blinked. She hadn’t meant to say that part aloud, but it felt right. It made the statement more ingrained in her mind. She looked up at the clock only to jump off the couch and rush out the door.
3:05
I can’t be late again! Not this time. Berry Punch hurried down the sidewalk and onto Roseluck’s porch. She nervously knocked. No response. She tried again. Nothing. Now she was starting to get worried. Did I mess this up again?
She pushed the door open. The room was dark, and it looked like the windows were covered.
“Hello—?”
She was cut off by a blinding flash of light and a “Surprise!”.
She blinked and looked over the small group of ponies in front of her. She recognized Minuette and Roseluck, but the other two escaped her for a moment. Vinyl! That’s right I saw her during the Summer Sun Celebration. She also remembered she wasn’t having the best time. That left the mare standing to Roseluck’s left.
Roseluck caught her confusion and introduced her.
“This is my mother, Iris Petal.”
Iris held out a hoof and Berry Punch shook it.
“Nice to meet you, Iris Petal.”
“Just Iris will do.”
“My Dad was supposed to be here today, but he’s really sick today.”
Iris Petal put a hoof on her daughter’s withers. “Don’t worry too much, dear. His nurse is watching over him. You know Tender Care treats your dad like his own. Might as well be family too.” Iris Petal let out a chuckle. Roseluck shook her head before putting on a smile.
“You’re right, he’s in good hooves.” Roseluck turned back to Berry Punch sheepishly. “Sorry about that, family is important to me, and I really wanted you to meet both of them.”
“She still can some other time,” Iris Petal put in. “I’m sure he would be glad to finally meet the mare Roseluck keeps talking about.”
Roseluck blushed as Berry Punch stared at the floor.
“You talk about me to other ponies?” She didn’t know how to feel about that. The thought that ponies she didn’t know knew things about her made her nervous. Roseluck didn’t catch the subtext of the question and seemed more embarrassed than anything.
“Oh, you know, just small things. It’s hard not to since we’ve spent so much time together.” Roseluck finally said.
Iris watched her daughter with a knowing look, before whispering something in her ear. Roseluck’s eyes widened and a red tint appeared on her cheeks.
“Um, a-anyway, your cake’s in there.” Roseluck made an effort to move the conversation along as she walked into the kitchen. “I have to go set up a couple things, I’ll be right back.” She called back.
Berry Punch had never seen Roseluck flustered before. It was as surprising as it was cute. Berry Punch had been noticing a lot of smaller things about Roseluck lately. The way she would canter when she was excited, how she would tap her hooves when annoyed, or the tunes she would hum to herself when she thought Berry Punch couldn’t hear her. It seemed more important to her to know and remember these things.
Iris watched her leave with an amused expression.
“You already know me,” Minuette said. “I’ll help her out with what she’s doing.”
With that Minuette left the room, leaving Berry Punch with Iris and Vinyl.
“Hi,” Berry Punch nervously started. “I’m Berry Punch.”
Vinyl scribbled something on a notepad and held it up.
We know, Roseluck told us. The mare went through the motions of a chuckle, the only sound being the air sucked in and out of her mouth.
“You can’t talk?”
Oh, I can talk plenty. Verbally speaking on the other hoof, nah. She smirked. My music speaks louder than I ever could. You should know, being an artist and all.
“An artist?” Iris Petal asked.
Berry Punch waited for the follow up, about how it wasn’t her mark, and she should instead focus on her natural talent.
“I remember Roseluck talking about that. Is it true you paint?” The question was unexpected, Berry Punch expected something closer to chastising.
“Yes, it’s something I’ve enjoyed for my whole life.”
“It’s always nice to have something like that,” Iris Petal said. “Do you have any of your pieces you can show?”
Berry Punch hadn’t ever been asked the question before in a non-educational setting.
“Maybe later. I don’t have anything with me.”
“I understand.” Iris nodded. “Some other time then.”
The room lapsed into quiet as Berry Punch didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know either of the two mares very well. Her anxious mind grasped for any topic to keep the drowning conversation afloat.
“Vinyl, I just realized, where’s that gray mare?”
Vinyl’s smile became strained.
You mean Tavi? She’s busy today. Normally she interprets for me, but not today. Vinyl’s ear flicked. How’d you feel about today? From what I know it’s been awhile since you had a party like this.
“Oh, um, it feels nice. Better than I thought, but I’m always worrying.” Berry Punch noted the topic change and decided not to steer back into it. “I didn’t know who to expect when Roseluck said she was throwing a party.”
Didn’t expect me, didja?
Berry Punch had to be honest, she didn’t expect Vinyl to be here.
“I didn’t know Roseluck knew you.”
Vinyl’s smile grew wider.
Everypony knows me, mostly because of Pinkie Pie. She needs music, I’m there. Vinyl eyed Berry Punch. I gotta say though, I don’t ever remember doing a party for you. Which is strange, usually I do everypony’s Welcome to Ponyville party.
Now Vinyl had hit a topic Berry Punch didn’t want to talk about, though she was more surprised Vinyl didn’t know.
“You… don’t know?”
Vinyl shook her head. Iris looked at her curiously as well. Great, they both don’t know.
“Let’s just say the party didn’t go well.” Because of me. Another thing to apologize for.
Iris took the answer with a nod, while Vinyl seemed keen on details. Before Berry Punch could try and navigate her way out of the topic Roseluck reentered the room, to her relief.
“Alright, it’s all ready.” Roseluck herded the group into the kitchen. On the table sat a remarkable cake. The cake was a reddish-magenta colored cake with white outlines, and white loops around the center. The white outlines had splashes of red, blues, and greens almost like drops of paint. On the top paintbrushes made of icing spelled out “Happy Birthday Berry Punch!” A lone spiral candle was lit in the center.
Berry Punch stared at the cake, she blinked once then twice, but the cake remained. This wasn’t some dream. She didn’t want to cry, but her body decided otherwise.
“Thank you.” She whispered, before raising her voice so everypony could hear her. “Thank you, so much.”
All the ponies in the room smiled back at her, before they sang her ‘Happy Birthday’. At the end of it Berry Punch blew out the candle and the other four cheered. The cake was cut and slices were given to everypony.
Once the cake was gone, Berry Punch noticed four presents sitting on the counter. Roseluck smiled at her surprised look.
“I think it’s time for gifts.” Roseluck passed Berry Punch a rectangle package first.
Berry Punch unwrapped the package, a wide smile broke on her features when she realized what it was. New paint brushes. Minuette was practically buzzing with anticipation as she watched Berry Punch open the gift, and a wide smile appeared when she saw Berry Punch liked it too.
“You like them?” Minuette asked. “I know you haven’t painted in a while, but whenever you do these should help.”
“I do. They’re a pleasant surprise.” Berry Punch started as she realized what she said. “Um, I didn’t mean that I knew you weren’t going to get anything, that would be rude. Um, I just meant I was...er, I mean...” Berry Punch trailed off as she realized Minuette was laughing.
“You’re fine, you didn’t do anything wrong. I know what you meant.” Minuette clapped her hooves together. “Besides, you have three more gifts to go through! I’m just happy you liked the one I got.”
Berry Punch sheepishly nodded as she took the next gift.
Inside was a plain brown box. Flipping the lid open revealed a small record player. A glass lid covered the playing area. There was a note tucked on the side of it. Berry Punch took it out.
Don’t read this out loud. A little something to keep your mind off things. I heard about your hospital visit. Good luck on recovery. I’ve been there before. Still kinda am, but that’s besides the point. Happy Birthday.
When Berry Punch looked up there was an understanding in Vinyl’s scarlet eyes that made Berry Punch uneasy. She decided to not broach the subject.
“Does this work?”
Yep! You need smaller crystal discs, and it’ll play them. Sound’s all normal too. No volume adjustment though, which kinda sucks. There’s a headphone jack on the left side if you prefer it.
Berry Punch looked over the gift with new eyes. This works? How? She couldn’t imagine the ingenuity that went into it.
“Thank you.” This’ll make walks more interesting.
Vinyl grinned and nodded.
Berry Punch carefully set the tiny record player aside and grabbed the next gift. Inside the wrapping was a beautifully carved wooden box, with natural curls and leaves decorating the surface. Berry Punch opened the box and found a singular seed in the center of a plush piece of fabric.
“What is this?” Berry Punch asked, looking at the seed.
“It’s a Jade flower,” Iris supplied. “It’s easy to care for, and I thought it might spruce up your house a bit. Given time and proper care it will flower beautiful white petals.”to care for was appealing. Without Roseluck, Berry Punch found she had very little to do, and this could alleviate some of that. Berry Punch eyed her paint brushes. Might also be time to finally start painting more .
“Thank you Iris Petal.” Berry Punch smiled and carefully tucked the box next the her paint brushes. I’m going need a pot, some dirt, and a watering can, I think? Berry Punch’s stomach had butterflies. Or I could ask Roseluck for help. We could go out and she could teach me how to care for it. Just the thought was making her daydream a bit.
“Equss to Berry Punch? You there?” Minuette waved a hoof in front of her muzzle. Berry Punch shook herself out of it.
“Yes, sorry just got lost in thought.” Berry Punch said. Minuette gave a knowing grin, but didn’t say anything further. Roseluck held out one last gift, she seemed more nervous about it than the others.
“This is from me, um, here.” Roseluck hoofed off the gift to Berry Punch. Berry Punch could feel Roseluck watching her as she opened the gift.
From me to you! - Roseluck
Berry Punch opened the box and found a scarf colored to match her mane. She pulled the scarf out and looked over the whole thing, at the ends were some tassels, and her cutie mark sewn into the fabric. Berry Punch looked to the gift, and then to Roseluck and back again. Roseluck laughed nervously as Berry Punch continued to not speak.
“I’m not great at sewing, but I tried my hoof at it to make that.” Roseluck rubbed a hoof anxiously behind her head. “So what do you—?”
Roseluck was interrupted by Berry Punch hugging her.
“I think she likes it,” Minuette supplied. “Told you so.”
Berry Punch tightened her hug. “Thank you. I don’t think anypony besides my parents have given me something like this.”
“Your welcome, I’m glad you like it.”
“I don’t like it, I love it.” Berry Punch corrected as she tried to keep her voice low enough so nopony else heard. Berry Punch blushed as she said the words, glad Roseluck couldn’t see her face at the moment. Eventually they broke away.
The rest of the afternoon through to the evening was spent playing games and talking. Finally once everypony was tired out they went their own ways leaving Berry Punch and Roseluck alone. Berry Punch stayed behind to help Roseluck clean up, and since the party was small it only took about an hour before everything was spic and span.
Roseluck and Berry Punch said their goodbyes. Berry Punch walked home, gifts in her saddlebags, and a happy feeling in her heart. She met one of Roseluck’s parents, and Vinyl. Today was a good day. She opened her door and entered her home again. Tired out, she placed her gifts on the living room table before she crashed on the couch. Dreams of Roseluck playing through her mind.
Author's Note
Tried something new at the start of the chapter. Let me know if it works for you or not.
Between Winter and Spring
“Hey, those are really nice looking flowers!”
Berry Punch looked up from the clock face she was working on.
“You think so? I haven’t decorated a clock before.”
The two mares were working in Minuette’s living room. Minuette had asked Berry Punch if she wanted to help decorate some clocks as a side gig. She didn’t see anything wrong with it. That and she didn’t mind an excuse to get out of the house. Huh, she thought, normally I’d be wanting the opposite.
“I think they do. I’m sure the client will love it!” Minuette fumbled with one of the gears and dropped it on the ground. “Ah, dang it.” The gear floated back into place with the help of her magic. With a click the mechanism was complete. “There we go.”
Minuette tested the mechanism to make sure a certain section worked before she moved on to the next part.
“So,” Minuette started, “about Roseluck.”
Berry Punch could tell the angle she was going to go for, but she let her finish.
“How do you feel about her, you know, as a friend?”
“I feel like, I like her.” She positioned the clock face she was working on to cover her expression from Minuette.
“Oh? How much?”
Part of her wanted to dodge the question, but another wanted nothing more than to say the words out loud.
“I like her a lot.”
“Like more than friends?” Minuette wanted to confirm.
Berry Punch hesitated.
“Yes.”
Minuette peeked over the clock face with a big grin on her face.
“I thought so, but I didn’t want to assume. How long was it been going on for?”
“Since we visited my parents, I guess, is when it started.”
“Are you going to tell her?”
“I don’t know.”
Surprise crossed Minuette’s face.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to ruin the friendship we have over my feelings,” Berry Punch admitted. “I feel like if I say something everything will be awkward and strange. I don’t think it’s the right time anyway.”
“Right time? When is there ever a right time? There’s now,” Minuette tuned the clock to the current time, “and later,” she pushed the hour hand forwards, “see? I’ll admit romance and love is not my thing personally, but it’s interesting to watch from the sidelines. Bon-bon and Lyra danced around the subject for waaaay too long before one of them finally admitted how they felt. I don’t know, to me that feels like time wasted on could-have-beens that could have been spent enjoying your time together.” She smiled. “Make sense?”
“It does.” Berry Punch fidgeted. “What if I mess up?”
“It’s okay, I don’t think Lyra had an easy time either.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, we talked when I helped fix her clock. The topic just came around while we were talking. She felt like you did, that she would mess up and ruin her friendship. I gave her my thoughts, but it still took her some time to figure out what she wanted to say. I’m not saying you should tell her immediately, but don’t take forever either. Go at a pace that feels comfortable to you.”
Berry Punch digested her words.
“Thank you, I think I needed to hear something like that.”
“Not a problem! It’s what friends are for after all.” Minuette eyed the clock. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be meeting Roseluck at three?”
Berry Punch jumped up.
“I almost forgot! Sorry, Minuette, I’ll have some more time to work on the clock faces tomorrow after work.”
“It’s fine, I’ll see you then.”
Berry Punch waved as she wrapped her scarf around her neck and headed out into the chilly fall day.
Sure enough Roseluck was waiting outside Berry Punch’s house when she arrived.
“Sorry! Lost track of time at Minuette’s house.”
Roseluck smiled.
“It’s alright. What’d she wrap you up in?“
“Painting the faces of clocks. I like it. Plus I get out of the house.”
“That’s defiantly a positive,” Roseluck agreed as the two entered. “I’m glad you like it.”
Roseluck set down her saddlebags on the table.
“Did you get everything else on the list?” Roseluck asked.
“Yep.” Berry Punch gestured to the new table at the other side of the room. A pot, a bag of soil, and a small, carved wooden box sat around the table.
“Hmm.” Roseluck looked around the room. “The best spot for it would be nearby the window. Not exactly in front of it, since indirect sunlight works best here.”
Berry Punch helped move the table to a spot near to the door.
“Does this work?”
“Yep! Now we pour the soil in the pot.”
“There’s a lot of rocks in the bag.” Berry Punch eyed the, now open, bag of soil.
“That’s on purpose. We don’t want the roots to get water-logged.”
“Too much water is bad for it?”
“Yes. Only water it when the soil’s dried out, otherwise it could cause problems. Since it’s fall, you won’t have to water it much.”
Berry Punch looked uncertainly at the pot.
“How will I know if it’s dry enough? I don’t want to mess up.”
“You’ll get it eventually. It’s a learning process. I can visit and check on it every so often to see how it’s doing, if that makes you feel better.”
“It does, honestly.”
Roseluck nodded.
“Okay, then, I can come over once a week if that works for you?”
“I’m fine with that.” Berry Punch carefully poured the soil into the pot. The rocks in the loose dirt tapped against the pot as they tumbled out of the bag. “Which day are you thinking?”
“Friday afternoons.”
“I might not be here every Friday, because of work.”
“Do you mind if I check on it still?”
Berry Punch thought over the prospect. Normally she would never allow somepony access to her home when she wasn’t there. It had felt unsafe to do. Now, she took a breath, pushed her thoughts away, and decided to trust her.
“Nope, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.”
“Alright.” Roseluck watched the level of soil in the pot. “That’s enough for now.”
Berry Punch put the bag to the side, before she brought out the carved wooden box. Inside was a small, round seed. Roseluck had dug a small hole for the seed to rest in. Berry Punch carefully tipped the box over the pot until the seed fell onto the soil. Once done, Roseluck covered the seed with the soil.
“How long will it take to grow?”
“Properly enough to flower? Years. But we’re going to speed things up a bit.”
“How?”
Roseluck looked at her in amusement.
“Have you not done this before?”
“’This’?”
“Earth pony magic, Berry Punch.”
“Oh. Um, no, I haven’t.”
“Here, we’ll do it together. Put your hoof on the soil.”
Berry Punch did as instructed.
“Now focus. Can you feel the ebb and flow from the soil?”
She could, but it felt faint and muted.
“Is it supposed to be so weak?”
“You haven’t done this before, so it’s like a muscle you haven’t used. Try pushing and pulling on that ebb and flow.”
Berry Punch focused, but nothing seemed to happen at first.
“I don’t know if—” A gentle motion tugged back at her hoof and she stopped. “What was that?”
“That’s me.” Roseluck giggled. “I can interact with your magic too. It’s how earth ponies work together to grow large plots of plants. I’ll help you focus your magic.”
Berry Punch nodded and closed her eyes to focus.
She felt the gentle tug again and this time she managed to pull back.
“There you go! That’s a start. Now, the seed is it’s own thread you need to find. Let yourself flow into the soil and it should be the only one there.”
Berry Punch let herself go and felt something tugging at her, and unlike with Roseluck it felt different, more natural. She allowed herself to be pulled along until she could almost hear a gentle tune in her ear.
“I can hear something. Music?”
“It’s the plant singing. Each one is unique. Just listen and relax.”
As Berry Punch relaxed she felt some energy leave her and go into the song, joining in the chorus. She almost lost herself in the strange, meandering melody. So much so she felt like she was dreaming. Time held no meaning. Only the ever present song.
Somepony was shaking her awake.
“What?” She blinked open her bleary eyes.
“I’m sorry! I should have warned you about some of the first time risks.” Roseluck looked her up and down. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just feel tired. What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing bad, but next time try to be careful how much you listen. The plant doesn’t have a mind of it’s own. It can’t think. It simply is. So, when you pour yourself into it to speed up growth or heal, the plant takes without limit. I’ll have to teach you how to limit yourself. For now, try not to do that without me, okay?”
Berry Punch looked over at the pot. The jade plant had sprouted from beneath the surface with a couple small, green leaves. She noticed she could still hear the faint tune from the plant, though the song seemed altered.
“I can still hear it, is that bad?”
Roseluck shook her head. “Not at all. I can hear it too. You put some of yourself into the plant, now you can hear its song.”
“Is your garden like that too?”
“Yes. It’s like an orchestra. Each plant plays it’s own part in the song, but it’s a song only I can hear. Every garden has its own song unique to the gardener.”
“Is that why the song changed?”
“Good catch. Yes. It has a bit of you and me, and itself. The song changed to reflect that.”
Berry Punch started to notice something else. She and Roseluck were standing closer than before. She didn’t know when it happened. Either during or after they had accelerated the plant’s growth, but she found she didn’t mind.
The two stood in the comfortable quiet of the room. They looked at the small jade flower, and listened to the soft song it played.
Not without hesitation, she leaned towards Roseluck and rested her head on her shoulder. Roseluck didn’t push her away.
Author's Note
A short, transitional chapter that's mostly fluff.
Between Winter and Spring
The snowflakes drifted down sticking to the ground, and made the already snow covered landscape that much more covered. Berry Punch let out a contented sigh. Roseluck’s gift was wrapped around her neck, keeping her nice and warm. It seemed silly, but she felt she had a piece of Roseluck with her where ever she went.
The first week without alcohol had been a nightmare. She knew withdraw was going to suck, but she might have underestimated the effects. At least that’s over with now. The only remaining annoyance was that every once in awhile she would get the urge for a drink. Usually when she felt anxious or stressed. More than once in the past month she found herself wanting to pour out a glass. Not that Roseluck left anything to pour. Nonetheless she had persevered, and maintained her sobriety.
She pulled out the small record player and an earbud. Once the track started playing she put the earbud in and let her thoughts drift.
Berry Punch liked the sound her hooves made as they crunched through the fresh snow. Last winter she had stayed inside and moped. Berry Punch frowned as the memories came back, but she pushed them away. They were unpleasant and unwanted. I can’t think of that.
Lately Berry Punch had been sleeping on her couch. Her room still felt unwelcome, despite it being clean. She knew she would have to tackle that issue soon, but for now she let it rest.
“Hellooooo!” A familiar voice called out.
Berry Punch smiled at the pleasant interruption from her thoughts. Minuette gingerly walked towards her, wearing a blue scarf of her own.
“How’s it going?”
In spite of the hiccup with Paint Spots, Berry Punch had enjoyed being around Minuette a lot. They had taken to working on projects together in her home. Berry Punch also suspected Minuette had ulterior motives, chief of which was how Berry Punch felt about Roseluck. She usually stuck to light teasing, and the occasional probing question. Like now.
“You seemed to be thinking about something.” She smirked. “I think I could guess who.”
Berry Punch blushed lightly. “Not really.” Which was the truth, but she didn’t want to divulge what she actually had been thinking about. Better left in the closet. “Where is she today, by the way?”
“She didn’t tell you?” Minuette thought for a moment. “You know about Lily, right?”
Berry Punch nodded. Minuette relaxed.
“Sorry, ever since Paint Spots I’ve been trying to reign myself in. I can be a bit too talkative.” Minuette shook her head. “Anyway, they’re remembering her today. She might’ve forgotten to tell you.”
“Oh.” Ever since she knew Lily had passed the topic hadn’t come up with Roseluck. “Is she okay?”
“It depends. I’m now sure how she’s feeling this year. Usually they have a ceremony in the morning then Roseluck spends the rest of the day at home.”
“Have you tried to visit her?”
“No, um, she usually doesn’t want me around today.”
“Why?” That doesn’t sound like her.
“That came out wrong. She doesn’t want to see anypony today usually. I give her space today, and we usually meet up the day after.”
“Maybe I should check on her.”
Minuette looked apprehensive.
“I don’t know. Are you sure?”
“I am. She’s done a lot for me. It’s the least I could do.”
Minuette smiled.
“I see. Well, good luck. Don’t push her too far. If she wants space, leave her be, okay?” Minuette took on an uncharacteristically stern face.
“I understand.”
Her expression settled into a smile again.
“Alright, I’ll see you later. Let me know if it goes well or not.”
The two exchanged goodbyes before Berry Punch went on her way.
As she approached Roseluck’s house, Berry Punch stopped and took her earbud out. She clicked the record player off, and put the earbud away alongside it. She took a moment to center herself. She didn’t know what mood Roseluck would be in. She didn’t know what to expect. All she knew was that she cared for her, and wanted to make sure she was okay.
Berry Punch touched her scarf.
Inhale.
Exhale.
With her nerves as calm as she could get them, she approached the door and knocked.
At first there was no response. Berry Punch held back on knocking again. She needed to be patient.
She heard the click of the lock, and then the door gently cracked open.
“Berry Punch?”
For her part, Berry Punch couldn’t really speak. She had never seen Roseluck disheveled before. She had bags under her eyes, and her mane was messy. The normal spark in her eye was dulled. Say something! Don’t just stand there!
“I heard from Minuette what today was. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Berry Punch hesitated. “Are you?”
“No.”
“Do you want somepony to talk to?”
Roseluck cracked the door open fully, and walked back into the house.
Accepting the nonverbal answer, Berry Punch followed the mare into her home. She shut the door behind her before she entered the living room.
Roseluck was sitting on the couch with a photo album front of her.
Berry Punch sat next to her, but maintained a space between her and Roseluck. She didn’t know what she was thinking.
Roseluck flipped to the next page. Pictures of her, Lily, and Daisy were spread across the page.
“How’s your day been?” The unexpected question threw Berry Punch for a loop.
“It’s been okay. I was on a walk when I ran into Minuette. That’s about it.” She hesitated. “What about you? Do you always remember her at this time of year?”
“It’s her birthday today.” Roseluck sagged. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been over this by now. Every year I think, maybe, this time. This time I can handle it better, but no. Even after all these years I can’t help but think it’s my fault.”
She reached forward and tapped one of the pictures of Lily.
“It’s foalish to think she could be out there, right? I know she’s gone, I… I found her after all. I guess pretending is easier than facing it.” Roseluck closed her eyes and leaned against Berry Punch. She whispered so faintly Berry Punch could barely pick it up. “So much blood.”
“Blood?”
Roseluck stiffened.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Are you sure you want to listen?”
“I’m sure. Listening is the least I can do, after everything you’ve done for me.”
Roseluck was quiet for a long time. She stared out the window and avoided eye contact. The uncomfortable silence was broken after a couple minutes. Before she spoke she shifted position and laid on Berry Punch’s shoulder instead.
“I thought she was okay for a long time. I didn’t notice her lack of friends and seclusion. Whenever I asked she would answer the same thing, ‘I’m fine’. I just accepted it, blindly. I didn’t try. By the time I did notice it was far too late. She had already convinced herself she wasn’t worth anything.” Roseluck winced. “She pushed me and everypony else away. Either by ignoring us or saying something hurtful to make us go away. That last day I tried to reach out again—she used to live across from my bedroom—and I knocked on her door. But no answer. I got worried and broke open the door, but I was too late as usual.
“There she was on her bed, blood everywhere, her lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling. I still see them sometimes.” Roseluck had tears rolling from her eyes, but she sat up suddenly and wiped her tears away. “That’s why I knocked on your door, and why I stayed around. You answered the same thing. I could see the same look in your eyes.” Her eyes filled with a fiery passion. “I couldn’t let the same thing happen again. It was why I was worried when you disappeared in Manehatten. I thought...” She took a breath. “But, I wasn’t late that time, and I won’t be late the next time.” She put a hoof on Berry Punch’s cheek. “You mean a lot to me. I can’t lose you too.”
Berry Punch digested what she said. Something bugged her. It had been there since Paint Spot had forced the thought in her head. I’m not a replacement, right? She didn’t want to be rude. I have to know.
“Hey, Roseluck?”
“Yes?”
“Do you… do you think of me like Lily?”
The question hung in the air.
“At first, yes,” Roseluck admitted. “I thought I could make up for what I didn’t do last time. I tried to find similarities where ever they existed. As I got to know you, I shifted my thinking. You’re not Lily. You’re yourself. It was unfair of me to box you in like that. You’re somepony else, somepony I care about a lot.”
“I’m sorry I brought it up, I just…” have feelings for you “…don’t want to be a stand in.”
“I understand, no need for an apology.” Roseluck fidgeted and got up. “Do you want to see Lily’s room? I need help with something.”
Berry Punch nodded and followed the mare out of the living room and down the hallway. Two doors were at the end, opposite to each other. Roseluck opened the door on the left and the two entered the room.
A clean and tidy room greeted them. A bed sat in the left corner of the room with a small bedside table. A lamp sat on top with a pile of opened letters. A fluffy, large spiral rug sat in the middle of the room. Two bookcases sat nearby a closet door. To the right of the door was a large table filled with maps and pieces of paper. Daring Do posters and various maps with circled places on them were pinned to the wall.
“She really liked Daring Do, huh?”
Roseluck chuckled.
“Yeah. It was her way of adventuring when she couldn’t find a way to leave.” She took on a more somber tone. “Those maps over there were her plans for adventures. She wanted to find flora and plants nopony had seen before. She just didn’t want to do it alone.”
“No one would go with her?”
“No. They didn’t find the idea of trudging through untamed wilderness fun. She did though. She loved going into the Everfree. It was the closest she had to getting what she wanted. Zecora and her used to be friends before she passed. I still try to talk to Zecora when I can, make sure she’s doing alright. I guess she’s doing better than me. I can’t even clean out this room. Daisy told me I should when I was ready, but I used that as an excuse to not do anything at all. I keep the room clean, but nothing else.”
Roseluck looked over at her.
“Do you mind helping me put everything away?”
The question was weighted with reluctance and anticipation. If anything, Roseluck seemed to be forcing herself to deal with her feelings now. Berry Punch found the sentiment endearing. She was also touched Roseluck trusted her enough to share this with her. The answer was clear.
“Of course.”
The two started at the bookshelf. Roseluck pulled out some boxes and they pulled down the books. Roseluck had small anecdotes about some of them.
“She loved pointing out plants in the Daring Do books.” Roseluck flipped open to one of the various bookmarked pages. The page had notes written in scratchy writing next to one of the flowers on the graphic. “She made it a point to research ones she didn’t recognize.”
“Oh! That’s her botany applications book.” Roseluck pointed to the one Berry Punch was holding. “She knew a lot more than I did about applications of plant use for alchemy than I did. Most of it went over my head, but she knew her stuff.”
The two continued in the relative quiet until the shelves were nearly empty.
“What’s this last one?” Berry Punch held up a blank, worn book.
Roseluck gently took the book and looked over it.
“No author markings, huh.”
She flipped open to the first page. Berry Punch watched as her expression morphed while she read over the words.
“It’s her journal.” She closed the book. “I’m not ready to read that.”
Berry Punch took the book and carefully set it alongside the rest of them in the box.
They then tackled the table covered in maps and paper.
“This is where she planned out places to go in the Everfree.” Roseluck picked up one map in particular. The date read early March. “She never got to go here. She died a couple of days before she was going to.”
Roseluck shakily put the map down. Berry Punch put a comforting hoof on her withers. They sat there looking over the plans for adventures that would never be. Before long they got back to packing away the maps and paper, and the desk was cleared off.
The rest of the packing went quickly. There wasn’t much else in the room. The posters were taken off the wall along with any pinned maps.
She looked over the room. It seemed… emptier. Roseluck seemed to have the same thoughts.
“It feels final.” She bit her lip. “I don’t like it.”
Berry Punch put a hoof on her withers.
“It takes time, right?”
Roseluck nodded.
“That’s what Daisy used to say. ‘You’ll make it there someday.’ That’s what she told me.” Roseluck sighed. “One day at a time.”
Berry Punch had an idea. She didn’t know if it would work, but she had to try.
“You said each plant has a song unique to both the plant and its gardener.”
“Yes.”
“Is that why you keep the lily flower in your garden, because it has a piece of her?”
Roseluck was quiet for a moment.
“It’s like I can hear her again. I think the worst part about someone you love being gone is forgetting their voice. What they sounded like, and how they talked.”
“Would you mind if I listened?”
Roseluck looked up in surprise, but it morphed into a small smile.
“No, not at all.”
She lead her out of the room and out into the garden in the backyard.
They walked up the lone lily flower at the end of the plants.
“You remember how, right?”
“I do, but I wouldn’t mind if you helped.”
Roseluck put her hoof alongside hers. Berry Punch let Roseluck take the lead. She felt herself pulled along the musical thread in the ground until she was met with a lone solo.
“Can you hear her?”
“I can.”
She was starting to learn how to separate the various instruments, so to speak, in the music. She recognized Roseluck as a gentle, but firm, strum. Then there was the plant’s variable hum. Between the two was another thread she didn’t recognize. It felt equine in nature, how she could tell she didn’t quite know.
This one was quick then slow, almost a waltz at times. There were moments of thunderous chords and then quiet, thoughtful notes. Berry Punch had never met Lily. She only knew about her through Roseluck, but this glimpse into something she poured her heart into gave her a better understanding of who she was. Even if it was only a small amount.
She wrapped her tail around Roseluck’s and leaned against her shoulder. The two sat in the quiet garden, listening to Lily’s song.
“How much do you want?” Roseluck asked as she poured out her own cup of hot chocolate.
“Full cup.”
Roseluck giggled. I really like when she laughs. Sounds like splashes of sunshine on a cloudy day.
“I thought so.”
The two had gone over to Berry Punch’s house. Roseluck brought along the hot chocolate despite Berry Punch assuring her she had some. She insisted on not ‘wasting’ Berry Punch’s stock.
She sat back and sipped from her cup. The snow swirled around outside before hitting the ground. Roseluck seemed to be happier, and that made Berry Punch feel happy. She had hoped to make Roseluck’s day better and she seemed to have succeeded.
“You know, I haven’t asked before, but how is your painting?” Roseluck asked. “I don’t think you’ve showed me.”
Berry Punch felt some lingering hesitation, but she pushed it away.
“I don’t have much, but I would mind showing you.”
Berry Punch took the lead to her painting room. The room was not as dusty as last time, and there was a covered painting in the center of the room. A few other paintings hung from the walls, or leaned against them.
As Berry Punch showed her the more standard paintings, more practice than anything, she didn’t notice the ‘Myself’ painting sitting out in the open until Roseluck pointed it out.
“When did you make that one?”
“Oh. I wasn’t in a good head space. That was when I first got here, I think. It’s hard to remember.” Berry Punch looked over at Roseluck with a small smile. “It’s fine, I didn’t make it recently. I forgot to get rid of it, but I’ll do that soon. It’s not me anymore.”
Roseluck looked thoughtfully at the painting.
“You know, you could keep it long enough for something.”
“What for?” Berry Punch tilted her head.
“Well, a redo, y’know? Re-paint over it with how you feel in the present. You don’t have to, but I think it would be nice.”
Berry Punch looked over the painting with new eyes. Yet again she surprises me. I can work on that next. She nodded to herself, already thinking out the details. Brighter color palette with some contrasting colors should do nicely.
“I like that idea.”
Roseluck cantered in place.
“I can’t wait to see it! Let me know when it’s done, okay?”
“I will.”
“Now are you going to tell me what’s hiding under the sheet?” Roseluck pointed to the covered painting.
“Something I’ve been working on for a couple weeks.”
Berry Punch pulled the sheet off revealing the painting.
Roseluck’s green eyes stared back at them, a smile on her face. She was sitting on the edge of a rocky beach, with an arching rock above her. The sun was setting in the background, sending oranges and reds flowing across the canvas.
“It’s not finished yet, there’s some things I’m not happy with, but what do you think?” Berry Punch nervously tapped her hoof.
“I think I’m amazed at this. It looks great!” Berry Punch noticed she looked flustered. “I didn’t think you would choose me to paint, honestly.”
“Why not? You’ve done a lot to help me.” Berry Punch hesitated. “I think I should do things for you too, you know?”
“It means a lot, I promise you.”
Berry Punch’s eyes glanced to the clock.
“It’s getting late,” Berry Punch said. “Don’t you have to go home?”
“I don’t have to. Besides I think I’ll stay here tonight.”
The two left the painting room, and settled down on the couch. The snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the ground, and filling in hoof prints. As the moon rose in the sky Berry Punch couldn’t help but feel happy.
“Sweet dreams, Berry Punch.”
“You too,” Berry Punch mumbled already slipping into a deep slumber.
Author's Note
This one should've been out two days ago, but I had some difficulty putting it together. As always leave your thoughts and corrections in the comments (if you have a long list of corrections, feel free to DM me the list!
Between Winter and Spring
It was a crisp winter afternoon, and Hearths Warming was only a couple days away. Berry Punch had been wracking her brain for a gift for Roseluck. Truthfully, she had an idea, but didn’t know enough to execute it.
She sat back on the couch with a sigh, and stared at the ceiling. Wrapped around her neck was the scarf Roseluck gave her. Lately she had been wearing it inside as much as outside. The comfort it provided felt nice. It also served as reminder that she wanted to get or make a gift as personal as the one Roseluck gave her.
Minuette could help. She sat up at the thought. Yeah, she knows more ponies around town then me. She should have some idea on how to help.
She shoved a bunch of bits into her saddlebags. Don’t know how much this will cost. She rushed out the door into the flurrying snow.
Minuette lived across town, and while Berry Punch felt comfortable when walking around with somepony else not so much when alone. Especially when she spotted a familiar pink pony out of the corner of her eye. She quickly ducked behind a house and cautiously peered out to see if Pinkie Pie passed by. To her relief the bouncy pony was nowhere to be seen. Berry Punch knew with how often she was going out that meeting Pinkie Pie in public was inevitable, but she tried her best not to be seen by her if at all possible. I can’t let this fester forever. She bit her lip and moved on.
Berry Punch trotted down the street at a brisk pace. Ever since the first time Roseluck brought her to Sugar Cube Corner, and the awkward interaction that followed she had been extra careful not to encounter Pinkie Pie. She felt guilty at avoiding her, but she had figured it was easier this way. Easier for me. She thought ruefully.
Once Minuette’s house came into view she gave a sigh of relief. She knocked on the door and waited.
Minuette opened the door and welcomed her inside.
Minuette’s house was a practice in controlled chaos. The centerpiece of her living room was a fireplace with various knickknacks placed above the alcove. Books, mostly romance novels, were haphazardly stacked on the table in the center of the room. Two crystal lights sat at the end tables beside the couch, one being blue and the other white. A blanket which appeared to have been recently thrown aside lay on the couch cushions. A book sat open, face down, at the end of the couch.
Her workbench had a nearly complete clock on it. The face wasn’t painted yet, but Berry Punch would help with that tomorrow.
Minuette had a mischievous smile on her face. “What brings you here out of the blue?” She had a ‘I think I can guess’ look on her face as she waited for confirmation.
“I need some help getting Roseluck a gift. I already have an idea, but I don’t know how to execute it.” Berry Punch didn’t think Minuette’s smile could get any wider, but was proven wrong.
“You came to the right mare!” Minuette tapped the ground with her hoof. “Now what type of gift are you thinking? Something material? Something functional? Something she’s missing? Or mayyyybe something personal?” Berry Punch’s expression must have given it away since Minuette continued on without waiting for an answer. “Something personal, right?”
Berry Punch nodded.
“So spill! What’s the idea?”
Berry Punch explained to the best of her ability what she wanted to do.
“Here, I think this calls for a day about shopping, hmm? There are a few stalls I know around town, and if they don’t strike your fancy we can always visit Rarity.”
The thought of visiting one of Pinkie Pie’s friends was not appealing. The risk of meeting Pinkie Pie there was too high. Plus adding on to the fact Rarity was one of the few that attended her Welcome to Ponyville party and witnessed Berry Punch verbally lash out at Pinkie Pie. She had a feeling Rarity would not be too keen on seeing her.
“I trust the places you know, but, um, can we not go to Rarity?”
Minuette looked confused at the request.
“Why? If the smaller shops don’t have anything you want she’d be your best bet.”
“You remember my Welcome to Ponyville party? Or at least know something about it.”
Realization dawned on Minuette’s face.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, she was there. I don’t think she’d be happy to see me.”
Minuette looked at her.
“I know you don’t have the best history with her or Pinkie Pie, but are you sure? It’s been a couple years, right?”
Berry Punch nodded.
“Okay. Why not talk to them about it?”
Berry Punch was going to protest, but her earlier thoughts on the matter stopped her. It has been a long time. “I don’t know. I thought it was easier not to, but it just seems like avoidance now. Look, I’ll approach Pinkie Pie about it today.” She bit her lip. “Can we get the metal first?” Berry Punch knew it was a foalish delaying tactic. Minuette caught on too.
“Berry Punch…”
“Look, I promise after we’re done with this I’ll go straight to her. Wherever she is.” Now that she thought about it, Berry Punch realized she’d probably be out shopping too.
Minuette didn’t look happy at the answer, but she seemed to accept it.
After grabbing her own scarf the two hit the streets and made their way to the shopping district.
A light snow greeted them. The snow flakes lazily twirled until hitting the ground. As the two entered into the shopping district traffic picked up with many ponies buying gifts or food. Not nearly as busy as a city center, but about as busy as Ponyville could get. Minuette led Berry Punch around the crowds until they arrived at a brown mare’s stall.
A unicorn mare brushed her bouncy mane out of her eyes and greeted the two of them.
“Oh! Hi, Minuette! And hello…?” The mare eyed Berry Punch in confusion. “I’ve seen you around town but I don’t think I know your name.”
“It’s Berry Punch.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Pliant!” The mare reached over and vigorously shook Berry Punch’s hoof. “Got all kinds of metals here for anything you need. ‘Cept for any weapons, need to present a license for those.”
“What about something like silver?” Pliant’s eyes boggled.
“That’s, um, a choice. Not a cheap one.”
Berry Punch felt uncomfortable. She definitely didn’t have the bits for silver. Maybe iron? She didn’t know much about metals. All she knew is that her idea would work with something silver-like in coloration.
“I guess iron would work.”
Pliant had a strange look on her face. “I think you should tell me what your trying to make first. I can give you some options then. Iron’s so dull to work with.” She stuck her tongue out.
Berry Punch explained her idea.
Pliant propped her front hooves on the counter in interest. “Oh? Is this something personal?”
Berry Punch hesitated before she nodded.
“For clothing?”
“No, for a mane.”
Pliant’s smile grew. “Somepony special?”
Berry Punch nodded again, backing up as the mare leaned forwards. Pliant noticed her discomfort and backed off.
“Sorry ‘bout that, just been so long since I designed something for a romantic occasion.” Pliant took on a more business expression. “Now, the materials. Silver’s too expensive, iron’s too dull, how ‘bout pyrite?” Pliant placed a pale gold bar on the table. “I know gold’s not the color you’re looking for, but I can always set a color charm on the metal if you want.”
Berry Punch looked over the metal, and had an idea. “Can the charm be placed on certain parts?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like as an outline or to create a shape?”
Pliant mulled over the thought for a moment. “Could be possible.” Pliant snorted and shook her head. “No, itis possible! I’ll find a way. What’d you have in mind?”
Berry Punch explained her idea and watched as Pliant’s eyes lit up.
“Not a problem!” Pliant picked up a quill in her magic and started furiously sketching on a note pad. “Just jotting down some notes for later, but this’ll work for you right?” Pliant floated a scratchy, but detailed image in front of her.
“Yeah, but could you hold off on creating anything until I find somepony for the gems? Oh, and can I have a copy of that drawing?”
Pliant nodded. “Not an issue, just swing by when you have somepony—and let me know who, so I can work with them.”
During the conversation Minuette had wandered off to a nearby stall and was amicably chatting with the vendor. Berry Punch noticed Minuette slip a package from the vendor into her saddle bags before walking back over.
“What?” Minuette said in response to Berry Punch’s look. “You’re not the only one looking for gifts.” She nudged her. “So, ready?”
Berry Punch furrowed her brows. “For?”
Minuette inclined her head.
Berry Punch followed where she was indicating and spotted Pinkie Pie chatting with a vendor.
Berry Punch hesitated for a moment. She thought up all the excuses she had used over the years. That Pinkie Pie wouldn’t care, that it was better this way—no, that it was easier this way. The moment passed and Berry Punch walked out onto the street and towards Pinkie Pie. Her mind was screaming at her not to do this, that it was a mistake, but Berry Punch shook the thoughts away. Her friend was supporting her. She could do this. If only the nerves could go away too.
“I’ll need the red, gold, and green ones lickety split!” Pinkie Pie bounced in place. “The Hearth’s Warming party will be so good! I have so many things to gather, but once it’s done it’ll be my best party to date!”
“You bet, Pinkie, I’ll have the garland sent to your house as soon as can be.”
“Okie dokie! Thanks again, Tinsel!” The mare waved at the shop keep before turning to find Berry Punch standing behind her. “Oh, hi, Berry Punch. Sorry, didn’t see you there, but I’ll be going now.” Pinkie Pie turned to leave, but Berry Punch called out after her.
“Wait! I need to talk to you.”
Pinkie Pie turned around with an expression crossed between confused and tentative. “Ok, um, what about?”
Here goes.
“Look, when you threw me that party you just wanted me to feel welcome. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It was wrong of me to take out how I felt on you. I’m sorry.” Berry Punch broke eye contact after finishing her apology as her anxiety got the better of her. She waited for any response from Pinkie Pie. Good or bad. Her mind tilted towards a bad response.
“Does that mean we can be friends?”
The unexpected reply forced Berry Punch to look back at Pinkie Pie who had a small smile on her face. Berry Punch didn’t know how to respond at first.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
Pinkie’s smile grew wider and she embraced Berry Punch briefly before backing off. “Great! Oh, I can’t wait! You still haven’t had a proper welcome to town, but I’d understand if you’d want to push it back. Don’t worry I Pinkie Promise you I won’t set anything up without asking you first.” Pinkie did a set of motions to seal the promise.
“I’d like that a lot, Pinkie Pie. I have to go, but let me know when you figured something out.” I can figure out the gems myself. I think. Minuette did say they were other ponies around town.
Pinkie Pie nodded, before she tilted her head.
“Soooo, whatcha doing today?”
“Trying to find gems for a gift.”
“Ooh, who for?”
“Roseluck.”
Pinkie Pie had a sparkle in her eye.
“I think I know just the pony who can help.”
Berry Punch had an idea of who she was talking about.
“Are you sure? I don’t think Rarity would like to see me. I can find gems from another vendor.”
“Of course! What’s the gift idea?”
Berry Punch explained the idea in full.
“See! Just tell her that. Rarity’s a romantic, she’ll get it.” Pinkie Pie put a hoof to her chin. “Although, she might be a bit frosty at first.” She shook her head. “It’ll be fine! Come on, let’s go!”
Minuette waved goodbye with a grin on her face. Berry Punch waved back before hurrying after the party pony.
As they approached the boutique, Berry Punch didn’t feel any more confident. If she was being honest, Pinkie Pie’s cheerful mood was the support she was leaning on at the moment.
Without an ounce of hesitation Pinkie knocked on the door.
Once Rarity opened the door, she embraced her friend.
“I didn’t expect you, darling. Tell me, what did you want?”
“I have a friend who needs some help.” She tilted her head towards Berry Punch. “She needs some gems pronto! I’ll let her explain why.”
Rarity’s expression turned neutral as she eyed Berry Punch.
“I see.” Her ear twitched. “Why?”
The question was about more than the gems.
“I’m… putting a gift together for a friend. I need some help.”
“Help me understand first.” Her voice sharpened. “Did you even apologize properly? Or did you only apologize to get my help?”
Pinkie Pie deflated at Rarity’s words.
“Rarity…”
“No, I want to hear it from her.”
Berry Punch was squarely under the spotlight.
“I was going to avoid apologizing today,” she admitted, “but a friend of mine convinced me not to. I had avoided the subject for so long it was easier for me to not address it at all. So, I apologized to her. Not to gain anything in return. Though she did offer her friendship afterwards. If you don’t want to do business with me that’s fine, I understand.”
Berry Punch watched as Rarity scrutinized her answer, and picked apart the words as they were said. In a way, it was similar to what Paint Spots would do, except it was in defense of a friend rather than selfish gain.
“I believe you.” The words brought relief only for a moment. “But, if I do this for you, you’re going to let Pinkie Pie redo your welcome party. That’s my price.”
“I Pinkie Promise.” Berry Punch went through the motions.
Rarity nodded in satisfaction while Pinkie Pie smiled.
“Now, what’s this idea of yours?” Her voice took on a more business-like tone.
Berry Punch explained the idea in full.
True to Pinkie Pie’s word Rarity’s neutral visage cracked and a sparkle entered her eye. A smile spread across her face.
“You should have opened with that, dear.” She laughed. “I guess I didn’t make it easy on you. I care about my friends, you know. Do you have a reference drawing?”
Berry Punch nodded and pulled out the drawing Pliant made from her saddlebags.
“Ah! This is lovely!” Rarity levitated the picture from Berry Punch and motioned them inside. “Come in! We can talk more comfortably inside.”
Berry Punch settled on one of Rarity’s couches. The whole thing was surreal to her. Never did she think she would be here, much less talking to Rarity and Pinkie Pie. She had to thank Minuette for her help. Now that I think about it, Minuette really has helped a lot. Berry Punch thought something over. She should get a gift too.
“You seem to be daydreaming, darling.”
Berry Punch snapped out of her thoughts.
“Sorry, I do that sometimes.”
“Now, what gems were you thinking?”
“Something red.”
“Like a traditional rose. Fitting.” Rarity’s horn lit up, and an array of red gems floated in front of her. “A variety of garnet gems could do, or cherry opal, red amethyst, or a classic ruby.”
Berry Punch looked over the gemstones. To her they looked almost the same, but the one that stood out the most was dark pink with swirls of light pink across it’s surface.
“What’s that one?”
“Cherry opal, more on the pink side of red.”
“I think that will work,” Berry Punch said.
Rarity nodded to herself.
“Lovely choice. Now I see in the image here the gems are sharply cut. Do you want them sharp, round, or sharp with rounded edges?”
“Sharp.”
“Understood!” Rarity scribbled down some notes. “Can I keep this reference, darling?”
Berry Punch nodded.
“Oh, and Pliant is the one working the metal. I’ll let her know you’re working on the gems.”
“No need.” Rarity waved the concern away. “I’ve worked with Pliant before, I’ll let her know sometime today.”
“Thank you. And Rarity…” Berry Punch hesitated, “thanks for helping me out. I know you didn’t have to.”
“Not a problem. Roseluck’s a nice pony, and I’m sure she’ll love the gift.” Rarity got up. “Now shoo! I need time to work on this.” Pinkie Pie giggled as the two were pushed out the door.
“See, told you romance would help.” Pinkie Pie bounced in place. “I have my own stuff to prepare. Who knows when your welcome party could be! And there’s still a Hearth’s Warming party to put together!”
The two said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
Now to find a gift for Minuette.
Berry Punch went back to Pliant’s stall.
The mare in question was humming a tune while her magic molded metal into a round shape.
“Hey, Pliant.”
“Oh! Hi, Berry Punch. You find a gem vendor?”
“Yes, she’ll be contacting you soon. That’s not why I’m here though.”
“Oh? What for then?” She tilted her head in confusion. “I don’t have anything done on your order just yet.”
Berry Punch shook her head.
“It’s for Minuette. She’s been a great friend, and I thought of a gift for her.”
“Well, lay it on me. I can make just about anything.”
“What if it’s not something you can make, but can teach?”
The time was crawling past at a slug’s pace. Or maybe it was the fact Berry Punch kept glancing at the clock every couple of minutes. The bar was more packed then usual considering it was Hearth’s Warming Eve. Friends and family all celebrating in there own way. Berry Punch normally was bitter around this time of year, and kept her distance. Now, she wanted to leave for an entirely different reason.
Roseluck had invited her over for Hearth’s Warming Eve night. All she was doing now was waiting for her shift to end so she could wash up and head over there. Berry Punch eyed the clock again. The hour hand sat firmly on six. Only two more hours, then I can go. Her musing was interrupted by multiple calls for drinks. After she mixed the last cocktail and served it she idly wiped the counter. Maybe just one more glance at the clock?
6:23.
She sighed. Normally she’d be able to blink through a shift no problem, but thoughts of Roseluck made that more difficult than usual.
“What’s got you down, Berry Punch?” Berry Punch turned to see Sour Whiskey leaning on the counter beside her. Age had not dimmed the sharpness behind his gold colored eyes.
“It’s nothing.” She mixed another drink and hoofed it over to a customer. Sour lightly chuckled.
“Normally I wouldn’t pry into your business, but you’ve been happier these past few months.” Sour hummed to himself. “You’ve been workin’ for me for awhile, but I’m not blind. You don’t like workin’ here.” Berry Punch was about to deny it, but Sour shook his head. “Don’t lie now. Unless you somehow suddenly like the job, which I doubt. I’m guessin’ it’s something or somepony else.”
Berry Punch nodded.
“Thought so.” Sour seemed to mull something over for a moment. “You got a date or something tonight?”
“No, it’s not a date.” Berry Punch found herself blushing at the thought. She didn’t call it that, and neither did I. So, it can’t be one… right? Berry Punch found herself withering under his disbelieving stare.
“Mhm, sure, if that’s what you say.” Sour turned and pulled an apron off a nearby hook and used his magic to strap the clothing on.
“Um, what are you doing?”
“Preparin’ for a long night. You should get goin’ though. I reckon you need some time to prepare for your not-date.” Berry Punch looked at him in surprise.
“Don’t you need help?” The stallion snorted.
“I’ve been runnin’ this bar since before you were born. I can handle a night by myself.” He looked over at her. “’Sides, you won’t lose any pay for this. Consider it an early Hearth’s Warmin’ Gift.”
Berry Punch felt a smile grow on her face.
“Thank you so much!” She moved to give him a hug, but he held a hoof out.
“I’m good. Save that for whoever your meetin’.” Berry Punch blushed and backed up. “Enjoy your night.”
“Thanks again!” She called back as she left the building and headed to her house. She had some cleaning up to do before she headed over to Roseluck’s house, and she needed to grab her gift.
Berry Punch stared at the door. Roseluck’s door. She had been invited to come over the day before Hearth’s Warming. It was not a date. Right? Doubt lingered in her mind. Roseluck was a friend. This was just a friendly visit between friends. With no one else here. I don’t know if she wants anything more. I know I do, but I’m too scared to say anything. I might screw up. Scratch that I will screw up.
Some part of her mind groaned in frustration and demanded her to knock on the door and get it over with. Standing out here in the cold isn’t going to solve anything. She rapped her hoof on the door and waited.
The door swung open and Roseluck greeted her with a hug.
“You’re just in time! I finished with the hot chocolate a couple minutes ago.” Roseluck released her and gestured inside. “I also have marshmallows if you’re interested?”
Berry Punch smiled and nodded. Her fears melted away in Roseluck’s presence. I’ll just enjoy her company either way. I can ask her some other time.
The living room had been rearranged, presumably for the holidays. The record player was moved away from its usual corner, and in its place was a decorated tree. Various types of blooming paper flowers hung from the branches while golden vines wrapped around the tree with hanging tassels. The tree was topped with a sun and moon ornament with a soft yellow light emanating from the sun and a gentle white from the moon. The coffee table had a decorative red, green, and white cover. Snowflake decorated coasters sat on the table in a neat stack of four.
Roseluck came back in the room with a tray balanced on her back with two mugs on them. She deftly placed the tray on one of the end tables next to Berry Punch before taking a mug and settling herself on the couch. She set out two coasters on the table and placed her mug down on one of them.
Berry Punch took the other mug and gave a test sip.
“Ach! Hot, hot!” The small bit of hot chocolate she drank burned its way down her throat. Berry Punch expected Roseluck to laugh at her, but when she looked over all she could see was concern.
“It just came off the stove, be careful! Are you okay?” Roseluck had a hoof on her shoulder.
“I’m fine, should’ve waited for it to cool down first.” Berry Punch blew over the hot liquid, but the steam rising from it didn’t abate. She placed the cup down to cool on its own. She tried to be sneaky about it, but it was hard to carefully get Roseluck’s gift from her saddlebags secretly. “I got you something. I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I couldn’t wait.”
Berry Punch hoofed over the wrapped box.
Roseluck unwrapped the gift only to be met with an unassuming rectangular box. Roseluck examined the box, but there were no markings or obvious signs of what was inside. So, she opened the top. Berry Punch watched her expression nervously.
Roseluck let out a soft gasp. “You got this for me?” There was a note of disbelief in her voice.
“Yes.” Berry Punch felt increasingly anxious as she didn’t take the item out of the box. “Do you like it?”
“Do I like it?” Roseluck took the object out of the box and placed it on the table. The rose brooch sat there. The metallic stem ended in a sharp point with two leaves as additional support to keep the brooch firmly in place while being worn. The rest of the leaves curled outwards with silver detailing inlaid into the pale gold surface. At the top cherry opal gems made up the shape of a rose. Each one sparkled in the ambient light. Berry Punch made a mental note to thank Rarity sometime. She put a pin in that thought as the mare who’s thoughts she really cared about was put to the forefront.
Roseluck looked from the brooch to Berry Punch then back again. Then she embraced Berry Punch.
“I love it.”
Berry Punch felt her heart swell in her chest. Her anxiety washed away, and she was filled with relief.
“I’m happy you love it.”
Roseluck let her go and leaned against her shoulder.
Berry Punch leaned back.
“So why did you…um...want me over today?” The question was simple. The context behind it not so much.
“Well, ever since the holidays swung around I’ve been swamped with flower orders. Now that everything’s died down a bit I wanted to relax with somepony I care about. Things been busy at your workplace too?”
“Yeah, but probably not the same as yours. Lots of ponies celebrating there tonight. I’d probably still be there, but Sour let me off early. I don’t know how he knew, but he found out I was going somewhere tonight. I guess it was written on my face.”
“That was kind of him. What do you mean by it was ‘written on your face’?”
“He said I looked happier.” Berry Punch leaned her head on top of Roseluck’s.
“Are you?”
“With you in my life, yes.” Berry Punch hastily added, “And Minuette too. I didn’t mean to leave her out. She’s one of the first genuine friends I’ve had in a long time.” She felt Roseluck snuggle closer.
“I’ve been happier lately too,” Roseluck hummed. Her eyes were closed, and she had long since placed her mug on the floor.
“Are you tired?”
“It’s been a long day, Berry Punch.” Roseluck’s ear flicked. “I only got home an hour ago. I was going to set up something for us to do. A board game or cards, but...” She felt Roseluck shrug. “You coming over earlier also didn’t give me a lot of time.” Berry Punch’s ears drooped.
“Oh, sorry about that. I was so excited to come over, and when I got off early I couldn’t wait any longer.” Berry Punch blushed as the explanation tumbled out. “I can set something up to make up—” Roseluck’s hoof had reached up and covered her muzzle.
“I wasn’t mad Berry Punch.” Roseluck’s hoof dropped back down. “Besides I don’t think a pillow should talk this much.”
“Pillow?”
“Mhm, yep, that’s you. Now shush.” Roseluck adjusted herself to be more comfortable before her breathing slowed down.
Berry Punch made herself as comfortable as possible before she too slipped into sleep.
Author's Note
I know, it's been a long time between updates. But! I have this chapter now, and another chapter will be posted on Christmas Eve! Pinkie Promise
Between Winter and Spring
The first thing that greeted her was the smell of cinnamon pancakes. She tried to ignore the delicious smell and go back to sleep, but her stomach betrayed her with a growl. Sighing, she opened her eyes and found herself in Roseluck’s living room. I stayed the night? Wait, it’s Hearth’s Warming!
Berry Punch jumped off the couch and into the kitchen where Roseluck was just finishing up a small batch on pancakes.
“Good morning or should I say afternoon?” Roseluck teased. Berry Punch looked at the clock. 11:15.
“I guess I was more tired than I thought.”
“Honestly, I was surprised I woke up before you. I only got up two hours ago myself,” Roseluck said. Berry Punch’s mouth watered as she stared at the pancakes. “Also your parents were here, but once they saw you were still asleep they went over to my parents house. Now, have some lunch, I can tell you’re hungry.”
The two sat down and ate the delectable pancakes. These taste just as good as last time. When the food was gone and the dishes clean Roseluck spoke up.
“Now, I think we could both use a shower before we head over to my parents, I’ll let you go first.”
“Oh, right!” It had nearly slipped Berry Punch’s mind. It’s Hearth’s Warming you silly filly! Berry Punch headed off to the bathroom.
The feeling of warm water on her coat was heavenly. She scrubbed out any grime and dirt in her coat before moving on to her mane and then her tail. After turning off the water she dried herself off, brushed her mane and tail. After a cursory look in the mirror she nodded, satisfied, before letting Roseluck into the bathroom for her own shower.
Berry Punch idly looked over the pictures in Roseluck’s house, keeping her hooves to herself this time. She wondered if one day there would be pictures of them up there too. The thought brought a warm feeling to her heart.
The sound of a door opening brought her back to reality, and she turned around.
“Hey, ready to…” Berry Punch trailed off. Roseluck’s messy mane and tail from earlier had been thoroughly cleaned and brushed leaving it with a healthy sheen. Behind her left ear was the brooch she gave her. The colors accenting her perfectly. Her coat glowed and her eyes sparkled. Berry Punch was at a loss for words, instead she gaped her mouth stupidly.
“Ready to go?” Roseluck finished with an arched brow.
Berry Punch nodded, embarrassed.
“Yeah, sorry.” Berry Punch wrapped her scarf around her neck, and hurriedly headed towards the front door. “Let’s go.”
A quick walk later and the two had arrived at her parent’s house. The structure was both a shop and home, with the front door at the back of the house, and the shop up front. Iris Petal opened the door and welcomed them inside. There was a round of hellos between the new arrivals and those who had settled in. Her parents, Minuette, and a pink mare she didn’t recognize welcomed them into the living room.
Minuette was already talking animatedly to her parents. The unnamed mare walked forwards and put her hoof out.
“Hi, my name’s Daisy. You must be Berry Punch?”
“Yes.”
Daisy smiled.
“Nice to finally meet you. Roseluck’s letters gave me some insight, but there’s nothing better than an in-pony meeting.”
“What do you know?”
“Oh, not much. You’re an artist. Roseluck’s known you for about a year now. What else?” Daisy tapped her hoof. “Right, my sister talks a lot about how much she—”
Roseluck put a hoof over her mouth.
“No more about that.” Roseluck seemed embarrassed.
Daisy laughed and gently pushed aside her hoof.
“My lips are sealed.”
Berry Punch looked between the two for clarification, but Daisy stayed true to her word and Roseluck looked like she wanted the topic to change.
“So, Daisy where do you live?” Berry Punch decided to make her peace with the mystery and move the conversation along.
“Fillydelphia. I work a herbs shop there. It’s a nice place. The ponies can be difficult sometimes, but they don’t mean it.” She chuckled. “They got a hard shell, and getting around it can be tricky. Once you get to know them, they’ll warm up to you. What about you? Did you grow up here too or are you new?”
“I originally lived in Manehatten, then I went to college in Canterlot. Once I graduated I left later in the year to here. That’s a bit of a story in and of itself, but that’s the long and short of it.”
“Oh? So you’ve only been here a couple years then. I don’t think I was around when you arrived. Where do you work?”
“A bar.”
Daisy quirked an eyebrow.
“I would have assumed something more artistic.”
Berry Punch shrugged.
“It’s my talent, and it keeps the bills paid. I haven’t made anything off my art.”
“You know, there’s an art festival in the spring. They rotate around all the small towns. I’m pretty sure it’s being held this year. Give it a try, you never know how things could end up.”
Berry Punch turned to Roseluck.
“Would it really be fine? I mean, I haven’t shown my art in a long time. What if it’s not enough?”
Roseluck smiled.
“You won’t know unless you try, right?”
Comforted, Berry Punch turned back to Daisy.
“I’ll think about it, thank you Daisy.”
A sudden protest sounded from another room.
"You shouldn't be getting up!" A male voice said.
"Eh, you said today's a good day for me. What happened to that?"
"I did say that, but you should be resting."
"Well, I'm kinda tired of being tired. Boring as all get out. 'Sides I can hear Berry Punch out there, and I haven't even got a moment to meet the gal."
"I get it, but—"
"Now, Tender Care, I like ya son. I know how much ya've done for me, I mean Tartarus ya're pretty much family, but ya're getting into my business."
Tender Care sighed. "Can you at least get in the wheelchair?"
"I can accept that."
Iris looked over at the door frame in worry as her husband came into view. He had a cream coat similar to Roseluck's with dark teal mane and tail. His turquoise eyes were a little cloudy and unfocused, but still had a spark in them. His body was pale and skinny like their wasn't enough blood flow. He had a gear with a wrench overlaid over it as a cutie mark.
Tender Heart pushed the wheel chair out of the room, carefully balancing on two hooves. He was an all white pony, mane, tail, and all. His eyes were soft blue, and his cutie mark was red cross with an asklepian centered in the middle. He seemed polite and well mannered, if a bit socially shy.
Roseluck eyed her dad with a critical eye.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Dad? You can rest more if you need it.”
“Fine as a peach, as Tender Heart says.”
Tender Heart frowned.
“I said you were better today, not fine.”
“Semantics, details.” The stallion rolled his eyes. “I’m feelin’ fine. Only wish I could stand up and prove it. Nurse says no, though. I’ll listen, I suppose.”
Tender Heart nodded in satisfaction.
“I’m glad you listened today.”
“He’s a bit stubborn, so it’s hard to get him to relax,” Roseluck whispered to Berry Punch before turning to her dad. “Glad you’re feeling better, Dad. Don’t push it.” She lightly tapped his chest.
He chuckled.
“’Course, I know my limits.”
Tender Heart coughed at the assertion.
“Most of the time leastways.” The stallion turned his attention to Berry Punch.
"So, ya’re the mare my daughter talks about so much. Name's Gear Patch. Been fixin' up this shop for an odd twenty years, when my health permits." Gear offered his hoof shakily.
Berry Punch shook his hoof.
"My name's Berry Punch."
Gear gave a rattled laugh. "Oh, I know. Don't ya worry none about that. Roseluck talks plenty about ya here. Just haven't had a chance to meet ya proper." He scrutinized her. "Ya care for her?"
"I do. She did, and still does, a lot for me." He narrowed his eyes at her and Berry Punch returned the look.
They both stared at each other as the tension rose in the room. A tension which broke when Gear gave a wide smile.
"Ya care for her all right. If it ain't the truth, Celestia doesn't raise the sun."
Berry Punch broke her stare off in surprise at the stallion's change of mood.
Roseluck sternly stared at him.
“You didn’t have to do that, Dad.”
"Sorry 'bout the challenge, Rose. Ya know I didn't come from here. Ponies where I come from are a mite more mean. Ya’re your own mare anyhow, shoulda trusted your instincts." He chuckled and looked back to Berry Punch. "Not like I coulda fought with ya anyhow."
Berry Punch didn't know how to feel about the stallion’s admission, but felt happy he accepted her.
He clapped his hooves together. "My Iris here told me yer some kinda artist? Now, that don't match with the mark on yer flank. Gots me wondering how you got there. Wide range 'tween alcohol and artistry." He chuckled. "Though where I come from they might as well be entwined." This was more of the question Berry Punch was worried about when she met Iris. She bit her lip.
"It was a hobby, but I liked it better than my talent."
Gear mulled over the short reply for a moment. "There ain't nothin' wrong with that. Marks ain't an identity. They're just a push in a direction. Just rotten luck yers wasn't in one you wanted." He smiled widely. "Yer got a spirit in ya, I like that in a pony. Should've met ya sooner, pain be damned."
Iris frowned at the comment.
"I know, I know, recover first, yappn' later." Gear turned back to Berry Punch. "I flap my gums too much. Need that energy for Hearth’s Warming. Nice meetin' ya, Berry Punch." Tender Care sighed in relief. He waved at Berry Punch before Pushing Gear back to his room.
Iris watched them the whole way until the door was closed.
"I worry one of these days he won't be able to leave that room," she whispered, barely audible. Berry Punch politely pretended not to hear. Iris turned to Berry Punch. "Sorry if he made you feel uncomfortable. He's very... upfront with how he feels. Not much room for tact or subtlety."
Berry Punch waved it off. "At first it took me off guard, but I don't think he meant any harm. "
"I'm glad. Some ponies around here don't take too kindly to him."
"I just think he's misunderstood." Berry Punch paused. "I understand that feeling."
Iris smiled warmly and Roseluck seemed to share the sentiment. "That's one more pony that understands him better. Feel free to come over any time. Between you and me I think the lack of socialization has him a little stir crazy. He used to talk to every pony around town, whether they liked him or not. Now, well..."
Iris shook her head.
"It's just good for him and his health."
"I wouldn't mind that."
"You're a good pony, Berry Punch."
Maybe some months ago the comment would have pricked at her insecurity, and made her downplay her own ability to be kind. Compress her confidence into a fine mist and throw it the wind. Now? She felt warmth. She felt good. It felt a little strange, but she allowed herself to feel it.
"Thank you, Iris."
“Hey, Berry Punch!” A familiar voice called out.
She looked over at the source and smiled as her parents came into view.
She embraced both of them.
“I’m happy to see you two here.”
“Well, we couldn’t turn down an invitation to see you, now could we?” Foster pulled out a wrapped gift and placed it on the table. “Plus I had to see your face when you opened this.”
Berry Punch unwrapped the gift. A plain box greeted her. She opened the box and was met with an immaculate piece of woodwork. This time it was a carving of her new home in Ponyville. The surface was carefully painted to match the color of her house. The only inaccurate detail was the cleaned up front lawn. Still need to tidy that up. A tiny version of her lounged on the house steps.
She smiled and hugged her dad.
“It looks great! Like always. Thank you, Dad.”
“Of course, sweetie. It wouldn’t be nearly as good without Roseluck’s help. She gave me the details I needed to make it happen.”
Roseluck had a red tint on her cheeks.
“You didn’t have to tell her that. I said you can take credit for the gift.”
“I could’ve, but why leave you out? You were a big help.”
“Thank you for the gift too, Roseluck.”
Roseluck nodded back, a little flustered. She looks cute like that.
Juniper glanced over at Roseluck and a smile crossed her face.
“Where did you get that?” She pointed to the brooch.
“Berry Punch gifted it last night as an early Hearth’s Warming gift.”
“Really?” Juniper shot Berry Punch a knowing look. “I think it’s a lovely gift. Don’t you dear?”
“Yep. Nice metal work too.”
Minuette popped up nearby.
“Aw, you didn’t wait for me before you gave it to her.”
“Sorry, Minuette I just wanted to, um, give it to her alone.” She lowered her voice at the last part.
“Oh! I see.” A mischievous grin spread on to her face. “You going to tell her tonight at the dance?”
“Dance?” Berry Punch whispered back.
“Yeah, it’s a whole thing. Pinkie Pie set it up. Since you didn’t know, I can lend you a dress of mine if that works for you.”
“Sure. When?”
“Around eight.”
Berry Punch nodded. “Works for me. Oh, also, here’s your gift.”
She hoofed over a envelope.
Minuette tore open the envelope and read over the paper inside.
“Is this lessons for metal molding?”
“Yep! I worked something out with Pliant. I know you always wanted to be able to make metal gears with your magic. Now you should be able—”
Minuette swept her into a tight hug.
“This is a great gift! Thanks, Berry Punch.”
“Not…a...problem.” Berry Punch managed to wheeze out. “You can let go now.”
“Oh, sorry!” Minuette released her and Berry Punch took in a mouthful of air. “I was just excited! Do you know what this means? I can make my clocks last a lot longer, and more complex. Thanks again.”
Roseluck nudged her.
“Nice gift. Glad you looked out for Minuette too.”
“She helped me through too. It’s the least I could do.”
A loud stomp sounded throughout the room.
“Dinner’s ready!” Iris’ voice carried across the room.
The group gathered in the dining room. A large amount of food was laid out on the table. Boiled carrots, mashed potatoes, salad, turnip soup, and healthy heaps of seasoned hay. Cold water, non-alcoholic cider, and sparkling grape juice.
As everypony settled down into their seats, Berry Punch’s thoughts turned toward the dance later tonight. She wondered how it was going to go. Her nerves simmered on the edge in the background, even as she laughed and smiled in the foreground.
Berry Punch felt nervous. Tapping her hoof? Check. Eyes wandering to the floor and ceiling? Right on the mark. Butterflies fluttering around in her stomach? You bet. She didn’t feel comfortable in the dress Minuette loaned her, but the blue mare insisted.
“Hey, you’re looking green. Doing okay?”
“Fine, just nerves and butterflies.” Berry Punch looked at the ground, hyper focusing on the texture and color of the cobbled stone. The two were waiting outside Roseluck’s house. She would be out any minute now.
“Take a breath, center yourself. It’ll be okay.”
Berry Punch inhaled and exhaled.
“I don’t know if that helps. This anxiety feels different. I don’t know. I’m worried she’ll say no.” She bit her lip. “What do I do then? Things will be awkward then our friendship might fall apart.”
“Don’t let it ruin tonight. Go with the flow, and let your heart out.” Minuette smiled. “Besides, you look great! You can’t be moping with your thoughts.”
“Okay, okay.” Berry Punch took a moment and boxed her thoughts up in a crate, and pushed that crate into a lake. “I think I’m good.”
Minuette looked past her. “Perfect timing.”
Her thoughts trailed off as she saw Roseluck walk up to them.
She was wearing a long red dress. The back of which was made of a silky material that looked close to a petal texture. A lighter red made up the section that wrapped around her barrel with green cloth vines wrapped around it. The vines all connected around her chest and formed a gentle arch. A rose sat neatly behind her ear. All in all she was—
“Beautiful.” The word had slipped out before Berry Punch could regain control of herself. Minuette overheard and laughed knowingly.
“What’s so funny?” Roseluck asked as she walked up.
“Oh, nothing.” Minuette waved a hoof dismissively. Whew, I won’t have to— “Just something Berry Punch said.” Berry Punch gave Minuette the best glare she had, but Minuette only smiled innocently.
Roseluck turned to Berry Punch and smiled. “Well, if it made Minuette laugh, why don’t you say it again?”
“Um, I mean it wasn’t really a joke or anything.”
Minuette subtly nudged Berry Punch. Oh, this is about what we talked about earlier.
“I just said, you know, that you’re…” Berry Punch looked away “...beautiful.”
“Thank you! You look great too.” Berry Punch had the courage to look back to see Roseluck was blushing lightly.
“Let’s head on to the party, hm?” Minuette led the group down the road until they reached a decorated building.
Upon entering Pinkie Pie greeted them.
“Hello! Welcome to the greatest Hearth’s Warming party to date!” Pinkie smiled. “It’s nice to see you here, Berry Punch. Oooh! You gave Roseluck her gift.” The mare bounced in place. “It looks super! Really matches your mane Roseluck.”
“Thanks, Pinkie!”
“Hey, Pinkie, do you mind helping me with something?” Minuette asked.
“Sure! What do you need help with?”
“We can talk about it over there.” Minuette inclined her head to a table.
“Lead the way!”
Minuette winked at Berry Punch before heading off with Pinkie Pie.
Berry Punch shuffled in place.
“Have you been to this party before?”
“A couple times. It’s more of a couples thing than anything else.” Berry Punch felt her cheeks burn. Did she plan something too? She nervously pulled her thoughts together and got ready to ask.
“Do you want to dance?”
Roseluck could have said anything in response to the question. She could decline. She could give a lurk-warm response. She could have a lot of things. Berry Punch’s mind was working overdrive trying to quash all the bad outcomes.
“Yes.” The answer was almost unbelievable. Is this happening? She stayed reserved.
She found herself led out onto the dance floor.
“Is this a bad time to mention I can’t really dance?”
“You’ll be fine, follow my lead.” Roseluck smiled in encouragement.
Berry Punch did her best to follow what Roseluck was doing, but even if she messed up a couple times Roseluck kept encouraging her forwards. After a good ten minutes she had enough of handle on it to follow Roseluck convincingly enough.
The dance was nothing close to anything traditional, but that was fine. It was a mix of improvising and care. A balancing act of sorts. She felt the words welling up, she wanted to let her heart take control of her vocal cords and play a symphony.
“Hey, Roseluck?”
“Yes?”
“You’ve helped me so much this past year.” Once she got started Berry Punch found she couldn’t stop. “You brought me back on my hooves when I was stumbling. You helped me reconnect with my parents. You helped me with my alcohol problem. I can’t even count the number of days which you cheered up just by being there. You didn’t judge my hobby based on the mark on my flank.” Berry Punch laughed. “And you helped clean up my house. I didn’t think anypony else would do something like that.”
Berry Punch noticed the space between them shrinking, but she didn’t mind.
“Then my… birthday. When I really thought things would break. Minuette helped me see clearly. Even then I didn’t think an apology would be enough, but you surprised me like usual.” She felt herself faltering. “I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you. Thank you so much and…” Berry Punch’s heart was hammering in her chest. Of all the things she wanted to say this was the hardest.
“It’s okay, take your time.” Her heart swelled. A moment of quiet passed between them.
“I like you, a lot.”
Her nerves got the better of her and she closed her eyes and waited for any response. Despite her hopes, she felt Roseluck would let her down easy. A gentle rejection. Then she could take a cold shower and put the pieces of her heart back together. Some part of her expected it.
Then she felt Roseluck’s lips against hers, and she took her expectations and smashed them against the floor. The kiss only lasted a couple seconds, but it felt much longer. Berry Punch felt almost dizzy. She blinked and looked into Roseluck’s sparkling green eyes.
“I like you too.” Happiness like she hadn’t felt in a long time spread throughout her body. She was almost giddy. As the music wound down to a close she walked side by side with Roseluck back to Minuette and Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie was sliding a couple bits over to Minuette who swept them up into a small bag.
“What’s this?” Roseluck asked.
“Oh! We were just playing a little game! I thought for sure Berry Punch would kiss first, but you chickened out.” Pinkie waved an accusing hoof at Berry Punch, but her face broke out into a wide smile.
“I didn’t know you were betting.” Berry Punch turned to Minuette. “You bet against me?”
Minuette smiled.
“Sorry, Berry Punch. I know you pretty well, and I know Roseluck too. Besides I had some inside intel.” Minuette looked at Roseluck. She talked to her too?
“I bet for you!” Pinkie Pie interjected.
“Thank you, Pinkie Pie. I appreciate it.”
“Not a problem!” Pinkie Pie beamed. “Oh! Can you look over this? It’s for your welcome party next year.” Pinkie Pie brought out a pink book with confetti on the cover. “I haven’t got a date yet, but I wanted you to look over somethings.”
Berry Punch eyed the cover. A part of her wanted to open the book, but another part respected Pinkie Pie’s skill enough not too. In the end she hoofed it back over to her.
“I trust you, Pinkie Pie. Let me know when and where the party is when it’s ready.”
Pinkie Pie slipped the book into her saddlebags.
“Will do!” Pinkie Pie’s tail twitched. “Nearly forgot! Twilight needs my help with the fireworks. Seeya around!” Pinkie Pie bounced away without waiting for a response, humming a tune to herself.
“Oh yeah! The fireworks show.” Minuette got up. “We don’t want to miss that!”
The trio headed out towards the fields where the show was taking place.
The three sat in the grass as the show started. Red, greens, blues, and yellows danced across the sky in spectacular shapes.
Berry Punch leaned against Roseluck.
“You talked to Minuette too?”
“I was nervous too, Berry Punch,” Roseluck admitted. “I didn’t know entirely how you felt. To be honest I had a whole script I was going to read out before you started talking. After you finished I gave the only response that mattered.” Roseluck kissed her on the cheek, leaving Berry Punch to blush furiously. “The way you get flustered is adorable.”
Berry Punch only found herself blushing more. Berry Punch managed to focus enough to get a thought out of her mind.
“What’s after this?”
“You worry a lot you know.” Roseluck hummed. “We can take things at your pace. I think as long as were together we can weather anything.”
Berry Punch took the words as comfort.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Author's Note
Hey guys, sorry about the missed deadline!
Between Winter and Spring
The bright, spring sun shown down on the remnants of a rainy day. Rain drops sparkled on the edges of leaves, before dripping down to the rich brown earth. A cool breeze wound its way through the various plants on its journey to the west.
Berry Punch wiped sweat from her brow. The day was nice, but the work she was doing was not.
"You doing alright, Berry Punch?" Roseluck's voice called from the other end of the lawn.
"Yeah, just dreaming about a shower after this."
Roseluck chuckled.
"Me and you both."
Berry Punch's house had been cleaned earlier in the year, and now Roseluck had finally convinced Berry Punch to tackle the sorry state of her front lawn. They were in the process of pulling weeds and trimming the hedges that served as the boundaries of the lawn.
As two worked they talked.
"So, your going to be gone the day of the art festival?"
Roseluck nodded.
"Yep. I have to attend to some business in Canterlot. My dad can't go, and my mother doesn't want to leave him with Tender Care. Not that she doesn't trust him, but he can be a bit of a..." Roseluck circled her hoof "...doormat. I'll be back around the afternoon, though. The event starts at one, right?"
Berry Punch confirmed it for her.
"Perfect! Then I won't miss it for the world." She pecked Berry Punch on her cheek.
Berry Punch blushed. She still wasn't used to the affection. Roseluck teased her about it, and took every chance she could get to remind her how much she cared. It was a kind of unconditional love she didn't understand coming from a romantic partner. She was learning to enjoy it more as the days passed.
Roseluck hummed to herself as she worked.
"Are you going to show me what your working on for the festival?"
Berry Punch made a motion of sealing her lips.
"Darn."
"Sorry, Rose, it's a surprise."
Roseluck pretended to pout.
"I see how it is."
Berry Punch played into her mood.
"Come on, Roseluck, it's not personal."
Roseluck's expression broke out into a smile.
"What happened to 'Rose'?"
Now Berry Punch was on the backhoof.
"I, um, it sorta slipped out." Berry Punch blushed again. How's she so good at that?
Roseluck bumped her affectionately. "Well, I like it."
Feeling her confidence trickle back, Berry Punch replied, "Okay, Rose, what type of flowers were you thinking of planting here?"
Roseluck smirked.
"It's a surprise." She winked at her. "Don't worry, it's not personal."
Now it was Berry Punch's turn to fake pout.
"Are you going to show me at least?"
"Of course." Berry Punch followed her marefriend out to a large cart. Roseluck had parked it there when she arrived earlier in the day. Berry Punch had assumed it was for the tools they were using throughout the day, but she was proven wrong when Roseluck uncovered the tarp and revealed lines of carefully curated flowers.
As Berry Punch looked over the amount of them, she felt a little overwhelmed. Her Jade flower was manageable, but this seemed like a lot. Roseluck caught on to her uncertainty.
"Don't worry, they're low maintenance for the most part. I'll teach you how to take care of them, and help out whenever you're unsure, okay?"
"Works for me. Is this going to be similar to how we worked with the Jade flower?"
"No earthpony magic this time. I've already carefully tended to this batch, all they need is soil, water, and sunlight. The only work we'll be doing is planting them. Ready?"
Berry Punch took one last look over the flowers before she nodded.
The two mares got to work unloading the flowers and placing them around the front lawn. Roseluck directed the effort. She had a vision for how she wanted to array the flowers, and Berry Punch trusted her enough to let her decide. The work was repetitive and tiring, but worth it in the end.
They looked over the finished lawn in satisfaction. It was unrecognizable from its previous unruly state. Flowers outlined the cleaned off stones leading up to the porch. Canterbury bells, waxflowers, calla lillies, and others now decorated the front lawn.
Roseluck went over each of them and explained how to take care of them. Berry Punch did her best to commit the knowledge to memory, but had a feeling she would need a refresher in the future.
"Thanks, Rose. You didn't have to do all this."
"I did. I love you, remember?"
Berry Punch leaned over and pecked her on the cheek. The gesture was uncommon for her, and she felt a little uncertain about the action, but she wanted to return Roseluck's love in kind.
"I do. It's hard to forget with you."
The two leaned against one another, tails entwined as they looked over their hard work with satisfaction. The future looked bright.
Papers were stacked on the desk. Each one was indexed and dated. The mare sitting at the desk was putting the finishing touches on an envelope. She eyed the address critically. Nothing seemed out of place. She sat back in her chair. There was only a couple days left.
She picked up a ticket and looked it over. This had been perhaps the umpteenth time she had done so. Ponyville. The ticked was dated to a couple days from now. She placed it down.
"Soon things will be normal again. As they should have been."
Author's Note
Sorry for the long wait!
Between Winter and Spring
The soft light from the moon tip-toed it's way into the room. Berry Punch was hard at work making some last minute adjustments to her painting.
She had her scarf wrapped around her neck; the clothing provided a sense of comfort. Even if Roseluck was away for the moment, she was still with her.
She looked over the painting she worked on for the past month. Depicted on the canvas was Roseluck on a dock by the ocean, she had smile on her face, and her green eyes sparkled in the dawn light. Needs a couple touch-ups.
Berry Punch put the last remaining touches on her painting. She stepped back and looked over her work. There was a sense of satisfaction with having finished, and a tinge of creeping nervousness at showing her work publicly. Berry Punch breathed in and out to calm herself. Roseluck will be there, Minuette will be there. It’ll be just fine.
She left the painting to dry and went into her kitchen. Her stomach was demanding she eat something.
"Alright, alright," she grumbled. "Sorry, I spent so much time in there."
She made herself two sandwiches, bread, lettuce, and sunflower seeds. She munched on an apple after she was done.
As she sat back against the table she wondered about what would happen tomorrow. She hadn't publicly displayed her art since college. Am I still good enough? Or did some of my skill atrophy away? Would I even know until somepony pointed it out?
She idly opened the fridge. Maybe something sweet would help.
Berry Punch noticed a muffin she hadn't put there in her fridge. A note was attached to it.
She took the muffin and note out.
Berry Punch,
I know you're feeling nervous about the festival, and I'm not going to be there the night before, but I wanted to leave you this note. You can do this. Don't let anypony drag you down. Don't let those doubts in your head drag you down. I know you'll be the best there is. You already captured my heart. You can do the same with your art for others.
Love,
Roseluck
Berry Punch felt her nervousness wash away. Even when she's away, she finds a way to support me. I love her so much. Berry Punch hugged the letter to her chest. She's right. I can do this.
She nodded to her self then nibbled at the muffin. A familiar chocolate, blueberry, and cinnamon combination rushed over her taste buds. A smile spread across her face. She hadn't forgotten the day they met.
"Personally I like the spring, but the transition between the two has its own charm, don’t you think?"
Berry Punch smiled to herself.
"It does."
It seemed like a long time ago, even if it had been only a year. Some days Berry Punch wondered if what happened the past year was a dream she would wake up from. It seemed too good to be true, but she pushed those thoughts down. They weren't constructive, more like the last vestiges of what her life used to be like trying to drag her back.
She shook her head.
There was nothing that could drag her back. She was sure of that.
The moonlight shone down on the empty cobblestone roads. A yellow mare made her way to a building. The sign read, 'Ponyville Post Office'. The door was locked, but it didn't matter. Her magic carefully applied tension to the core, and moved the pins into place. With a click the door opened.
Guess they didn't change the locks since the end of last summer. She smirked. Less of a headache for me. She walked straight to the back area where the mail was kept. She ignored all the other mail routes and focused on Derpy's work desk. A stack of unorganized mail sat on the table, ready for the next morning.
She slipped the letter into the stack before she left the post office.
Now she just had to wait.
Author's Note
Kept my promise this time!
Between Winter and Spring
Berry Punch practically hopped out of bed. Today’s the day. The art festival had arrived. Ever since she knew about its existence she had teetered back and forth about entering. Truthfully, the event itself wasn’t a competition, but more of an exhibition of art from near and far. That fact, and Roseluck’s support, had tipped the balance and she decided to enter.
She quickly reviewed the painting, her eyes sweeped over the surface for any mistakes. She nodded in satisfaction. Her touche-ups had worked out well. She covered the painting and wrapped it for transportation later. She still had a morning to afternoon shift after all.
She wondered when she might not have to work at the bar anymore. She didn’t begrudge Sour Whiskey, if anything she was happy for his support, but that didn’t make her enjoy the work any more. She sighed. I’ll cross that bridge when it appears.
She took a shower, and was in the middle of brushing out her mane when somepony knocked at the door. The clock read 7:30. Likely Derpy.
“Hi, Derpy. More from my parents?”
Derpy nodded.
“Yep. Also this one.”
Derpy hoof over two letters.
Berry Punch eyed both letters. The first one was definitely from her parents. Probably going to ask how today went. She thought to herself. The second one was plain with just her address and name. That hoofwriting looks familiar. Her mind couldn’t come up with an answer for this familiarity so she shrugged and tucked the two letters off to the side. I’ll read them after the festival.
“Thanks, Derpy. Have a good day.” Berry Punch waved goodbye, and Derpy returned the gesture before flying off.
Berry Punch wrapped up her morning routine before putting on her work garb and hitting the street.
Sour was already there by the time she arrived.
“You’re here early,” Berry Punch said.
“Yep. Today’s a festival day.” Sour wiped the counter. “You need to leave early today, right?”
“Around 11:30,” she confirmed.
“Hm.” Sour stopped what he was doing. “Ya know, you’ve come a long way. I remember when you stumbled into town. Runnin’ from something. Now you’re here.”
“Thank you, Sour.” The stallion usually wasn’t as forthcoming with his thoughts, so Berry Punch made a point to appreciate each time it happened. “Do you need any help after I’m done?”
“Nope. You enjoy your day after that.”
He went back to work without another word. Berry Punch went to work alongside him. The two set up and prepped everything they needed to for the day ahead.
At around 9:30 a crowd started to fill up the establishment. Ponies, and non-ponies alike took seats and started to talk.
The bar was more packed than usual due to amount of outsiders in town drawn by the art festival. Most stuck to light drinks or food. A lot of them were discussing the pieces they were going to display or other pieces from their friends. The room was lively with discussion of different artistic mediums as well as debate on which were passing fads or longstanding movements.
Berry Punch threw in her own two bits every once in a while to the surprise of some of the patrons. Overall it was an energizing environment to be in, and Berry Punch found herself more excited to present her own work.
She practically bounced her way over to the next table. Maybe Pinkie Pie’s rubbing off on me.
The table had fours mares seated. Three of which were engaged in a heated discussion over color combinations and which would work best together. The forth was looking over an open binder. Berry Punch only glanced at them before asking for their order.
The first three rattled off their orders quickly while the forth seemed distracted. One of her friends poked her.
“Spots, you gonna get a drink?” The binder closed with a soft thud.
“Alcohol's not really my thing.” The mare turned her golden eyes to Berry Punch. “How about a water?”
*SNAP *
Berry Punch looked down at the paper pad. Her pencil had snapped in half. Paint Spots is here. She put up a neutral expression. She’s not going to ruin this for me.
“So it'll be a water for you then?” Berry Punch asked as politely as she could while she fished out another pencil.
Paint Spots stared at her for a moment.
“Sure,” she replied coolly.
Berry Punch scribbled down the order before sliding the pad into her uniform pocket.
“Is that everything?”
“Maybe. Been a while since we talked.”
“We don’t need to talk about anything.”
The other three mares were looking back and forth at Paint Spots and Berry Punch trying to figure out what was happening.
“How’ve you been?” The unexpected question made her suspicious.
“Fine.” Berry Punch really hoped the short response would end the conversation.
Paint Spots hummed.
“So you and her are finally together then?” Berry Punch already didn’t like where the conversation was heading.
Berry Punch tried to find any hint of snark in her tone, but Paint Spots remained neutral to the point of disinterest.
“I don’t think that’s your business.”
“So, that’s a yes than. Good, I’m happy for you.” Her three friends looked just as confused as Berry Punch. One of them open their mouth to speak, but interrupted themselves with a yelp of pain. “No need to be rude, Amber Cast.” Paint Spots turned back to Berry Punch, “Surprised she’s not here today.”
“Is that all for your order?” Berry Punch chose not to engage with the conversation. It’s not worth it.
“Sure.”
Berry Punch turned around only to hear Paint Spots speak again.
“She’ll be late coming back from Canterlot.” Against her better judgment she turned back to Paint Spots. “I don’t know the details, but she won’t be back today.” How would she know? Roseluck would tell me if she was going to be late. I can’t let her back into my head.
“See you later at the art event, then!” Paint Spots called after her. Berry Punch didn’t bother to respond. She decided not to let Paint Spots mess with her head. Roseluck would be back tomorrow, and nothing would change.
Berry Punch stepped out of the shower. She scrubbed her coat dry and brushed her mane and tail out. She did one last check in the mirror to make sure she looked nice and didn’t miss any spots.
Once assured everything was good she packed her painting and carefully made her way out the door and to the festival.
Balloons hung from every pole, and colorful streamers leaped from roof to roof. A kaleidoscope of confetti covered the ground. Bouquets of flowers tied with blue, yellow, and red ribbons sat in glass containers lining the street. The Spring Art Festival had started. A whole host of events were taking place today, but the art display was the one Berry Punch was taking part in. Pinkie Pie really outdid herself.
Berry Punch carefully made her way through the crowds of ponies until she found the art exhibit. It was a large open stage with slots for all those displaying their art. After finding her spot she placed her painting on the easel and sat down. She had arrived early so she could compose herself before the exhibit started.
The painting a couple feet away from her looked familiar. The background work and buildings in the work were immaculate in design and execution, but the painting was missing something. Despite the clear skill involved, the work seemed mechanical, made without love. Paint Spots. Berry Punch was knowledgeable enough in her work to tell who it belonged to. Compared to Paint Spots’ work in college this wasn’t as good; she wondered where all the care went for her craft.
The more she looked over the painting the less she liked it. The lack of ponies or any life at all sterilized the setting. The empty streets didn’t look empty for any reason, save for the fact the painter simply didn’t want them there.
“Nice day so far.” Berry Punch heard Paint Spot approaching. She looked out to the crowd and ignored her.
Paint Spots didn’t seem to care.
“I took a walk down to the train station to see the ponies arriving this afternoon.”Don’t listen to her.
“I saw an old stallion with his granddaughter. A young couple. A group of young ponies.” Paint Spots looked sentimental. “It was like an array of life to death in front of me. Those at the very start and those about to tumble into the unknown. But,” Paint Spots paused, “the one thought occupying my mind was there was somepony missing from the crowd.”Don’t listen.
“Cream colored coat, almost vanilla. Red striped hair. Green eyes. You know I don’t remember her name. Could you help me out?”
Don’t.
“Roseluck, that’s what it was.” Paint Spots nodded to herself. “I wonder what held her up?”
Berry Punch was trying very hard to ignore her.
“Hey! Leave her alone.”
Minuette put herself between Berry Punch and Paint Spots. Berry Punch felt immediate relief.
“Just some talk between old friends.”
“Well, you’re not her friend anymore.” Minuette poked her chest. “I know what you did. Stay away from her.”
Paint Spots’ face could have curdled milk.
“I’m surprised you’re still her friend after what you told me.”
Minuette didn’t back down.
“I know what I did was a mistake. I owned up to it, and apologized. Somehow, I don’t think you can do the same.”
Paint Spots snorted and seemed posed to say something nasty, but Minuette interrupted her.
“Nothing else from you. Leave her alone or I’ll tell Pinkie Pie. She’s one of the ponies in charge of the event today.”
“Fine.” Paint Spots walked off. She flashed a smile at Berry Punch, but otherwise disappeared back into the crowd.
Berry Punch breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thanks, Minuette.”
“Not a problem! Oh, wow!” Minuette was looking over Berry Punch at her painting.
“You like it?”
“It’s beautiful. You should have shown me some of your work sooner.”
“Do you think Roseluck will like it too.”
“Are you kidding? She’ll love it.” Minuette poked her forehead. “Don’t let your noggin say otherwise.”
Berry Punch giggled at her antics.
“Okay, okay.”
The two settled in as the festival went on. Berry Punch had quite a few ponies interested in her art piece. Some were artists like herself, and asked her about specific techniques and styles she utilized. Others commented on how the piece felt to them on a personal level. Ponies from around town recognized Roseluck, and asked if they were in a relationship which Berry Punch always responded in the affirmative.
As the day wore on, Berry Punch was starting to wonder where Roseluck was.
“Minuette, do you know what time it is?” Berry Punch knew she had an uncanny ability to keep track of it. Whether from skill or her cutie mark she was unsure.
“It’s a quarter to three.” Roseluck should have been back by now. “Are you worried?”
“I don’t know. It’s just… something Paint Spots said. She said she’d be late. Now I can’t get it out of my head.”
“She lies a lot, Berry Punch. We don’t know why Roseluck’s not here. She might be getting ready.”
Berry Punch didn’t look convinced.
“Okay, I can tell your worried. What if we check together?”
“I’d like that.”
As they approached Roseluck’s house, Berry Punch started to calm down.
“I guess this was silly of me. I still want to check, but I hate how much my anxiety just takes control sometimes.”
“I bet it’s frustrating.”
“You have no idea.”
Minuette knocked on the door.
“Roseluck! You home?”
A moment or two passed in silence. That nervous feeling increased the longer there was no answer. Berry Punch opened the door.
“Roseluck? Sorry, I…” the house was just as Roseluck left it. There was no sign of any unpacking or recent occupation.
Minuette followed after and looked inside.
“I guess she really isn’t home. Did you check your mail this morning? She might have sent a letter if she was going to be late.”
Berry Punch latched onto the idea.
“No, I didn’t. Derpy delivered it, but I put it to the side.”
They made their way to Berry Punch’s house.
She spotted the strange letter from this morning and opened it.
Her eyes went over the letters contents in disbelief. What… is this?
“Berry Punch? What’s it say?”
Berry Punch turned the letter around.
Dear Paisley,
I’m sorry, it’s been awhile, but I finally read your letter. I didn’t expect there to be so many delays to seeing you. Honestly, it’s my fault, but I’m going to make it up to you! Honestly, I’m planning a trip up to Canterlot soon to visit. Plus it’d be nice to see your foals again (they’re such an adventurous pair, even if it gets them into trouble), and I’m sure they miss me. I’m sure we can work on things together when I visit.
Love,
Author's Note
Okay, need to stop with the promises of a chapter the next day. Sorry about that.
Between Winter and Spring
Berry Punch took the letter back, and re-read the words again. A complex cocktail of emotions was welling up in her chest. Did the room always spin like that? She blinked rapidly, and her breath came in batches.
“Berry Punch, I—we don’t know the context behind this.” Even Minuette’s voice wavered. “Hey, breath, okay? Take one breath at a time.”
Berry Punch couldn’t listen. Her mind was stuck on the name at the bottom of the page. Roseluck. The whole letter was in her flowery script. This doesn’t make sense. She said she was away on business.
“Minuette,” she took a breath, “I need to be alone.”
Minuette looked unsure.
“I don’t know if—”
“Please, let me be alone. I’ll be fine.” Her breath was starting to come back to her. Her thinking was still clouded, but she had an idea at least. Ask her when she comes home later today. She sunk her thoughts into a cage. For now at least.
Minuette nodded and left without another word. Although, the apprehensive glance Minuette threw her way said more than words could.
She couldn’t stay here. She grabbed her scarf and made her way to the train station. Sitting on the bench, she watched as the evening passengers got off the train. No Roseluck.
Berry Punch sat on a nearby bench, trying not to let her thoughts spiral.
Roseluck didn’t come back home that night.
Berry Punch woke up to knocking on her door. She yawned as she got off the couch. As soon as her hooves hit the carpet what she read last night hit her. Immediately her mood soured. She didn’t know what would happen when Roseluck came back.
She made her way to the door an pulled it opened.
A sudden embrace and peck on the cheek told her who it was.
“I’m so sorry! There were so many problems to deal with, than the kids I were watching stole something from a shop. Little rascals. I had to clear that up with the police. Anyway, I know I missed your exhibit so where’s your painting?”
Berry Punch had gotten her painting yesterday on her way home from the train station, but that wasn’t what was on her mind. She had thought over what to say, had practiced it, refined it and thought over it again. All of it crumbled to dust.
“Who’s Paisley?”
“Paisley...?” Roseluck asked, confused. “From Canterlot? How’d you know about her?”
Berry Punch blanked out anything Roseluck was saying.
“You stayed an extra day for her.” Berry Punch almost didn’t register that she spoke. Her mind was drowning in thoughts. One after the other, droplets of accusations, anger, and sadness. “Right?”
“Where’s this coming from?” Roseluck looked concerned. “Did something happen while I was gone?”
Berry Punch snatched the letter off the table and almost threw it at her.
“This.”
Roseluck took the letter slowly, and read over the words. Her eyes widened as she got to the bottom.
“This isn’t the letter I sent. The words aren’t right.” Roseluck looked up at Berry Punch. “I didn’t write this.” Her brow furrowed. “Wait, how did you get this?” Roseluck’s eyes widened. “Did you go through my mail?”
“I didn’t have to. It was delivered to me. I didn’t know who it was from, so I opened it.” Berry Punch flicked her tail in agitation. “So, who is she?”
“There’s nothing going on between us, Berry Punch. I’m serious.” Roseluck kept looking back at the letter in disbelief. “I didn’t write this.”
“Who else? Who else writes with your hoofwriting?”
“I—I don’t know. But I didn’t write this letter.”
“Get out.”
Roseluck looked like she had been slapped.
“Berry Punch, please we can talk about this.”
“What is there to talk about?” Berry Punch said bitterly. “About how stupid I was? About how I thought things would be different, but I ended up at the same place before?”
“No, I would never do that to you.” Roseluck said the words with conviction, and her eyes held nothing but worry. “I don’t know how this,” she held up the letter, “happened, but we can work through it together.”
Berry Punch wanted to fall into the comfort of her words, but she was too upset. She didn’t know how to rationalize the letter or its contents. It felt an awful lot like a situation she was in back in college. She closed her eyes.
“Get out.”
Roseluck shrank back at the words, and tears brimmed in her eyes.
“Okay.”
Berry Punch felt her heart shatter into pieces as she walked out the door.
She needed something to clear her head. She made her way to the kitchen. Roseluck had helped her get rid of all of her alcohol. Or almost all. Berry Punch popped open the secret drawer in the counter. A single bottle of Cherry Twine whiskey sat unassuming in the drawer. She had consoled herself by saying she would eventually get rid of them. I guess Roseluck wasn’t the only one who was lying.
She took the bottle and a glass into the living room. She set the two down, and poured a shot. She looked over the brown liquid in the glass. She reached forwards before retracting her hoof again. There was some hesitation, but it was eroding away by the second. It was scary how fast she had sunk into her old routine.
She drank the shot. A warm feeling spread through her body. She drank another shot. The warm feeling spread further. The memories of the past year seemed like a dream. A brief delusion interrupted by stark reality. There’s no getting out of this for me.
She felt the floor sink as she fell deeper into her own head. What do I do now? I still have Minuette as a friend, Pinkie Pie too. Without Roseluck there was a hole in her heart which she wasn’t sure would ever mend.
She poured another shot.
A knock sounded at the door.
She didn’t even look up.
“Go away.”
“Berry Punch, it’s me.” Paint Spots voice sounded through the door. She looked up in surprise, and a prickling sense of suspicion welled up alongside it.
She cautiously made her way to the door.
“What do you want?”
“To talk. About us.” The wording was not what she wanted to hear right now.
“There’s no us.”
“What are you talking about?” Paint Spots sounded genuinely confused. “I know you needed your space so you left our apartment, I get that. I thought you would be back in a year after you cleared your head, but you weren’t. So I went looking for you.”
Berry Punch couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her heart dropped.
“You looked for me?”
“Yes. Eventually, I remembered your parents and followed the mail trail to your new house. It took a long time, but I finally found you last summer. Then when you left for Manehattan, I was on the train, but couldn’t find a time to talk to you. I only got a chance when you went to the bar, but that didn’t go well.”
Each word only made Berry Punch more and more scared.
“Are you still there?”
“Yes.”
“We could talk more comfortably if you let me inside.”
“No. I’m fine like this.”
“Okay. I’m serious about us, you know? It’s not the same with Roseluck. That’s temporary. This is permanent. Why didn’t you come back?”
“You hit me. I can’t come back to that. I had to get away.” Berry Punch didn’t know what else to say. Paint Spots was acting strange.
“I know, I made a mistake, but we could have worked through it. You didn’t have to leave over it. That hurt.” There was an edge in her voice. “Why do you still like her? She doesn’t know you like I do.”
Bringing up Roseluck only put her in a worse mood.
“Look, Paint Spots, it’s over, okay? Can you please leave me alone?” She hoped she would listen to that at least.
A loud bang shook her violently out of her thought process.
“Let me in.”
Berry Punch was still processing the sound Paint Spots’ hoof made. A distinct feeling of fear welled up. What’s happening? Everything seemed wobbly. Looking down, she realized she was shaking. She took a breath.
“I… no.” She braced herself against the door. “Never again.”
Paint Spots was silent for a moment.
“You’re making a mistake. I did this for you.” There was an uncharacteristic note of desperation in her voice. “Why can’t you see that?” Did what for me? The moment the thought crossed her mind she looked over at the envelope. The lettering. Now she knew why the hoofwriting looked familiar, it was Paint Spots. She didn’t know how she had got the letter or if what the letter said was even true.
Idiot! Idiot, idiot… why didn’t I think? Another thought occurred to her. She’s been reading my mail. Did she do the same with Roseluck? The uncomfortable thought wouldn’t leave. Berry Punch felt sick. She knew Paint Spots was possessive, but never did she imagine she would go this far.
“You hurt me. You keep hurting me. You won’t leave me alone. Why can’t you see that?” Berry Punch wasn’t sure what Paint Spots would try next, and her nerves weren’t helping. She tried not to think what would happen if she forced the door.
“I can’t hurt you.” The conviction in her voice was absolute. “I love you too much.”
Berry Punch was stunned. She knew back in college Paint Spots was possessive to an extent. Enough to leave early in the morning without a word. This was beyond mild possessiveness, this was an obsession. The realization hit her like a sack of bricks. Paint Spots would never leave her alone. In her mind this was normal .
Now Berry Punch was alone. The only thing between her and Paint Spots was a door, and not a sturdy one either.
“Berry Punch?”
This wasn’t something Paint Spots would let go, that much was clear to her. She eyed the door to her painting room. The window. The only other way out of this place.
“Are you ignoring me?”
Keep her calm.
“No. What do you want?”
“For you to leave with me. I’m sorry if you think I hurt you. I’ll make it up to you.”
Berry Punch carefully made her way to her art room. She raised her voice.
“I don’t know if you can.”
“I can. We can work through everything together. No more running away. We can work it out now if you let me in.”
She opened the painting room door as quietly as possible.
“Tell me how. Explain.”
Paint Spots started to weave another long lie as Berry Punch used the time to open the window and escape.
Once her hooves were on the grass she ran straight to Roseluck’s backyard. The rough branches of the bushes left scratches on her as she passed through. She tested the handle before entering her house. Truthfully she didn’t know if Roseluck was even home, but Minuette was too far in town.
She closed the door and slid back against the frame in relief. She looked at the ceiling and wondered what to do next.
“Berry Punch?”
Roseluck’s voice was a splash of sunshine on a rainy day.
She rushed up and embraced her. She felt Roseluck push her away. The push was gentle, but firm. Roseluck’s snout twitched.
“Were you drinking?” Berry Punch wilted. She had forgotten about that. She shook away her guilt. Paint Spots first.
“Roseluck, I’m sorry, not just for that, but—”
“Berry Punch…” Roseluck closed her eyes. For the first time, Berry Punch noticed Roseluck’s mane was unkempt. Her eyes had bags under them, and it looked like she had been crying. “Please leave. I need some time.”
“I need help.” Berry Punch rushed the words out of her mouth before Roseluck could say anything. “Look, Paint Spots came over to my house today. She’s still there. She won’t leave. I told her to go, but she won’t. Then I saw her hoof writing on the envelope, and everything clicked. I had to leave my house through the back window. I know I screwed up, I promise to make it up to you.” Berry Punch went to look away, but wrenched her gaze back to Roseluck. She needed to say this facing her.
“I love you, so much. I know an apology isn’t enough; I made an assumption, when I should have been thinking clearer. What I’m trying to say is: I bucked up, and I’m sorry.”
Roseluck’s face was a mix of emotions. Berry Punch didn’t know what would happen next. The uncertainty scared her more than anything. She didn’t know whether she would lose the mare she loved again, for good this time.
“Come here.” The words were an invitation, not a command.
Berry Punch approached only to be met with a hug.
“I accept your apology. I know somepony messed with the letter. It’s why your words didn’t hurt as much. You thought I did something behind your back with another mare. The lack of trust hurt more. Smelling alcohol on your breath hurts more.” She sighed. “We’re going to talk more after this. Paint Spots took advantage of the fact you didn’t know about Paisley. I’ll explain everything, but for now we need to deal with her.”
Berry Punch sniffled and nodded.
“Okay.”
Roseluck squeezed her tight before she let go.
“I’m going to the police. Then they’ll go to your house. What she did in Manehattan was bad, but this is stalking. I’ll be back soon, okay?”
“I’m not going with you?”
Roseluck shook her head.
“I don’t know what Paint Spots is willing to do if she sees you, so this is safer.”
“What if she comes here?”
“You won’t be alone. Minuette’s in the kitchen.”
Berry Punch blinked.
“She is?”
Roseluck nodded.
“She tried to cheer me up after our argument. She was down here, but when you came through the door, she went away to let us talk.” Roseluck walked to the bottom of the stairs. “Minuette! You can come out now.”
Minuette appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. She looked between the two anxiously.
“Are things okay between you guys?”
Both Roseluck and Berry Punch nodded. We’ll talk through the remainder after Paint Spots is dealt with.
A small smile appeared of Minuette’s face.
“I had a feeling you guys would work it out.”
“Could you stay here with Berry Punch, I need to go to the police station.”
Minuette looked concerned.
“What for?"
Roseluck brought Minuette up to speed.
“Not a problem, Roseluck.”
Minuette turned to Berry Punch.
“We can talk about it if you want to.”
“I’d like that.”
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The moment Roseluck left the vicinity of her house she felt like she was being watched. The uneasy feeling didn’t leave as she entered the square and went down a small side road. She heard some hoof steps behind her, but didn’t get time to register them.
Roseluck felt something collide with her and push her into the wall.
“She doesn’t understand. You. Are. Temporary.” Paint Spots. The mare enunciated each word. Roseluck didn’t have time to respond before the first punch hit her. “Where is she? Where did you take her?”
Roseluck pushed her off.
Paint Spots stumbled back.
She stood her ground, and kept an eye on Paint Spots’ movements.
“I didn’t take her anywhere. She ran away from you . Why can’t you get that?”
“You don’t understand. She’s everything to me.” Paint Spots let out a frustrated growl. “No one understands how far I’ve gone to find her. Now she’s here. I’m this close to getting her back, but you just won’t get out of the way.”
Roseluck looked for any ounce of insincerity in her words, but could find none. She really believes herself.
“So, get out of my way.” Paint Spots’ horn charged up and spat out concentrated magical energy. Roseluck barely escaped with minor burns to her tail. Paint Spots continued to try and hit her with magic, but Roseluck could see it was wearing her out.
By this point other ponies noticed what was happening in the alleyway and had called for help.
Roseluck wasn’t a fighter, but neither was Paint Spots. She just had to use her natural strength to her advantage. The moment Paint Spots took a moment for a breath, Roseluck tackled her to the ground.
Paint Spots’ writhed in her grasp, sparks emitting from her horn as she tried and failed to cast a spell. Eventually she settled for pulling at Roseluck mane, hard. Roseluck cried out in pain, but held her grip.
Roseluck felt another pony pull her off Paint Spots, and watched a police officer pull Paint Spots back as she got up and tried to go after Roseluck.
“This is your fault!” Paint Spots spat at her. “If you would have minded your bucking business and left her alone things would have been fine!” She continued to struggle in the officer’s grasp. “Let me go!”
“I can’t do that—hey, calm down!” The mare looked to her partner. “Do you have a nullification ring?”
“I do.” He looked at Roseluck. “Are you fine? You’re not going to do anything, right?”
Roseluck shook her head.
“She attacked me. I was making my way to the police office to report her.”
The stallion nodded.
“I’ll get a statement from you in a moment.” He floated out a silver ring with iron bands and slipped it over Paint Spots’ horn. The sparks stopped immediately. “Okay.” He pulled out a pen and pad of paper.
“What happened here?”
“Like I said she attacked me while I was walking through the alleyway. I was going to report her for stalking my marefriend and messing with my mail.”
“Do you know how long she’s been stalking her?”
Roseluck shook her head. “No, you’d have to ask Berry Punch about that. She would know more than me.”
“Okay, I—”
“Stop struggling!”
“Let me go! Now!” While she didn’t have her magic, Paint Spots was actively trying to wiggle out of the policemare’s grasp.
“Cuffs! I need some help over here!”
“I’ll be there in a second. Roseluck, right? Can I get your address for a follow up?”
Roseluck told him, and he quickly scribbled it down.
“Alright, we’ll be there once we deal with her.” Cuffs went to help his partner.
Roseluck watched them drag Paint Spots away. The satisfaction was limited, since she had a difficult conversation ahead of her once she got home.
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“How did this start?”
Roseluck had just left, leaving Berry Punch and Minuette alone in the living room. Minuette had made some tea which Berry Punch was currently sipping to give her time to think.
“Everything was fine yesterday, then Paint Spots showed up at my job.” She sighed. “It wasn’t much, but she said Roseluck would be late. I tried not to let it bother me much, since her words shouldn’t have meant anything. Then she got on my nerves at the art festival.” She sat back and rubbed her forehead. “It’s hard to think right now.”
“Do you want some water?”
Berry Punch nodded.
“The tea’s nice, but water sounds good right now.”
The sound of running water echoed from the kitchen then stopped. Minuette reappeared and placed the cup down.
Berry Punch took a long draw from the cup. Twice now, I’ve had a friend sit across from me after having a drink. Berry Punch almost laughed how familiar the scene was. She would’ve too if the conversation was light. She thought for a moment. To Tartarus with it. She let out a disjointed laugh. Minuette stared in concern, but Berry Punch waved her off. It’s nice not to focus on Paint Spots for a moment.
“It’s okay, just some deja vu.” Berry Punch pointed at Minuette. “A couple months ago it was Roseluck sitting there looking at me like that. I hope this isn’t going to be a pattern.” Berry Punch looked down at the ripples in the water. “Again.”
“Anyway, you know this part. Roseluck wasn’t at her house, and then I read that letter. As for what happened after that. I tried to distract myself. To keep my thoughts was spiraling down, but it was hard. I ended up waiting at the train station, but she didn’t show.
“Next day, she knocks on my door, and I asked her who that mare was. She wasn’t real, right? Maybe the letter was a mistake? But, no, Paisley was real.” Guilt crossed Berry Punch’s face. “I just ran with my assumptions. I didn’t give her a chance to answer properly. I...”
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Minuette’s support was appreciated, but Berry Punch couldn’t let this sit.
“It’s fine, I’m fine. I lost my temper and told her to leave. Twice. Then I really spiraled.” Berry Punch took a breath. In. Out. In and Out. “I took out a bottle I hid from her.”
At this Minuette let out a gasp.
“I thought you guys got rid of every one of them? Why did you…?”
“I don’t know. I thought I could get rid of it myself, but I could never do it. Things are hazy after that. I remember feeling angry, sad, and tired. My own little pity party. Then Paint Spots had to crash it and make it even worse. I didn’t know why she was there at first, but she laid out her cards fairly clearly. She thought we were still together in some twisted sense. How she got to that conclusion, I’ll never know. I kept her talking until I could escape through the back window. You know the rest.”
Minuette digested the information.
“All that matters now is how you talk to Roseluck about it. Paint Spots doesn’t matter all that much. The police will handle her. But, Roseluck? That’s on you.”
Berry Punch groaned and leaned back on the couch.
“I know. I know that rushed apology won’t cut it. I want to try, but what if she hates me for what I did? I lied to her, and she still helped me with Paint Spots.”
Minuette shrugged. “I doubt she hates you. She might be upset, but hate is a strong emotion.” She smiled. “Be honest with her, and don’t leave any details out, okay?” She put a hood on Berry Punch’s shoulder. “This is just a bump in the road, y’know?”
Berry Punch mirrored her smile. “Speaking from experience?”
Minuette’s expression turned to mock horror.
“Nope! Romance is not for me. Doesn’t mean I can’t cheer on from the sidelines.”
They both shared a laugh. The sun shined brighter into the room at the sound.
“I’ll let you think about it.” Minuette hugged Berry Punch. “Clean yourself up, clear your mind, and stay honest with her. I have a feeling this’ll work out.”
“Okay.” Berry Punch nodded to herself. “Okay. I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be out after I’m done.”
“There you go! Nothing like a nice shower to clear your head.”
Berry Punch sniffed her coat. Blegh, I do smell.
She brushed her mane and tail while her mind went over how the conversation would go. Does she even want to see me? Should I wait? She chewed on the thought before tossing it. The longer I wait the worse this gets. When she gets back, we’ll talk.
She nodded to herself as she stepped out of the bathroom. Berry Punch could hear faint conversation from the kitchen. She recognized both Minuette and Roseluck were the ones talking. She didn’t expect to see what Roseluck looked like as she turned the corner.
Her mane was ruffled, her tail was singed at the end, and a bruise was on her cheek.
All her carefully crafted words crumbled to dust. She rushed up and inspected the bruise herself.
“Who hurt you? Are you okay?”
Minuette sidled her way out of the room.
“I’m fine.” Roseluck eyed her tail. “My tail got the worst of it, the ends will have to be cut off, but otherwise I’m no worse for wear.”
Berry Punch back off, but looked her in the eye. “Who did this?”
“Paint Spots. She must’ve followed me when I left my house.”
“Is she…?” Arrested? The thought seemed almost to good to be true.
Roseluck must have caught the implication because she nodded.
“Yes, they arrested her for that.”
Berry Punch sighed in relief, but even as the relief washed over her she knew she still had to talk to Roseluck.
“Look, I’m sorry about how I reacted. I thought you...” she hesitated on the word, “...cheated… on me. I should’ve trusted you more. I made an assumption and ran with it. And, I hid something from you. A bottle of alcohol.” Berry Punch’s ears flicked down despondently.
“You drank again?” There was a note of disappointment in Roseluck’s voice. Berry Punch swallowed thickly.
“Yeah, do you remember when you helped get rid of all my alcohol?”
Roseluck nodded.
“It wasn’t all of it. I… had a bottle hidden in a secret drawer in my kitchen. I decided not to tell you about it. I thought I could get rid of it by myself, but I just couldn’t.”
Roseluck sagged.
“So, after our argument you took it out?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
The two mares sat quietly for a moment. Roseluck had an unreadable expression on her face.
“I’m not going to lie, Berry Punch. That hurts to hear. The fact you hid that from me, after we agreed to work through it together. I don’t know. I’m glad you told me at least.”
Berry Punch wilted.
“I should’ve told you sooner. I want to make this work, but I know I can’t lie about things like that. Moving forward, I’ll be honest. I promise you, no, I Pinkie Promise you.” Berry Punch went through the motions. “We can take another trip to the NA group in Canterlot.” She reached out to Roseluck’s hoof. Roseluck didn’t retract it. “I love you.”
Roseluck closed her eyes for a moment.
“I love you too, but going forwards I can’t have you lie to me like that again. I just can’t have somepony like that in my life.”
Berry Punch couldn’t agree more. Between Paint Spots’ meddling and her dip back into alcohol it almost cost her this relationship.
Berry Punch nodded.
“I promise.”
Roseluck seemed satisfied, even if the previous conversation topic lingered over both of them.
“Speaking of the truth. You should know about Paisley.” Roseluck took a breath. “I should have told you sooner. She’s a business partner with my parents. Normally they would go up there, but lately it’s been me. She’s an older mare with two adopted kids, but no significant other.” Roseluck seemed to mull something over. “In fact, when we go up for your next NA meeting you can meet here, if you want.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“Okay, is there anything you want me to explain?”
“The letter, you said you didn’t write it, but how did it get that way?”
“Oh! One moment.” Roseluck rushed out of the room. A moment later she returned with a letter. “I keep copies of any business mail I receive or send out. This is the one Paint Spots tampered with. The original.”
Berry Punch opened the letter.
Dear Paisley,
I’m sorry, it’s been awhile, but I finally read your letter. I didn’t expect there to be so many problems setting up a new shop. Honestly, it’s my fault, my parents don’t have the time to dedicate to this. I’m going to make it up to you since you’ve put up with so many issues! Honestly, I’m planning a trip up to Canterlot to help sort this all out. Plus it’d be nice to see your foals again (they’re such an adventurous pair, even if it gets them into trouble), and I’m sure they miss their honorary aunt. One of these days I’ll bring Berry Punch up to meet them too, but she’s focused on her art festival project and I don’t want to detract from that. Anyway, I’m sure we can work on this zoning thing when I get there.
From,
Roseluck
Berry Punch looked up from the letter. She couldn’t believe how much Paint Spots cut out and re-worded.
“I was going up there to help clear up a minor building dispute with the city. We’re working on an expansion to the store up in Canterlot. That’s why I was there. My parents, specifically my dad, can’t make the trip anymore and my mom doesn’t want to leave him behind.”
"And, why were you late? I’m not accusing you of anything, I just want to know.”
“Oh, that , um.” Roseluck shuffled in embarrassment. “I was supposed to watch her kids while she checked on on the shop. They’re too smart for their own good. Let’s just say the guards were not happy with my explanation that the foals I was watching had stolen various ship items when I wasn’t looking. Or more accurately when one of them deliberately distracted me while the other nicked a couple shop items. It delayed me getting back while the issue was sorted out.”
“Now,” Roseluck turned stern, “I know we talked about it, but the about the alcohol you hid from me.”
“It’s all gone!” Berry Punch quickly preempted the question Because I drank most of it. She thought to herself guiltily. Roseluck’s tail swished.
“I would like to believe you, but considering what you admitted I want to make sure this time.” Roseluck’s voice took on a softer tone as she continued, “I care about you, and I want you to get better. I wouldn’t be a good marefriend otherwise.”
Berry Punch hung her head. “Okay.”
Roseluck put a hoof on Berry Punch’s withers.
“I promise this won’t be an everyday thing. I’m not going to snoop through all your private stuff. All I’m going to look for is alcohol. I won’t do it without you either, so you’re going to be there the whole time.”
Berry Punch felt a little better if she was going to be there the whole time.
“We’ll work through it together, right?”
“Together,” Roseluck confirmed.
Despite the whirlwind of the past two days, Berry Punch found it in herself to believe it.
Author's Note
Posting this away from home, please forgive any formatting wonkiness.
Between Winter and Spring
Azure Blue finished reading the letter. It was now her job to do cleanup. She rolled her eyes. Some mare chasing after another mare. She read the name and address. Not going to be hard. Just me another pony should be enough.
A brown stallion poked his head in her office.
“Hey, you look annoyed. Who’s mess are you cleaning up this time?”
“Some dispute down in Ponyville. Speaking of, I need a partner for this, Dusty Trails.”
“I didn’t volunteer.” He looked around in faux-confusion.
“I wasn’t asking.”
“I guess I can help. I swear if I’m just lugging books this time.”
“Shouldn’t be like that , just need evidence of mail tampering and stalking.”
Dusty straightened up. “Really? How bad is it?”
“From what I know, a mare—Paint Spots—followed another mare down to Ponyville. One time offense. It led to an alteration by the town square. She’s in Ponyville jail right now.”
“Okay, let’s get to it then.”
The two hit the street and made their way to an apartment block by a college.
“Isn’t this some fancy schmancy art college?” Dusty looked around in distaste.
“Not relevant. Could be an art professor or something.”
They made there way up the stairs to the apartment door. 203.
Azure stopped in front of the door and pulled out a copied key from her saddle bags. With a click the door opened and revealed the apartment. It didn’t feel like a living space. The living room felt clean—no, unchanged , like everything had been meticulously left as it was from a certain date in time.
“I don’t like this place.”
“What strikes you as off?”
“Mess doesn’t feel natural. There’s not a speck of dust or crumb of food, but things litter the floor. Why?”
“Good point.” Azure moved through the room. Despite the feeling of offness, nothing else could be gleaned from the general areas. “I’ll take the first bedroom. You take the other one.”
Opening the door she was greeted with a mess of bottles and thrown blankets. Some of the bottles were empty, others weren’t. Just like the living room, the mess was strangely organized and well dusted. There were old stains on the floor, but they were long faded like somepony had tried to scrub them out. A note sat on the bed.
Azure pulled open the note.
I left your room exactly as you left it. I cleaned up the stains. I’m sorry for hitting you. You know I still love you right? It won’t happen again.
She folded the note and placed it in a bag before stuffing it in her saddlebags.
“Hey, Azure?” A voice shouted from the other room. “Could you come here?”
“On my way,” she shouted back. She made her way to the other bedroom. “What’s the… issue…?”
A map hanging on the far wall was the centerpiece of the room. Pins marked cities and towns with strings crisscrossing the map face. Notes were under every major city. Each one denoted whether she thought Berry Punch was there or not. Eventually they all collased around Ponyville.
Followed her parents’ letters. I finally found her.
The note was dated last year.
“What in Tartarus?”
“I know, that’s not all either.” Dusty pulled open a filing cabinet. “These are letters going back a year to when she found her. Each is, I think, an exact copy of every letter Berry Punch ever sent. That’s her name, right?”
Azure nodded absently. She flipped through the letters until she got to the oldest one.
Dear Mom & Dad,
I know it’s been awhile. Sorry if this is coming out of the blue…
The rest of the letter was standard fair, but the note at the bottom wasn’t.
I can see you again. It’s been so long. Maybe you’ll understand then.
Azure spotted a bound book sitting in the corner of the desk.
Skimming the entries in the book granted her a look into Paint Spots bitter and obsessive mindset. She had been trying to find Berry Punch the moment she left. Once she knew she was in Ponyville she started to scope out whether she had made any new friends. Minuette was one of them. She pretended to miss-send a letter, and used Minuette’s good nature against her to gain information. Mostly pertaining to Roseluck once she knew about her. Paint Spots’ descriptions of Roseluck dripped with resentment and jealousy.
Paint Spots wasn’t dissuaded at being rebuffed in Manehattan. If anything, seeing Berry Punch only seemed to make her obsession worse.
She doesn’t understand. I’ m not hurting her. I can’t hurt her, not in a way that matters. I love her after all. She knows that deep down.
Azure turned to open the next section of the filing cabinet. She discovered another long series of letters. This time, belonging to a mare named Roseluck. She could see markings and notes on the letters. Paint Spots flowing script outling as much information as she could gather about her.
She’s an obstcale. A temporary fling. If only Berry Punch could see that.
“Dusty, I need you to go down to the station and get a team down here. Or we’re going to be here all night.”
Dusty nodded and made his way out of the apartment.
In the meantime Azure gathered up everything she could in the apartment. She was a little shaken. This was supposed to be a simple case of mild stalking, and the more serious charge of mail tampering. Now she was looking at something much worse. Paint Spots last words in her journal proved the point.
It’s not love with Roseluck. She’s confused. Love hurts. It’s painful. Nopony else understands, that’s why they leave. Berry Punch is different. She’ll understand in time. I just need to convince her.
Author's Note
Just two more chapters left to wrap everything up!
Between Winter and Spring
Winter/Spring: Another Day
Berry Punch stared at the ceiling in an attempt to find a reason to get up. Her bleary eyes tried to focus on the uneven surface and find patterns across it. The sun had, annoyingly, risen some hours ago and kept finding a way to shine in her eyes. I thought I put up the curtain last night? It was difficult to be sure, since her actions had been less than sober last night. She snorted and pulled herself away from the embrace of her bed and made her way to the window.
To say the room was a mess would be putting it lightly, bottles, broken glass, trash, and articles of clothing littered the floor. She pushed her way through a mound of clothing and garbage on her way to the window. Not high enough to block the light. She thought, irritated. It’s my day off for Celestia’s sake! Can’t a mare wallow in peace? As she finally finished wading through the mess she roughly pulled the curtain over the window.
The consequence was a sudden lack of a light source. Berry Punch stumbled and staggered her way through the dark room to her bed.
“Dammit!” A piece of glass had found purchase in her hoof. She wrenched the object out and tossed it away.
“Today already sucks,” she muttered as she crawled back into her bed. Berry Punch didn’t bother to attend to the wound. Not like I’m going to see anypony today anyway. She moved her injured hoof over the edge of the bed so it could drip onto the floor instead of the sheets. I’ll clean it up later… probably.
Pain shot up from her hoof, but she did her best to ignore it. I’m not worth the trouble. If it gets infected, great. This can all just end. She looked towards the closet. Not like I could do it myself. Coward.
She slipped in and out of a fitful sleep as the morning turned to afternoon. A sudden knock at the door brought her back into reality. Who…? She shook her head. Doesn’t matter, they’ll go away soon. Probably just another letter from my parents. A flash of guilt. They don’t need to be burdened by me.
The knocking did not let up, though there were some pauses before it resumed. Eventually snatches of a voice made it up the stairs from her front door.
“...Berry Punch...you home?”
Not this again. Why doesn’t she leave me alone? Berry Punch couldn’t help but feel a little guilty at the thought. At least she tries. Celestia knows why. Everypony else is content with seeing me at my job or not at all. With a heavy sigh Berry Punch got out of bed. She tried to ignore her headache and the stings of pain from her hoof as she walked down to the front door. The trip was marked by navigation around the tornado mess that was the rest of her house. She opened the door and was greeted by Roseluck.
“Oh good! Sorry if I woke you up. I’m not really sure when you’re awake or not,” Roseluck said. Berry Punch put up her most convincing smile. Here goes the act. Hopefully it'll be enough.
“No, I’ve been awake for awhile now. Do you need anything?” Please just be a quick hello-how-do-you-do so I can get away.
Roseluck opened her mouth to speak, but gasped and pointed down at Berry Punch’s hoof. “Are you okay? That looks pretty bad.” Berry Punch looked down and saw her right hoof caked with dried blood. That’s right, forgot about that. She mentally facehoofed. Great. Nopony was supposed to see this.
“I’m fine.”
Roseluck had an incredulous look on her face.
“That should be cleaned and wrapped. Do you not have anything for that?”
“Maybe...?” Berry Punch couldn’t remember exactly what was in her bathroom. There might be something if she dug around enough. “It’s okay, I can handle it later. What do you want?” Roseluck didn’t register the question.
“That has to be taken care of. What if you get an infection?” Roseluck said. “I can help you wrap it up. I know a little bit about medical stuff. You can show me where your wrap is, and we can clean and wrap it all up.” How did I get myself in this situation? I don’t want anypony inside my house. She adjusted the door to the smallest possible angle, so Roseluck couldn’t see inside.
“I’m good, seriously. I’ll take care of it soon,” Berry Punch said. “Now what did you want?”
Roseluck was off put at her attitude, but answered her question. “You’ve been living here awhile, and I wanted to get to know you better. You know, show you some spots around town.. I don’t see you walking around much. Now I’m concerned about your injury and want to help with that.”
An uncomfortable feeling wormed around inside her. ‘Get to know me better’? Why? Does she want something? Berry Punch couldn’t help but feel suspicion. I’m a shut-in. What’s interesting about me to learn? She didn’t know what to say. A part of her wanted Roseluck to leave, and another wanted to take a chance. She mulled over her options.
“Stay here for a moment.” Berry Punch closed the door and made her way to the bathroom.
She searched through the cabinets until she found suitable gauze. Then she found a clean-ish rag which she washed off with some water. Digging around through the drawers rewarded her with some medical tape. She looked through the bottles on the sink until she dug out some alcohol of the non-drinking variety. Once she had gathered everything she looked up and saw her own reflection in the mirror. The sight was not pretty.
Her mane was messy and tangled, and her tail looked much the same. She had dark bags underneath her eyes. Her coat was scruffy and not brushed. She almost didn’t recognize the pony in the mirror. I really let myself go, huh? Might as well try to put myself together today. She grabbed a brush and got to work on her mane and tail. After the worst of the stray hairs was dealt she smoothed out her coat. She took another look into the mirror. Better than nothing.
She put the items in a bag and grabbed the bag with her mouth before heading to the front door.
Roseluck had waited. Surprising. Thought she would take the chance to leave.
Roseluck’s confused look morphed into understanding once she saw the items in the bag.
“Here let me help with that.”
Berry Punch reluctantly hoofed the items over before laying out front hoof.
The alcohol stung as it washed over the wound. Berry Punch grimaced, but didn’t complain. Roseluck moved to clean off the wound with the rag, but stopped. She examined it critically.
“This isn’t clean. I’ll be right back.”
Roseluck walked down the path away from Berry Punch’s home before taking a left to her house. As she entered Berry Punch could only idly think, huh, she lives next door. That explains why she has the time to annoy me so much. She bit her lip. Then again she is fixing up this wound for me. I’m letting her. Why am I letting her? Did she leave me out here so I look stupid when she doesn’t come back?
Berry Punch looked around the hedges lining her house. Does she have friends waiting to point and laugh. That’d be typical. Something She would do. Berry Punch pushed away the memories before she was overwhelmed. No need to bring it up. Just sit here and wait for her to make fun of you. Then things can go back to normal.
A distant door opened and closed, then Roseluck made her way back. Berry Punch’s stomach coiled in anticipation for any biting comment or mocking tone. Roseluck didn’t seem vindictive as she made her way back to Berry Punch’s porch. If anything as she got closer her expression was closer to apologetic.
“Sorry that took a moment, I decided to run the rag under some warm water. Can I see that hoof again?”
Berry Punch wordlessly held her hoof out. This isn’t how things are supposed to go. She suppressed a hiss of pain while Roseluck cleaned out the wound. A moment passed while Roseluck focused and Berry Punch didn’t know what to say.
“How did you get this?”
“I stepped on something.”
“Is whatever you stepped on gone?”
Berry Punch looked away. “Yeah. Threw it away first chance I got.
If Roseluck spotted the lie she didn’t point it out. The porch lapsed into silence again. Berry Punch felt uniquely uncomfortable. None of her projections about what should have happened did happen. This is too normal. I don’t like it. Is she just biding her time by pretending to be nice?
“There! All done.” Roseluck examined her work. “Redheart could probably find a problem with it, but I think it’ll do for now.” Roseluck looked up at Berry Punch, but her expression was blank as she stared at the wrapping around her hoof.
“Why?” Berry Punch struggled to get any suspicion out of her tone.
“You were hurt, and I wanted to help.” She shrugged. “Not much else to it.” Sure. For now.
“Okay.” Berry Punch shuffled a little further from Roseluck. “Didn’t you have a question to ask me?”
“I wanted to show you a couple spots around town.” She looked down at Berry Punch’s hoof. “Now, with your hoof the way it is I could show you two at most. If you’re up for it?”
Berry Punch looked off the porch towards the town. I don’t think they’d appreciate me waltzing around town to a place that’s not my job. On the other hoof, Roseluck’s the only one who’s been nice to me since my welcome party. Even if I can’t figure out why yet. She teetered back and forth in her mind before she came to a decision. Don’t make me regret this.
“Sure, sounds fine to me.”
Roseluck perked up at the answer.
“Great! I’ll take it slow so you don’t hurt your hoof any worse, okay?”
Berry Punch nodded, and the two got on their way.
Some ponies paid her no mind as she passed by with Roseluck, and a few quirked their eyebrows. More still frowned at her presence. If Roseluck really is nice, this is probably going to hurt her reputation. Figures. Only pony that’s nice to me suffers the consequences of being around me. She tried her best to ignore them, and focus on her worsening headache. Really should have just stayed inside today. I could have said no. But she did help me. Another spike of pain from her brain reminded her why pain medication existed. Distracted by her own thoughts and pain, she nearly bumped into Roseluck.
“Here we are!” Roseluck gestured to the building in front of her. Sugar Cube Corner. The building was decorated like a pastry. White frosting-like fixtures outlined a roof of cookie shaped tiles. Through tinted pink windows guests enjoyed various delicacies served by them. Not here. Anywhere but here. Before Berry Punch could voice her thought Roseluck and entered the building. Can this day get any worse? She resigned herself as she entered after Roseluck.
Freshly baked treats and pastries filled the air, alongside the conversations of patrons scattered around the various tables. Berry Punch recognized a few from her job, but their names escaped her. The real issue for Berry Punch was the pink mare behind the counter chatting away with Roseluck. She tried her best not to be noticed, but Pinkie Pie was surprisingly observant. Pinkie’s voice went from bubbly to more reserved as she addressed Berry Punch.
“Hi, Berry Punch.” Pinkie’s voice had a note of uncertainty. “Haven’t seen you in awhile. Well, I mean, I’ve see you around, but every time you notice me you sorta walk away.”
“Yeah, just busy.” In an effort to shift the conversation Berry Punch gestured to Roseluck. “She brought me here.” I don’t want to talk about this now or ever really. Pinkie seemed to catch the undertone of Berry Punch’s words because her smile fell.
Roseluck looked back and forth between the two in confusion. Before she could ask anything Pinkie Pie moved the conversation forwards.
“Is there anything you want, Roseluck?” Pinkie turned to Roseluck with wider smile which felt forced. Roseluck ordered two muffins and paid for the food.
The two had settled at one of the tables outside at Berry Punch’s insistence.
“I normally don’t pry, but what was that about?”
Berry Punch hadn’t touched her muffin. “Something dumb I did when I first arrived here.” I was hoping to avoid anything like this today. Guess I can’t catch a break.
“Oh, your welcome party.” Roseluck averted her eyes. Berry Punch’s mood soured at her words.
“Look, I don’t want to talk about it. Can you drop it?”
“Okay, okay.” Roseluck raised her hooves in a placating gesture. After a beat a light smile crossed Roseluck’s face. “Isn’t the air nice out today? Winter crisp with a taste of spring. Personally I like the spring, but the transition between the two has its own charm, don’t you think?”
Berry Punch tried to spot anything to indicate Roseluck would pry more, but couldn’t see a thing. She’s good at hiding it. She decided to keep the conversation going while she mulled over if her stomach would allow her to eat the muffin.
“It can be, but…” Berry Punch trailed off. I think winter is better, even if it’s a bitter reminder sometimes. I don’t want to think about it. I’ve already started to ruin the day with that Pinkie Pie stuff. “Winter is the one I prefer. I like snuggling up in a blanket on a freezing day. Some hot coco and a warm fire brings it all together. Walking around the snow is also relaxing and peaceful.”
“I can see it.” Roseluck giggled. “Sorry, just imagined you in a scarf. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you walk around during winter since you arrived here.”
“Don’t have the time to I guess.” Berry Punch resolved her internal muffin debate with, buck it. I haven’t eaten anything today. She gave the muffin a small nibble only to met with chocolate, blueberries, and a hint of cinnamon. The mixture was surprisingly tasty and Berry Punch wolfed the muffin down in a couple bites. I think that was the best muffin I’ve ever had.
“Somepony hasn’t had one of Pinkie’s muffins before,” Roseluck said teasingly.
“I haven’t had any muffins in a while. But…” Berry Punch examined the wrapper. “That was a good muffin.”
“Are you up for a walk? It won’t be a long one, with your hoof the way it is.” Roseluck asked. “But, it’s a nice day, it’d be a shame to waste it.”
Roseluck brought Berry Punch to a park at the edge of town. A small lake sat in the middle with scattered individual trees around the pathways. The view was nice and peaceful. Few other ponies walked around the pathways which left them pretty much alone. Berry Punch felt the smallest spark of inspiration at the view, but she suppressed it. Not like painting will make the day much better.
“I know it’s not winter, but it’s pretty, huh?” Roseluck took in the surrounding area.
“Yeah, it is.” Berry Punch absentmindedly took in the scenery. Her normal suspicion started to ebb, and she became more talkative.
“So, where did you live before coming here?” Roseluck asked.
“Canterlot, and Manehattan with my parents before that.” Berry Punch looked over at Roseluck. “What about you?”
“I spent most of my life here with my sisters and parents. One of them moved away a while back.” Roseluck’s smile fell. “My other sister… moved away too, sort of.” She lapsed into silence for a moment. “Sorry about that! Some memories flowed back is all. How’s your family?” I feel nauseous.
“Okay.” Probably, I haven’t sent a letter in years. “They run a wine and confections shop in downtown Manehatten. My mom makes the drinks, and my dad specializes in the cakes and stuff.” Berry Punch felt a pang of guilt, but tried to ignore it. I hope they’re doing okay. She let a small smile onto her face. “They really like what they do. More than I did.” Did the sky always spin like that?
“You don’t like your talent?”
“No. I prefer…” she hesitated, “...something else. Making and serving drinks not so much, even if it’s my ‘special’ talent,” Berry Punch said. “My parents are fine with it, and encouraged me to explore what I liked.” Making it all the worse that I haven’t bothered to talk to them. Berry Punch had slowed down her pace, her headache had caught up with her and she started to get dizzy. She was having trouble standing, and moved off the path to a tree.
“Hey, do mind if we stop here?” Berry Punch didn’t wait for a response before she sat down leaned against the tree. “Sorry, I get dizzy easily.” More like the hangover is making itself known. A stinging sensation from her hoof didn’t help matters.
Roseluck put her hoof to her head.
“You’re burning up! You should be resting.” Roseluck was worried. “I’m sorry, Berry Punch. I shouldn’t have pushed you to come out here.” Roseluck helped her stand and pushed against Berry Punch as support.
Berry Punch flinched away at the psychical contact. Then shook her head as she realized Roseluck noticed.
“Sorry, could you warn me next time?”
Roseluck nodded wordlessly. She let Berry Punch lean against her for support.
“We’ll take it slow, okay?”
Berry Punch nodded dully in response.
The walk back home felt longer then it took. Berry Punch tried to pretend the looks she was getting didn’t exist. I hate it when other ponies see me like this. I probably look awful. Berry Punch tried to increase their pace, but Roseluck always slowed her down again. After a painful ten or so minutes Berry Punch found herself at her doorstep.
“Finally.” Berry Punch breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“No problem! It’s what friends are for after all.” Roseluck smiled, but then looked at Berry Punch in concern. “Are you going to be okay? I can help you up to room if you want.”
“No, I can make it up there myself.” Berry Punch thought to the mess that awaited her inside and hoped Roseluck wouldn’t push the matter. I’d hate for her to see how I live. She’d be disgusted.
Roseluck nodded. “I’ll be here tomorrow morning to check up on you if that’s okay.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow.” With that Berry Punch shut the door and headed up to her room. She was drained from the day. Between the unexpected encounter with Pinkie Pie and the socialization she didn’t have much energy left.
As she entered her room she spotted a smashed picture frame on the floor. Carefully she brushed the glass off to the side and extracted the picture. Depicted was Berry Punch and a yellow mare. A penned caption on the picture read, ‘Friends for life!’. A mess of emotions were evoked by the image, anger, sadness, and fear dominated. Berry Punch dropped the picture and trudged back to bed to sleep.
Author's Note
This is my first chapter story I've managed to write since 2018—wow, how time flies huh?—and I hope you like it. I tried my best to catch mistakes, but I'm not perfect: constructive critiques and corrections are welcome!
Also: The story is already fully written, but I need to polish up each chapter before submitting them. So no worries about being incomplete!
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Between Winter and Spring
Winter/Spring: 'No one cares for you more than I do'
Snow fell onto the paved stone streets of Canterlot. The last snow of the year before Spring reaffirmed itself. Groups of posters plastered the walls of businesses; all of them advertised spring events for later in the year. A mare looked over the posters. One of them caught her eye.
'Spring Art Festival! Exhibiting art from far and near! Artists feel free to apply for entry! Mark your calendars, and book a ticket to Ponyville today!'
Ponyville. Her mind caught on the word. She pulled the poster off the wall and rolled it up before she walked off with it.
She made her way to the post office. Closed, good. When she was sure nopony was looking, she unlocked the door and entered.
The mare's eyes looked over addresses before she found the one she was looking for. She carefully pulled the letters out of the slot and magically opened them. She found the one she was looking for. A signed name at the bottom confirmed it. Roseluck. The words on the page were innocuous, closer to a business report than a letter, but all she needed to do was remove some context.
With the letter modified, she left an original copy behind, and left the post office. She tucked the modified letter in her saddlebags as a plan formed in her mind.
There was a bitter and vindictive feeling welling up in her heart. She fully intended for this to hurt.
Author's Note
The story's not done quite yet!
