The morning continued, and break time was gone in the blink of an eye. Now, everyone was in their respective classes for the second day, except for Rainbow Dash, who had a free period.

Rainbow was wandering around the halls, looking for something to do to kill time. She had already spent a while playing the guitar, so now she was walking down the stairs with a bored expression.

"God, why is it so boring at this hour?" muttered, frustrated by the lack of activity.

She looked around, wishing that at least one of her friends was free so she could have some fun. As she walked, she stopped in front of a display case that displayed various awards and recognitions, both from her team and other students.

"Soon, it'll be right here," she said with a half-smile, looking at the trophies and certificates. "Captain Rainbow Dash, worthy of the MVP Award..." continued, mimicking an awards ceremony as she walked back and forth. "Winner of the award for best forward. And the audience idolizes her! Yei!"

She moved closer to the display case, pointing at some of the awards. "Look at that. Here's the trophy for being the fastest. I can't believe it's still here!"

Rainbow leaned down to examine more closely a recognition plaque she had won at a talent show. "And this one, for best talent on stage! Sometimes I'm surprised at what I can accomplish when I really put my mind to it."

She straightened up and sighed, thinking how great it would be to share these moments with someone. "If only someone was free, we could do something fun."

Suddenly, an idea occurred to her. She checked the time on her phone, seeing that she still had time.

"I already surprised her with a cake... I'm sure picking her up after school would be nice... I'm still wondering what had her so stressed out yesterday."

With that, she started walking for a few minutes until she stopped when she saw a vending machine and then looked at the stairs. For some reason, it made her remember her partner and how he had been these days. She then looked back at the stairs.

She looked down at the ground and sighed. "Why are relationships so complicated?" asked herself, frustrated.

She looked up and saw one of her friends sitting up ahead, looking at his cell phone. Rainbow knew him from some classes they shared and they used to talk from time to time. She decided it would be a good idea to ask him for an opinion.

"Hey, Sorian, how are you?" said, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Dash, what's up? All good, just hanging out here," replied with a smile.

The multicolored girl sat down next to her and, after a brief silence, decided to get to the point.

"Hey, I need your opinion on something. If you had someone who was frustrated, how would you handle it? I mean, they're stressed out about something and... well, you don't know what to do to help. Any advice?" asked, trying to sound casual.

Sorian looked at her, a little surprised by the question, but thought about it for a moment.

"Frustrated? Hmm... Well, it depends. Have you tried talking to that person directly? Sometimes, they just need someone to listen to them," replied, shrugging.

Rainbow nodded, but remained thoughtful. "They've calmed down a bit these days, but something happened in class yesterday and we argued a bit later. Although... it wasn't a big deal."

The boy laughed. "Yeah, frustration doesn't go away overnight. Maybe you could try doing something they like or that helps them relax. Something simple, like a distraction, can help a lot," suggested.

Rainbow nodded again. "Yeah, you're right. Maybe I should do something to remind her that I'm here for her, though sometimes I don't know if that's enough."

"Well there you go," Sorian said with a smile. "Let her know you're there, even with small gestures."

The sportswoman looked at the vending machine. "Something sweet? Maybe that's why I stopped when I saw it," she thought before standing up. "I think I'll do that. Thanks, Sor."

"You're welcome, Dash. See you later!"

Rainbow waved goodbye and walked over to the vending machine. Although her friend was still on her mind, she thought she should first see if everything was okay with Applejack. She could try her luck tomorrow with the animal lover.

As she was deciding what to pick from the machine, an idea suddenly occurred to her. She smiled and snapped her fingers. "That... why didn't I think of that before?" She turned her attention back to the machine, still thinking about choosing something that might make her partner's day a little bit better.

When it was time for the second break, everyone left their classrooms. Applejack walked through the halls, although she wasn't present; she was thinking about the conversation with the seamstress, which had been unexpected.

When she got to her locker, she saw that Rainbow was there, although it wasn't a big surprise, since hers was right next to it. She walked over to put her things down.

"Hey, Dash, how was the hour?"

The multicolored girl turned her gaze. "A little boring, but I had some things to entertain myself with."

The farmer noticed how the athlete moved her hand in the pocket of her jacket, as if looking for something or checking if there was something there and made a face, but downplayed it when she remembered the conversation.

A few minutes later, the others appeared with their backpacks or notebooks in their hands, greeting and noticing the farmer's distraction.

"AJ, are you okay?" Fluttershy asked in her usual soft and concerned tone.

Applejack paused for a second, closing her locker. "I'm fine, it's just..." she began to say, but her voice trailed off, as if she didn't know how to continue.

"You're still somewhere else," Rainbow added, nodding in understanding.

"Yeah, you seem... I don't know, different, though," Sunset commented, squinting, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Wait a minute," Pinkie chimed in, forming a rectangle with her fingers and moving them up and down, as if she were analyzing the farmer. "Yeah, you seem distracted, but not in a bad way!" She then looked at Sunset and added, "That's what you meant, right?"

The red-haired girl nodded, laughing lightly at the party girl's quip.

Applejack couldn't help but smile. "And how would you take a loss of reality in a good way?" asked, clearly intrigued by the theories they were throwing around.

"For thinking of something that blew your mind with excitement," Pinkie explained, waving her hands energetically.

"Any cute, happy, or unusual moments that took you out of your element," Twilight suggested in her most analytical tone.

Applejack chuckled. "Well, I did have a rather unusual conversation... with someone, and I didn't expect it to turn out the way it did," she admitted, choosing her words carefully.

"With a teacher?" Fluttershy asked, her voice full of curiosity.

"With a classmate?" Sunset tried to deduce, moving a little closer.

"A friend?" Pinkie added, leaning forward, eagerly awaiting the answer.

The blonde paused, knowing that if she didn't answer convincingly, her friends would just keep asking. "With a classmate," finally said, and tried to smile, even though she felt like she hadn't told the whole truth.

"And what did you two talk about?" the redhead asked with interest, noting that Applejack didn't usually share that kind of thing for no reason.

"About things that happened a while ago, you know, things I didn't think we'd talk about," she explained, keeping the conversation vague, but open enough to not arouse too much suspicion.

"And how do you feel now?" Twilight asked, always seeking to understand the situation from a rational standpoint.

Applejack let out a sigh. "Confused, I guess. I don't know if the talk changed anything, but... it was a step I had to take."

Pinkie nodded enthusiastically. "Sometimes those unexpected conversations are just what you need to feel better! Like when you find out there's a surprise cake after dinner!"

The farm girl let out a small laugh, grateful for her friends' support. "Yeah, maybe."

Rainbow patted her on the back. "Sometimes, those steps are what lead you to something great."

The farm girl nodded, feeling a warmth in her chest. It was comforting to know that her friends supported her. "I appreciate that they care."

Suddenly, a few of the girls' cell phones' alarms went off, signaling that the other class was about to start.

"Wow, seriously, sometimes the minutes fly by," Sunset commented, turning off the alarm.

"Since we went to drop off our stuff, we walked over here, and the conversation eats up minutes of recess, the minutes seem like seconds," Twilight clarified, holding up a finger.

"Whatever you say, Twilight," Rainbow replied, closing her locker and putting on her backpack.

"Well, it's time to get back to class," the blue-haired girl said, adjusting her glasses. "If you want, we can talk more about it later."

"Yeah, that'd be great," Applejack said, smiling again. "See you at lunch."

"See you later," Pinkie commented, walking away.

"Bye," the others said, starting to walk away.

Rainbow glanced briefly at the farm girl, then at the party girl before following her. "Hey, Pinkie, I want you to remind me of something," said, putting an arm around her.

"Sure, what?"

"It's about a sweet."

Pinkie seemed to light up. "Sweets?! What do you want me to remember about sweets? The first time I got a cake, a cupcake, or maybe a cookie?"

"None of them," Rainbow replied, thinking about how not to reveal too much; she didn't like to admit when she needed advice.

Just like she did with Sorian, she searched for the right words so as not to give too much away to the party girl before parting ways to go to her classes.

Side B / Cafeteria
The third period had already passed, and students were coming and going towards the cafeteria. Rarity, arriving at her usual table, noticed the girls in the back, a few tables away from hers. Her gaze stopped at Applejack, who always sat facing the front.

She remembered the talk they had hours ago and wondered if the farm girl had taken the initiative to broach the topic of breaking up at some point or if it was meant to be her, the seamstress, who approached. However, she decided there was no point in tormenting herself with it; they had already had that conversation, and she would see what would happen. The possibility that they could be friends was something she deeply doubted, based on what they talked about.

Just as Rarity was coming out of her thoughts, a familiar voice broke the silence of her solitude.

"Rarity!" Pinkie appeared beside her with a bright smile. "You're not going to the basement this time."

Rarity blinked, surprised to see her friend. "Oh... hello, Pinkie." Her voice was soft, almost hesitant. "And no, I was just thinking. The correct word is rooftop, not basement."

"I know, I just wanted to add a little drama to the story," commented, winking at her. "Besides, I haven't sat with you at lunch since our talk, so this time, so I don't feel alone in the glare, I'll be with you."

Rarity smiled. "Thanks."

"Shall we sit?" asked, heading for the chair opposite.

The dressmaker sat down in her usual spot, which now faced the party girl. "So, you weren't going to your lair?" Pinkie asked, as she took a spoonful of the day's menu.

"No, I just got lost in my thoughts. And it's not always open up there," she explained, pointing with her fork towards the rooftop.

The party girl nodded as she chewed her food. "Yesterday you told me about the reason you were sneaking in there. The first day when I talked to you, you... well, you ended up leaving, and took another route. So you found some stairs that lead to the roof near the cafeteria?"

Rarity nodded as she swallowed her food. "I took it as my special place, or 'lair', as you called it."

"Someday you'll show me where it is," Pinkie said, almost demanding.

"I most likely will," replied with a slight smile.

"Changing the subject, apparently the rumors about you didn't go on the awkward side of innuendo," the cheerful girl said, leaning forward.

"That's good. Although there are some I have heard say things about my..." she searched for the right word. "... attributes. Yesterday I ended up slapping one of them for the comment."

"Wow, that really went too far!" the party girl exclaimed, laughing.

Rarity sighed, remembering the situation. "Did they ever talk about you?"

"Hmm..." Pinkie thought, recalling moments from the past two years. "I once heard some guys saying that my parties were so cool that they should be an official college event. But no, they never said anything mean to me. In fact, I think they like me. But, of course, it's not the same as what they're saying to you."

"Parties?" she wondered. "Well, that's a relief. I don't want them to see me as just the 'attributes girl' or 'the hot girl'. I want them to see me for who I am, not how I look."

"Rarity, you're more than that," Pinkie stated, seriously. "You're talented, funny, and an amazing friend. Sometimes people only focus on the superficial. But don't let that get to you."

The seamstress smiled at her friend's words. "Thank you, Pinkie. Sometimes I have a hard time remembering that, especially now."

The party girl looked at her with empathy. "I'm here to remind you. And remember, you can always count on me for anything, even if you just want to talk or eat cupcakes on the rooftop."

Rarity laughed. "I'll have to take you up on that offer, especially if those cupcakes are like the ones you made at the event."

"Of course! I'll make the best cupcakes next time," she promised, smiling excitedly.

There was a moment of silence as they ate until the seamstress broke it.

"Pinkie?" she called out with a curious expression.

"Did anything else happen?"

"No, well, I don't know, it's about what happened on training day," reminded the party girl. "How's Fluttershy?"

"About the fall she took?" Pinkie asked. The seamstress nodded. "It looked rough, but luckily she's wearing tights under her dress because of the cold, so she didn't hurt herself."

"Oh, that's nice. I didn't know what to say when I helped her up and I even hesitated to help her," Rarity said, turning her head to where the group was sitting; she could only see the back of the animal lover as she sat facing the wall.

"Rarity, don't hesitate. Take any opportunity and see how the girls will see that side of you," she said with a hint of mystery.

The seamstress looked back at the party girl. "I won't be looking around all the time in case something happens," she laughed at the suggestion. "The training thing came naturally, I didn't expect it to happen."

"Okay, don't force it, but if something does happen, you'll know if it's the right time to intervene and you'll see how the girls will be surprised by every detail," Pinkie said.

Rarity smiled.

"Let it all flow," they said in unison and then laughed at the thought.

Then they continued their talk; Rarity felt a little lighter, as if the clouds of her sadness were beginning to clear.

Minutes passed and the day continued with music, and to the relief of Rarity and some students, the report would be due the next day. This meant that she could enjoy a little rest when she got home, especially since her sister had been a great help finishing the report the day before.

As Rarity followed the dressmaking teacher's learning, she felt someone watching her. For a moment, she thought it might be Applejack or Rainbow Dash, but to her surprise, they were both completely focused on what the teacher was saying. Intrigued, she wondered who the person watching her could be this time. But she decided to ignore the gaze and pay attention.

Fluttershy raised her head and saw the dressmaker again. She looked around stopping at each of her friends and lowered her head.

With her mind distracted, she began to draw in the corner of her notebook, creating a small origami toad. She opened her eyes sadly when she saw the drawing, the scene changed in her mind.

Three Years Ago: Fall; week after the meeting
The girls were heading to the library, not exactly to study, but to help the multicolored one. Since she had arrived late to the start of the semester, she had to catch up on some subjects and learning.

Rarity approached Fluttershy, noticing that she seemed distracted; her gaze was lost somewhere on the floor.

"Are you okay, darlight?" whispered.

Fluttershy blinked, coming back to reality. "Oh, yes... I'm just... thinking about Rainbow."

The seamstress watched her closely. "About Rainbow? What's wrong?"

The pink-haired girl bit her lip. "Ever since I suggested that she transfer to Canterlot, she seems to have had a hard time keeping up. I'm worried that she's feeling overwhelmed. What if it's my fault?"

Rarity frowned, understanding her friend's concern. "You can't blame yourself for her decisions. She chose to transfer. But I understand why you feel that way."

Fluttershy nodded, but still dejected.

Once the seven sat down at a table of their choosing, Twilight was the first to speak. "Which one would you rather start with?" asked, adjusting her glasses. "Biology, Chemistry, Physics?"

"Social Science?" Sunset asked.

"Math?" Applejack suggested.

"History?" Rarity suggested.

"This is crazy," Rainbow muttered, crossing her arms. "How do they expect me to remember everything?" Fluttershy lowered her head.

The curly-haired girl, beside the multicolored one, was flipping through the notebook with a much more relaxed air. "Come on, Rainbow Dash, it won't be that complicated."

"It'll be a piece of cake!" Pinkie exclaimed.

"You just need to see history as a grand series of events that influenced the culture and fashion of its time," said with a smile.

Rainbow looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Fashion? Really, Rarity?"

"Of course, drarlight!" The seamstress exclaimed enthusiastically. "For example, during the French Revolution, did you know that clothing styles changed radically because the aristocracy and their luxurious outfits were rejected by the people? Women began to dress more simply to reflect a change in social values."

The athlete listened to her, although not entirely convinced. "And how does that help me?"

Applejack held back her urge to laugh, since her partner used fashion as an example.

Rarity let out a small laugh. "Well, if you think of it as a series of causes and consequences, it's easier to remember. Don't memorize dates without context. Understand the why of things and I promise you that everything will start to make more sense."

The multicolored girl sighed, but nodded, seeing that the wavy-haired girl was serious. "Okay... but I don't promise that I'll be as interested in it as you are."

Rarity gave her a small pat on the arm affectionately. "Don't worry. You don't need to be a passionate historian, just be prepared enough for when classes and future exams come."

With a deeper sigh, Rainbow picked up her pencil and began to write down what Rarity explained, surprised at how much clearer everything sounded when Rarity broke it down.

Just as the sporty girl was starting to make sense of it all, the seamstress noticed Fluttershy, who still looked downcast. That caused her attention to stray slightly, though she continued to help Rainbow.

Rarity smiled as an idea occurred to her, and without another word, she grabbed a piece of paper from the table and, deftly and quickly, began to fold it. When she was done, she had an origami toad figure. She placed it in front of the animal lover, tapping the back of the figure to make it gently hop towards her.

Fluttershy was startled, but then smiled at the sight of the paper toad. She picked up the figurine and noticed that there was a small note inside:

[It looks like Rainbow is strong and will find a way to get through this.]

Smiling, the pink-haired girl took out a pencil and wrote a reply, folding the toad again before making it bounce back to the curly-haired girl.

Rarity unfolded it with a smile as she read: [Yeah, I just feel a little guilty. What if she doesn't do so well?]

She gave Fluttershy a sympathetic look. She folded the paper again and sent it back with another note: [Letting her know that you support her might help her. Maybe you should talk to her.]

The pink-haired girl, with a calmer expression, returned the paper toad with the last reply:
[You're right, after we're done, I'll talk to her. [Thank you, Rarity.]

The seamstress nodded at her.

Applejack watched the silent interaction between the two and smiled, so she wanted to do something similar, even though she wasn't very good at that style of crafts. Once she wrote down the question in her notebook, she told Sunset to quietly call Rarity.

The seamstress looked up and the farmer turned her notebook over, covering it slightly so that not everyone could read it: [Movie outing on the way out? My fair lady.]

Rarity raised an eyebrow, a playful smile lighting up her face. She shook her head slightly, but not in rejection. She liked the way Applejack flirted, with that sincere charm that always made her feel special.

Without missing a beat, she picked up her pencil, thinking of how to respond in an equally flirtatious manner. She then turned her notebook over, leaving a blank piece of paper in plain view, and wrote:

[Nice to meet you, but only if you promise not to eat all the popcorn this time.]

The giggles of the girls at the table caught Applejack's attention, and upon seeing Rarity's response, she couldn't help but smile.

The blonde turned the page over and wrote before showing her notebook: [Hey, that was just once! I promise, I'll be more generous this time.]

The curly-haired girl laughed softly, enjoying the slight provocation, and turned the page over to write: [I just hope you don't get the movies mixed up this time. I don't want to get lost along the way.]

Applejack leaned back in her chair, feeling a mix of pride and warmth as she wrote down and showed it: [Deal. But could my Cinderella remember to bring an extra coat this time instead of her glass slipper? I don't want him to be cold at the movies.]

Rarity felt warm inside with worry. She turned the page again and wrote: [Deal, my prince charming. I'll see the coat on the way out and the movie choice on the way.] She smiled when she saw that she had read it.

Applejack winked at her in agreement, ending their exchange.

Fluttershy, Twilight and Sunset, who had been watching the interaction, smiled as they watched the two of them drop hints of affection on each other. "Lovebird couples," they thought.

"I think I've got it," Rainbow said, breaking the silence.

"From how I saw her notes going, I think she's going in the right direction," Twilight said, looking at the seamstress.

"Let's see?" Rarity said, looking at the multicolored notebook.

Once she confirmed that she seemed to understand what they had learned, Twilight, a little nervous, continued with the chemistry lesson, making sure to explain every detail with her characteristic way of explaining things.

"Speakle could you say it one more time?" asked Rainbow, scratching herself with her pencil.

"What don't you understand, Rainbow Dash?" asked Twilight with a slight frown.

"I don't think that's the problem," said Sunset, knowing well the reason why the multicolored girl didn't understand.

"Twilight, dear, I think you should say it... mmm..." said Rarity, searching for the right word so as not to insult.

"In Spanish and less logical," said Pinkie with her characteristic enthusiasm, stopping drawing.

"Pinkie!" exclaimed Applejack in a slightly stern tone.

The party girl looked at the blonde "What? That's what Rainbow Dash was going to say, right?" said now looking at the multicolored girl.

"You said it, I didn't," said, reaching out and showing her his palm, and Pinkie gave him a high five.

Twilight rolled her eyes; she could already see that those two were going to get along, but she didn't get mad at her for asking her not to say it so methodically. Sunset laughed, since she sometimes asked her that too when her friend talked like that.

"Okay, let me put it another way," the blue-haired girl continued, figuring out how to explain it.

The rest of the girls then took turns helping Rainbow. They were finally done for the day and decided to keep helping out to make sure she was up to date. With the mood more relaxed, even Fluttershy felt more cheerful.

"Well, we're off," Sunset said, with a smile. "Remember, don't hesitate to ask if you need help with anything else."

"Thanks, Twilight, Sunset, and bye," Rainbow replied, smiling as she put her notes away.

The two of them approached Rarity, and Twilight gave her thumbs up as the red-haired girl said, "Enjoy the movie!" The seamstress laughed as she realized they had witnessed the silent interaction, and with a smile, said "thanks."

Pinkie looked at her in confusion, having missed the moment. "What happened? Tell me the gossip later!" exclaimed, before following the two.

Rarity let out a laugh.

"Bye, girls," Applejack told them with a smile, but then her voice became more serious. "Rainbow Dash, I hope you've been paying attention. See you tomorrow."

The sportswoman looked at her with a serious expression. "I thought you were more fun."

"Aj has his fun side," Rarity said, meeting her partner's gaze.

"I hope to see it soon," Rainbow replied, crossing her arms.

"Not that I'm not, it's just the sense of responsibility to learn," she explained, looking back at the multicolored one. "As you saw the other day, I like basketball. When you catch up, we could play together or together with Sunset."

"I like that idea," Rarity said, turning her attention back to her backpack. "Bye, Applejack."

The farm girl just nodded, walked past her partner, and put a hand on the seamstress' shoulder, who looked at her. The blonde, with a smile, nodded that she would wait for her at the door, so she started walking.

"Bye, Rainbow," Rarity said with a smile.

"Bye, Rarity, and thank you," replied, glancing at her briefly.

The seamstress walked over to Fluttershy, who was standing waiting for her friend. "Don't worry, I don't think she'll blame you for something like this. She might just be frustrated with the subjects," she said with a smile, putting a hand on the pink-haired girl's shoulder.

"You're... you're right. We've just... erm, well... we've never had a fight... just disagreements," stammered, looking at Rarity hopefully.

"Let her know you'll be there for her," reminded her. "It might not even be a fight. Trust your instincts."

Fluttershy nodded, feeling a little more confident. "But if you're not sure, remember the words of encouragement," Rarity said, as she searched for something in her backpack.

"It'll be okay," Fluttershy replied, feeling determined.

The curly-haired girl extended her arm slightly. "Here for good luck," said, handing her the origami toad.

The pink-haired girl smiled as she took the paper. "Thanks, Rarity. Good luck at the movies."

"You're welcome. I hope it's not a horror movie," joked with a laugh.

"Oh no. I once acted tough with Rainbow and finished the entire movie cuddling up to her, asking her if it was over," confessed, blushing a little in embarrassment.

Rarity giggled. "Yeah, that's something one of our protectors would do," said, briefly glancing at Applejack, who was standing in the doorway.

"Protectors?" Fluttershy asked, interested.

"The girls, I know they'll support us, but the ones we're closest to..." the seamstress explained, pointing at Rainbow and Applejack. "They'll always be there for us, whether indirectly or directly, when we're in trouble. Despite the relationship they're in," she added, referring to her current status with her special someone.

"You're right. Dash is always there, even if I don't need him, and he never breaks his word," Fluttershy said, feeling comforted.

"He's very loyal," Rarity murmured to herself, briefly glancing at the multicolored one. "There you have an example of how he'll always be there for you, even if things are bad."

The pink-haired girl nodded.

The seamstress began to take steps back. "Don't be discouraged. Goodbye, Fluttershy."

"Bye," she replied, watching as she walked away with her arm around Applejack.

When she finished packing her things, Rainbow looked at her friend, who was standing there waiting for her.

"Fluttershy, are we going?" she began, as she put on her backpack.

"Oh, sure."

The two began to walk until the pink-haired girl opened her mouth. "Rainbow?"

"Yes?" the multicolored girl asked, noticing the tone of her voice.

"How are you coping with all these accumulated subjects?" Fluttershy asked slowly.

"Ugh, the information was about to explode in my head, but thanks to you I was able to understand a little more," Rainbow admitted, with a tone of gratitude.

"And don't you feel angry for encountering this obstacle when transferring?" asked, feeling a little guilty.

Rainbow tilted her head, showing curiosity. "What worries you?"

Fluttershy took a deep breath. "I feel a little guilty that, when you transferred, this accumulation came to you."

The multicolored girl shook her head, smiling. "How would you think that? Come on, Flutters, you know me. You know I would never get angry with you for something like that."

"You're right, but I can't help but think that we might come to some conflict someday," confessed, with a tone of concern.

"Listen," Rainbow said, nudging her as they began to walk. "It's true that I get frustrated having to review all these subjects, but still, I'd pass at my other school when the tests came around. It's the same feeling as midterms, only here I get to touch on it in advance," explained with a smile.

"Maybe you're right. Sorry for thinking that," Fluttershy said, feeling relieved, looking at the origami in her hand remembering what the seamstress said.

"If we were to come to a conflict between us, we'd come out on top. You know I'd never give up," Rainbow said confidently, making a fighting gesture.

"That's true."

"But something big would always be a challenge."

Fluttershy laughed at the competitive spirit her friend was displaying. "I know you wouldn't give up," said with a smile. "Surely it would be something simple to solve."

"How about some ice cream to take that worry away?" The multicolored girl proposed, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"I'd like to," she replied, feeling happier. "You know, even if you don't need me, I'll be there for you."

"Thanks," Rainbow said with a smile. "I know I can count on you for everything, and you can count on me for whatever you need."

The two of them, already out of the library, headed to the school exit for ice cream, waiting for the next day and the lessons of their friends.

Fluttershy came back to the present upon seeing the drawing. "I wonder where it went," thought sadly. She looked at her multi-colored friend. "What an omen the conversation we had, although it wasn't a fight we had... just distancing."

She looked one last time at the seamstress. "If she had stayed, would she have noticed my behavior before the others? Or maybe I would have closed myself off to her like I did to the girls."

With a final sigh, she turned her attention back to the teacher. Perhaps she had missed part of the class while reminiscing, but the feeling of sadness didn't fade; the old times made her nostalgic.

As the minutes passed, the students began to leave their classrooms, heading to their next class, some to their training or to their homes.

Elsewhere, the Crusaders were sneaking through the shortcut; it had been a long time since they had done so, and this time their sisters hadn't allowed it. That's why they were trying not to make any noise as they approached the field, where the Wondercolts team was training.

Giggles and the sound of sneakers hitting the ground echoed in the air. Scootaloo led the way, with Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle following close behind.

"Come on, this is our chance to see them train before school starts," the magenta-haired girl whispered excitedly, stopping behind some bushes near the field.

"There's Rainbow Dash!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, looking into the distance, where the multicolored girl was leading a series of exercises with the team.

Apple Bloom leaned forward, looking out at the field. "And Applejack! Watch her run!"

As the girls settled in to watch unseen, Sweetie Belle noticed a head of fluffy pink hair bobbing excitedly in the stands across the field.

"Pinkie Pie's here too!"

"Not the first time, she has this hour off," Apple Bloom murmured.

Sweetie Belle watched the cheerful girl for a few seconds, remembering the conversation she'd had with her sister. Worry about Rarity weighed on her mind. Maybe the party girl had some answers. Determined, she sat up and whispered, "Girls, I'm going to talk to Pinkie. I'll be right back."

"Be careful not to be seen!" Scootaloo warned, not taking her eyes off the training.

The youngest Belle nodded and, with cautious steps, approached the stands. She climbed the steps and sat next to the party girl, who was nibbling on a lollipop with a huge smile.

"Hey, mini Belle!" Pinkie greeted cheerfully. "Did you come to watch the training too?"

The younger girl smiled shyly. "Yeah, kind of... but I actually wanted to talk to you about something." Her gaze dropped, unsure of how to start. "It's about Rarity..."

Pinkie stopped nibbling on her lollipop and looked at her curiously. "Oh? What's up with her?"

Sweetie Belle sighed and settled back in her seat. "I'm not sure... I helped her with a music report yesterday and... well, we talked about some things. She told me something about Applejack. Apple Bloom mentioned that she was upset, or frustrated about something."

"Yeah, Applejack got frustrated for some reason," confirmed. "She was distracted and short-tempered... with... well..." she looked at the younger girl.

"Rarity?" guessed.

"Exactly. They had an argument. Applejack was more frustrated and took her anger out on Rarity. Afterwards, your sister left the cafeteria and I followed her to make sure she was okay."

"And was she really bad?" asked worriedly.

The party girl leaned a little closer to her, thoughtful. "Well, she partly understood that Applejack was just frustrated, but she also seemed upset that she would take it out on her like that. After that, Rarity suggested that we could do something to make Applejack feel better, go out with the girls."

"So it wasn't just yesterday," the younger girl thought. "She always thinks of others before herself," she murmured.

"Yeah, Rarity has always been like that. Her generosity is what defines her," Pinkie said with a smile.

"But what about her?" the younger girl insisted. "What about Rarity's feelings?"

The party girl shrugged, thoughtful. "I don't think Rarity has any romantic feelings for Applejack, but it's funny how she still cares so much about her well-being."

"I didn't mean... nevermind," she said, frustrated, shaking her head softly. "You're right, even though there's no longer a relationship, it seems Rarity still cares about her."

At that moment, a loud whistle rang out across the field, and Rainbow Dash called out, "Come on, team, give me one more lap before we're done!"

"Looks like practice is almost over," the party girl said cheerfully. "I better get ready for some cheering!"

Sweetie Belle smiled, looking at her friends still hiding in the bushes. "Yeah, I better get back to the girls. Thanks for talking to me, Pinkie!"

"You're welcome, mini Belle! See you later!" she exclaimed, raising a hand in farewell.

With one last wave, the younger girl ran down the bleachers and ran back to where Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were waiting for her. She felt bad for not achieving her goal; the party girl sometimes gets the messages, but sometimes she's not on the same page, and this was one of those times.

As Sweetie Belle walked back to her friends, Scootaloo couldn't contain her excitement and whispered, "I saw everything! Rainbow Dash is the best."

Apple Bloom nodded, but looked at the youngest Belle curiously. "Everything okay, Sweetie? You seem a little... distracted."

Sweetie Belle forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, everything okay... I was just thinking."

The youngest Apple raised an eyebrow, but didn't insist. "Well, we better hurry up. We have the last class soon, and if we're late, the teacher is going to scold us!"

The three of them ran down the shortcut back to school, Sweetie Belle was quieter than usual, she couldn't contain herself any longer and looked at her friends.

"Hey, girls, have you ever felt... worried about what your sisters look like?" asked, slowing down her pace.

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom looked at her strangely.

"What do you mean?" Apple Bloom asked, adjusting the bow in her hair. "Are you worried about Rarity?"

Sweetie Belle sighed, looking down at the path. "It's just that... sometimes I feel like Rarity always puts others first. And I'm not sure she's okay herself."

Scootaloo frowned, thinking about the question. "Well, Rainbow Dash is always busy with the team and working out on her own. Sometimes I wonder if she ever gets tired of being the best at everything... but she never shows it."

Apple Bloom crossed her arms as she walked. "I understand what you're saying. Applejack always wants to take charge of everything. Sometimes I think she puts too much pressure on herself to be the strongest and most responsible."

The youngest Belle paused for a moment and looked at the two. "Do you never worry that that way of being will end up hurting you? That, in the end, you won't be able to take it anymore."

Apple Bloom nodded slowly. "Yeah, I've thought about that. I mean, Applejack is amazing, but... she's not a machine. Even she needs to rest, and she doesn't always."

"Rainbow Dash is the same way," the magenta-haired girl added. "It's like she can't accept that she needs help sometimes. I think that's part of what makes her so... well, Rainbow, but it also worries me that she doesn't know when to stop."

Sweetie Belle was relieved to hear that her friends understood her concern. "I just... I don't know. I wonder if we should tell them something, or if we should just trust that they know what they're doing."

The youngest Apple smiled slightly. "I guess part of being their sisters is being there for them, right?"

Scootaloo nodded with a confident smile. "Exactly! Besides, when the time comes, we'll know what to do!"

Sweetie Belle smiled, feeling a little more relief. "Yeah, you're right."

Apple Bloom walked over and patted her on the back. "Don't worry, Sweetie. The three of us have our sisters under control."

The three of them laughed together as they continued on their way to school, feeling like the conversation had eased some of the worry in the air.

Applejack drove silently, with Apple Bloom at her side, as the truck's engine hummed on the quiet dirt road back home. The last rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, tinting the landscape in warm hues. Even as Apple Bloom talked about her day, the older girl barely listened.

When they arrived, Applejack turned off the engine and let out a sigh. Before Apple Bloom could jump out of the seat, she gently stopped her, placing a hand on her arm.

"Hey, Apple Bloom, go ahead. I'll stay outside for a moment." Her voice sounded calm.

Apple Bloom looked at her curiously, but didn't ask any questions. "You sure, Applejack?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... go home and tell Grandma I'm here, okay?" she replied, flashing a smile at her younger sister to let her know she was okay. Apple Bloom hesitated for a second, but eventually nodded.

"Well... if you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen, I'm starving." she said with a smile before opening the door and jumping out of the truck, walking towards the house.

As Apple Bloom disappeared behind the door, Applejack rested her head on the steering wheel, letting the silence envelop her.

Her thoughts returned to the conversation with Rarity. It was strange that they had talked about their breakup, but even stranger was what she had felt when they ended the conversation. Talking about it hadn't been as awkward as she thought... and that feeling of relief surprised her.

"Why now...?" she muttered to herself, remembering. Although they had put the subject behind them, Applejack wondered, "Would I have felt this way if she hadn't come back?" As she put a hand on her chest.

It was as if they had both opened a door that had been closed for years for a few minutes.

She looked out the window at the sky, which was already turning from orange to blue.

"Will things really work out if we ignore each other for the rest of the year?" thought, feeling a slight pang of doubt creeping in.

She sat up straighter in her seat, shaking her head as if trying to clear those thoughts. "I need to stop thinking about it." She told herself, though she knew it would be harder than it looked.

She recognized that the conversation had been necessary to release the frustration she felt. She had undoubtedly held on to the past too much, and that conversation had opened a door to the possibility of closing that blockage.

Finally, she took a breath and got out of the truck, closing the door softly as she walked toward the house.

Shy's family home
Fluttershy had already arrived home and was now carefully climbing up to the attic, avoiding making too much noise as the ladder creaked under her weight. She knew her parents were busy downstairs, but still, she always felt bad if she interrupted the silence. The attic smelled of dust and old wood, a comforting mix of past memories and things that were once important. It was a place she hadn't visited in two years.

She crouched down next to a cardboard box marked 'School' and began rummaging through textbooks, worn notebooks, objects, and photos. As she picked up a half-wrinkled notebook, an object gently fell from between the pages. As she took it in her hands, her eyes instantly opened, as if fate wanted to bring back those old memories.

An origami, its edges slightly wrinkled by the passage of time. A sad smile spread across her face as she sat on the floor of the attic, watching the figure. Despite being a little wrinkled, the letters were still legible.

Fluttershy ran her fingers along the folds of the toad, thinking about how things had changed. This little memento seemed eternal.

"Flutters, what are you doing up here?" Zephyr asked, climbing up the stairs.

"Nothing... I just felt a little nostalgic for school," she half lied, hiding the real reason for his thoughts.

Her brother sat down next to her, looking at the open box. He took out a clear bag that showed old photos and began to go through them one by one, while Fluttershy watched him in silence.

"Wow! I had forgotten that Dash wore that outfit," Zephyr commented, pointing to a photo where the multi-colored one was.

"Yeah, he liked to show off what little muscle he was building when he worked out or played basketball with Sunset and Applejack," replied, his voice tinged with memories.

"It's not his best style, to be honest," his brother acknowledged with an amused smile.

In the photo, the multicolored girl was wearing an open light blue short-sleeved blouse, with a white t-shirt underneath, loose pants, and sneakers. When the cold weather came, she wore something similar, but long-sleeved or with a simple coat on top. A youthful image that contrasted with her current style.

"I like her look better now. I'm sure she knew I didn't like the old one and changed it," Zephyr said with her classic interest in her sister's best friend, throwing a knowing look.

Fluttershy rolled her eyes, amused by her brother's comment.

The brother flipped to another photo that was from Twilight's surprise birthday, although what he remembered was not that day, but when they were carefully organizing the surprise.

The mall was bustling with life, with people going back and forth, carrying bags and chatting animatedly. The girls had decided to spend the day together, taking advantage of the opportunity to do some shopping and prepare the details for Twilight's birthday, trying not to raise suspicions from the blue-haired girl. However, at some point they separated.

Rarity and Fluttershy walked together through the aisles, talking about the preparations for the party as they passed several stores.

"Do you think Twilight would like a personalized cake? Maybe with her favorite colors..." Fluttershy asked, observing a cake shop in the distance.

"Oh, darlinght, I'm sure she'd love it! Nothing better than a personalized touch to make her feel special," Rarity replied, smiling enthusiastically.

"Hey, girls!" said Twilight, approaching unexpectedly. "I went to the bathroom and saw you, so I decided to catch up with you. What are you doing?"

The pink-haired girl hesitated, looking for a quick excuse. "Uhh..."

The dressmaker glanced around furtively. "We were just window shopping," she pointed out, trying to divert the conversation. "Look, there's that game store, then that candy store, where Pinkie Pie must have gotten distracted."

Twilight let out a small laugh. "I wouldn't be surprised."

Rarity was about to point out another store when something in a window caught her full attention. "Look at that dress! It's absolutely divine." She walked over to the window of a fancy clothing store, looking at a sequined dress that sparkled under the lights. Her eyes filled with admiration, clearly imagining herself wearing it on some special occasion.

The girls followed her, curious.

"It's... very sparkly," Fluttershy commented shyly, though with a knowing smile.

"I know, it's just perfect for a gala occasion. Maybe I should try it on..." Rarity said, lost in thought.

"For a fancy occasion, definitely," Twilight commented, smiling.

While they were deep in conversation, a group of boys walked by. Noticing the three, they began to make comments.

"Wow, that skirt looks pretty long on you," one of them said, referring to the bespectacled girl, causing the seamstress to immediately frown.

Twilight looked down, embarrassed and annoyed. "Why did she want it short?"

"And the one next to her doesn't even know how to get attention," another added, shooting a glance at the quiet girl, who took a step back, visibly uncomfortable.

"Getting rid of those who were bothering Fluttershy seemed simpler, and now there are these ones who expect something more provocative," Rarity thought, so she lifted her chin with her usual grace in an attempt to get them to go away. "Please, we don't have time for such disrespect," said, trying to maintain her composure, although clearly irritated.

One of the boys noticed the wavy-haired girl and said in a provocative tone, "You should wear something tighter, if you know what I mean."

Before Rarity could answer, a certain athlete, who had seen them from a distance to ask them about the surprise, was approaching, but she had not expected to see those boys and hear those kinds of comments. Without hesitation, she stood in front of the boys, her gaze defiant.

"Are you in trouble?" asked, her tone firm, making it clear that she wasn't going to allow any more disrespect.

The boys laughed nervously, backing away a little. One tried to be brave. "We were just... talking, don't be like that."

Rainbow took a step closer, her glare withering. "If 'talking' means being jerks, then yes, I'll be like that. If you have nothing better to do than bother my friends, I suggest you get out before you really have a problem."

The boys, exchanging awkward glances, walked away murmuring amongst themselves. The jock watched them until they disappeared into the crowd. Only then did she relax her stance, turning to her friends with a smile.

"Are you okay?" asked, looking first at Fluttershy, who nodded shyly. Then at Rarity, who smiled in relief, and finally at Twilight, who let out a sigh.

"Oh, Rainbow, darling, you're our heroine!" the purple-haired girl exclaimed, clearly grateful. "Those jerks were absolutely insufferable."

The pink-haired girl smiled softly. "Thank you, Rainbow. I wouldn't know what to say to them."

The jock shrugged. "Come on, it's nothing. No one messes with my friends as long as I'm around."

Twilight smiled. "The chances of us being able to drive them off on our own were about 50/50," said thoughtfully.

Rainbow looked at her confused. "What?"

"Rarity probably would have said something to make them give up, but they still might have kept going. Then you would have come," continued explaining with a grateful smile. "So... thank you."

"And thank you for adding me to that chance," the seamstress added, adjusting her hair elegantly.

The multicolored girl laughed, now looking at the wavy-haired girl. "Tell me, Rarity, would you have hit them if things got ugly?"

Rarity looked worriedly at her knuckles and then patted her shoulder. "Honey, you're the one who stands firm here."

Twilight and Fluttershy laughed along with Rainbow.

"Well, if I ended up being their bodyguard today, the least they could do is buy me something to eat," she joked with a mischievous grin.

"I think we should meet up with the others," Fluttershy suggested shyly. "That way we avoid another encounter."

"I can stay their bodyguard all day!" said, smiling proudly.

"And you get a burger in return?" Twilight joked, arms crossed.

The multicolored girl pretended to think about it. "Could be... nah, just kidding. Miss Elegance already has hers and Sparkle would be Sunset, or maybe Pinkie Pie would scare everyone with her pranks."

Rarity rolled her eyes. At some point she would have to ask him about the nickname.

"I'd rather you two keep the pranks at bay," the bespectacled girl said, giggling nervously.

A few days ago the two of them discovered their common tastes and were playing pranks on the others, which the group didn't quite like.

"Yeah, maybe another time," Fluttershy added with a smile.

Rainbow shrugged. "Well, we'll let it go for a few days."

The girls laughed as they walked away from the awkward moment, walking together to the others to continue their day.

After the birthday, Rarity thought it would be ideal for each of them to have a physical photo, and Applejack obviously agreed, since she wasn't much of a cell phone or digital person. The pink-haired girl assumed that she had gotten into the habit of having physical photos, even though it was obvious that the seamstress loved taking selfies with her phone and uploading them.

Fluttershy smiled sadly as she looked at the photo. "Twilight never suspected the surprise."

"They hid it well so she wouldn't notice," Zephyr said with a smile.

"Yeah, although Pinkie was trying to control herself so she wouldn't reveal the secret," replied, laughing as she remembered how she looked like she was going to explode from holding back.

Her brother looked more closely at the photo, noticing the seamstress in it. "You know, I don't understand why you still have a hard time getting close to Rarity," he said, pointing at the image. "At the event, when we were building, you seemed to be having fun, despite having her right next to you."

"It's a bit complicated, it's not just going up and talking," she said, pausing. "You have to think about how it would affect others."

"I guess you're right," Zephyr replied, pulling back the picture to look at the next ones, while her sister smiled as she remembered the old days.

Like when Rarity first did her makeup, something her sporty friend didn't understand or find useful. There was also another picture of when they went to the spa once, and on one occasion the dressmaker showed some vulnerability, making it obvious that she wasn't as shallow as they thought.

Suddenly, her brother paused on a picture, causing Fluttershy to quickly take it. "Another good moment," he commented, looking at his sister.

"Yeah, it was," she said, faking a smile. "Only part of it though," thought sadly and guiltily.

The picture showed her and Rarity at a coffee shop. That day, the seamstress was a little sad, and Fluttershy had said a few things to calm her down, suggesting they go get some coffee afterwards. Thinking back to that moment, she now felt bad for lying to the seamstress.

Zephyr noticed her change in expression and quickly handed her another picture, trying to cheer her up without knowing the exact reason for her sadness.

"Oh, this one is cute," said, a little more cheerfully, deviating from that memory. "That day she showed us one of her designs, which she had been working on for Halloween."

Fluttershy returned the picture that had made her feel bad, placing it at the back of the pile, while her brother continued to go through the other pictures. After going through a few more, they put everything away and went down to dinner, but the animal lover took the toad origami with her.

Belle Family Family
The Belle family was gathered around the table, enjoying a quiet dinner. Rarity, finishing her plate, gently set her silverware down on the table.

"Thank you for dinner. It was delicious," said with a smile. "I'm going up to see if I have any assignments."

"Don't overwork yourself, princess," Hondo replied in a loving tone.

"How long until midterms?" Cookie asked, looking up.

"Two weeks," Rarity confirmed nervously.

"Two weeks," Cookie repeated. "I hope you studied ahead of time."

The eldest daughter nodded, forcing a smile. "That's why I asked for some books so I can understand better and do well."

"Sounds perfect," her mother said with a slight smile.

The dressmaker nodded again. She got up from the table and went upstairs, leaving her parents. "See you tomorrow," they heard from the second floor.

Sweetie Belle followed her with her eyes, somewhat worried. Although she had already talked to her friends about the subject, she needed to consult with her parents.

"Dad, Mom..." began, taking a pause.

"Yes, honey?" her mom asked, turning around to look at her.

"Can you give me some advice?" asked, somewhat unsure, not quite knowing how to express what she wanted to say.

"Let's see, princess, what's going on in that little head of yours?" her dad said with a smile, willing to listen to her.

The youngest daughter remained silent for a few seconds, trying to formulate her words well. "Do you think it's okay to worry a lot about others?"

Hondo raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. "Well, caring about others is a good quality... But why do you ask?"

The youngest quickly looked for a way to not mention Rarity directly. "It's just that... a friend, Scoot... Scootaloo is always helping others, but she seems to forget about herself."

The parents exchanged a quick glance. Hondo was the first to respond, though with a slight suspicion in his tone. "Well, sweetie, it's admirable to care about others, but it's also important not to neglect yourself."

"Yeah, but... what happens when she worries so much that she ends up keeping everything she feels to herself?" asked, lacing his fingers together nervously. "Sometimes I'm afraid she'll feel overwhelmed."

"If Scootaloo is keeping her feelings to herself and not sharing them, that can be exhausting," Cookie said, her tone thoughtful. "It's important for her to take care of herself, too, not just others."

"Exactly, sweetie," Hondo added. "Helping others is fine, but if you forget about yourself, it's like filling a glass without enough water."

Sweetie Belle nodded slowly, understanding her parents' advice. "That's what worries me... I don't want, well, we don't want Scootaloo to feel bad for keeping so much to herself."

"It's only natural for you to worry about your friend," her mom said with a warm smile. "Maybe you should talk to her and suggest that she take time for herself too. Sometimes, saying what you feel can be a lot of relief."

"Yeah, maybe... maybe I should," Sweetie replied, though her mind was still thinking about her sister.

"It's always good to find a balance," her dad said, though his gaze held a slight doubt, as if he suspected, but didn't want to ask. "And don't hesitate to do something that makes her feel better, like you always do."

"That's it. Maybe I'll make her a playlist so she can relax a little," Sweetie Belle said with a smile.

"That sounds like a great idea," Cookie said with a slight smile, though she found her daughter's idea curious. "Letting go helps get those pent-up feelings out."

"Yeah... venting is good, right?" the younger girl asked.

"Of course, dear. If not, at some point she can explode, either with someone or out of exhaustion," her mom said.

Sweetie Belle smiled, already having an idea in mind. She knew her sister was holding back a lot, and at some point, she would have to let loose. "Thanks, I'll stick with it."

Her parents smiled at her.

"How about we do something together, the three of us? Like before, when we all went out," the daughter suddenly suggested.

Hondo and Cookie looked at each other in surprise and warmth, remembering those family outings.

"A movie?" Hondo asked with a smile. "I don't think that's a bad idea. What do you say, Cookie?"

"Hmm, okay, just this once," replied, nodding. "It's been a while since we've done something like this, just the three of us. We could pick a movie and make some popcorn."

Sweetie Belle brightened up at the positive response. "Maybe something funny or a comedy. Something that makes us laugh and forget about school and everything else for a while."

"Perfect," Hondo said, leaning his elbows on the table with a relaxed smile. "After all, we deserve a little break, too, don't we?"

Cookie let out a small laugh. "This week has been busy for everyone, so a quiet night with the family sounds perfect. But first, we need to clear the table."

The three of them stood up and picked up what was on the table. Once done, they settled down on the couch, turned on the TV, and began browsing the platform to choose the movie.

"What's the feature tonight?" her dad asked.

"Last time I watched 'The Lion King' with Rarity," Sweetie Belle said, pressing the button on the remote. "So this time it could be..." She browsed through the platform's catalog until she stopped on a movie that caught her attention. "What do you think of 'The Chronicles of Narnia'?"

"A great choice," Hondo said enthusiastically. "I remember when we all watched it together for the first time."

Cookie nodded, smiling as she looked at her daughter. "It's a story full of adventure, magic, and many lessons, a good choice for relaxing."

The youngest daughter, pleased with her parents' approval, pressed the play button. The family settled on the couch, popcorn already ready on the table.

As the movie progressed, Sweetie Belle immersed herself in the magic of the story, laughing with her parents at the funny moments and sighing when the tension grew. She was happy to be enjoying this family time, just like old times.

But, as the adventures of the Pevensie siblings continued, she began to feel the tiredness of the day take hold of her. Slowly, her eyes drifted shut, and before the movie reached its thrilling conclusion, she fell fast asleep.

Hondo, noticing that his daughter was no longer awake, carefully turned off the television and stood up. Cookie smiled at him as she picked up the empty bowl of popcorn.

"I guess our little warrior couldn't make it to the end," Cookie commented quietly.

The man of the house leaned down and gently picked Sweetie Belle up, carrying her in his arms. "Looks like not," replied in a whisper as he rocked her. "Come on, princess, time for bed."

With quiet steps, Hondo climbed the stairs, making sure not to wake her. Arriving in her room, he carefully placed her on the bed and tucked her under the covers, a tender expression on his face. The younger girl stirred slightly, but didn't wake up, merely murmuring something in her sleep.

"Good night, my little one," he whispered, turning off the nightstand light and gently closing the door as he climbed back down.

Cookie waited for him on the couch, and together they shared a knowing look. "I think we need to do this more often"

Hondo nodded. "Yeah, we definitely need more nights like this."

The parents left for their room, and the Belle house fell silent.

Sweet Apple Acres
The clock chimed, and Applejack turned it off. She uncovered herself, yawned, and stood up. As she made her way to the curtains, she stretched. As she opened them, she smiled at the light of day. She had definitely rested better than she had on other days.

She went to the bathroom to take a shower, and once she came out, she chose a reddish plaid blouse, jeans, and her classic boots, although sometimes she preferred to wear Converse.

Now dressed, she grabbed her things and went downstairs, leaving them on the couch before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. Minutes later, she saw her grandmother come in.

"Hello, Grandma Smith. Has Big Mac dropped off Apple Bloom yet?"

"Yeah, he got in an hour ago. He went for a walk and is now picking apples," the old lady replied.

Applejack nodded as she took a sip of her coffee and bit into her bread.

"Looks like you slept well," her grandmother commented with a smile.

"Yeah, I slept like a log today," the farm girl replied, smiling.

"Good, you look good," her grandmother said, looking at her approvingly.

"Well, as serious as I may seem, I don't always look the same," said, almost defensively, but with a hint of humor in her voice.

After finishing her breakfast, the farm girl got up, left the dishes in the dishwasher, and left the kitchen, followed by her grandmother. She put her handbag across her body and, of course, took her beloved hat.

"Good luck in class," the old lady said, approaching the door with her.

"Luckily, the first period is art," replied, adjusting her hat. "See you at Apple Bloom around the corner. Bye!" said, opening the door and leaving. "Say goodbye to Big Mac."

"I will," said the grandmother as she watched her granddaughter open the door of her truck.

Applejack started the engine and headed to school. When she arrived, she briefly greeted some of her friends and they said goodbye to each other to go to their respective classes. The blonde and the redhead went together to the art classroom.

The classroom was lit by natural light coming in through the large windows. The teacher arrived announcing an assignment that, for everyone, was calm and easy, wondering if the midterms would be difficult, considering this to be the calm before the storm, or if it would also be simple.

At the tables, students were focused on their collages, cutting and gluing materials. The atmosphere was relaxed and creative, with the soft murmur of conversations and the occasional sound of paper and scissors.

Rarity was sitting at a table, surrounded by colored papers, ribbons, and magazine clippings. With a calm expression, she took her time organizing the materials and creating her collage with precision. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the process.

"A relief that this is relaxing!" said the seamstress with a smile, opening her eyes.

Applejack was working on a farm-themed collage. Although she was focused on her task, she couldn't help but cast a quick glance at the seamstress, but quickly turned back to her own work, trying to stay focused.

"If I actually consider the possibility of not running into each other or ignoring each other all year, hearing her in class makes it difficult," thought, but laughed as she imagined future classes. "That would be a challenge," said with a giggle, feeling lighter as she continued with her work.

Sunset turned her head to look at the farmer. "She's better now, it's a relief. I wouldn't want to see her like this any longer," thought with a smile. "What could have made her laugh?"

She turned her attention back to her table, which had a variety of materials in front of it. She was creating a collage that reflected her college life and what they had experienced so far.

Starlight was working on her own collage, exploring themes of self-expression and personal discovery. She watched Rarity with a mix of sympathy and curiosity. "It's definitely a nice change. Sometimes a craft can be just what we need to relax."

The seamstress replied with a smile.

The teacher stood in the middle of the room, watching his students' progress. "Remember that you can experiment with different materials and techniques. Creativity has no limits."

The students continued with the work until the hour was up.

Sunset and Applejack were walking out the door to the front yard to join the others, enjoying the cool breeze blowing.

"You look better," the redhead said, smiling at her friend's relaxed air.

"Yeah, and I even relax when I sleep," replied, feeling relieved that the tension was dissipating.

"That's good. Sometimes when we're in an intense situation, sleeping doesn't restore any energy," Sunset commented.

"It happened to me," the farmer nodded, remembering days ago how she slept soundly, but her body felt like it hadn't rested. "Luckily I didn't vent to any of you, although I need to talk to Rainbow," confessed, her tone a little more serious as she thought of her.

"Not venting to us is true, but you did vent to a certain person," her friend said raising an eyebrow.

"I know, I was wrong," admitted, feeling a pang of guilt as she remembered her outburst of frustration.

"Just like the other day. I hope you don't let go of her this time and you're more aware," Sunset said, sounding worried, but laughing at the end.

The farmer's eyes widened slightly at the memory. "You know how distracted I was... I'll be more alert," said, laughing almost forcibly and shaking her head. "Now you're defending her, huh?"

Now Sunset's eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't even notice," she thought.

They continued walking until they reached the courtyard, where the party girl, the girl with glasses and the pink haired girl were. The only thing missing was the athlete to arrive.

"Hey, hey! How was your class?" Pinkie greeted.

"More relaxed than the others," Applejack said.

"That's nice," Fluttershy said, noticing the farmer's improved mood.

At that, the multicolored girl approached with her hands in her pockets, craning her neck. The girls greeted her.

"Dash, can we talk? It'll be short," the blonde asked.

The four exchanged slightly worried glances.

The athlete stopped dead at the proposal; at first she wanted to resist another chat, since she had just arrived, but then she remembered yesterday. "Okay, where are we going?"

"Actually, close by," Applejack said, pointing to a quiet corner of the courtyard.

"Fine," Rainbow replied.

As the two walked away to the quiet corner of the courtyard, the girls exchanged glances briefly, but neither said anything.

Twilight watched the scene in silence, adjusting her glasses as she usually did when analyzing something. "I hope that, whatever happened, they speak clearly," thought, keeping her gaze on them for just a second longer before turning her attention back to Pinkie.

Fluttershy, for her part, cast a quick glance at Rainbow, but quickly lowered her eyes. She knew something was out of place, but she wasn't one to ask directly. "I hope they speak calmly..." thought to herself, choosing not to say anything out loud. She just crossed her arms softly.

Pinkie, being who she was, broke the silence with a bright smile. "I'm sure everything will work out! They always do," commented with carefree energy, shaking her head and pulling a small bag of candy out of her bag. "Candy for everyone!" she offered cheerfully, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. However, the others noticed the slight hesitation in her voice before she returned to her usual tone.

Sunset, with a relaxed expression, joined the conversation. "Girls, I don't think anything happened, sometimes it's good to talk things over alone and there doesn't necessarily have to be an argument. Trust me," added with a smile. The girls looked at her and nodded, hoping she was right.

On the couple's side. "First I wanted to say that I'm feeling better now... that weight I was feeling is gone," Applejack began, making some gestures with her hands.

"Good, then the distraction helped you well," Rainbow said, nodding.

"Yeah. And the other thing... I know we don't normally talk about this and let it go, but this time I wanted to apologize for my attitude," the farmer continued.

"It's okay, blondie. Many can say things that we normally don't think when we're in a bad mood," said, downplaying it.

Applejack nodded as well. "Should I tell him about the gestures? ... I think he understood what I meant. We have our method of... affection, I guess?" thought, while looking at the ground. "I was thinking," continued, trying to sound casual, now looking at her, "that since we're days away from being in full swing with university, we could go out next week."

Rainbow glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. "You said it yourself, AJ... we're going to be in full swing with school, so we won't be able to go out next week," replied, nodding slowly.

The farmer let out a laugh. "Uh... yeah. I think I contradicted myself," muttered, almost without any intention of continuing the conversation.

"Although remember that there's a date coming up," the multicolored one said, waving a hand.

The blonde nodded. "Let's go with the girls," she said, taking a few steps, until her partner stopped her by speaking.

"Wait, first," said, taking a candy out of her jacket pocket. "Here, maybe then you'll be 100%. I remembered your taste and bought it a little while ago."

Applejack raised an eyebrow at seeing a chocolate bar. "A bar? Could he put in some effort? And what are you lying to me about?" thought, then relaxed her expression and held out her hand to receive the chocolate. "Thanks, Dash," said, forcing a smile.

"You're welcome, now we can go with the girls," replied Rainbow, followed by the farmer, but her mind was already somewhere else.

When they were close to their friends, the blonde spoke.

"There, I said I'd be brief," said as she opened the chocolate bar.

"Looks like nothing happened," Twilight thought.

"I knew it was nothing," Sunset thought, relieved.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not tense, the party girl decided to bring up the topic of conversation that everyone had, at some point, thought about.

"Hey, girls, let's see where we're going. Twilight, any place in mind?" said eagerly, looking at her friend.

All of them, except the blue-haired girl, looked at each other with a smile.

"It's true, we have to plan our studies. We're just a few days away from study week," Twilight said thoughtfully, with her mind on the midterms.

"Oh, Twi," Pinkie said, letting out a sigh.

"What?" the girl with glasses asked, confused.

Sunset held back her laughter and the others shook their heads, which confused the girl with glasses even more.

Elsewhere, after leaving school, Rarity headed to the library, shaking her head a little. She was a little nervous; it was already the last week, and the weeks were going by quickly. Soon she would be in the dreaded 'crash study week'.

So, once again, she set out to ask for more books to better understand the concepts. As always, she chose a thick one, until some voices distracted her, recognizing them so she kept it on the shelf.

"Seriously, girls, you've been talking to me for..." she heard Twilight say, who paused. From the way the conversation was going, Rarity bet she was checking the time. She was right when she heard the answer: "Almost an hour just to convince me to take the day off!"

"Yeah, especially you," heard Rainbow say.

She heard Sunset laugh. "I can't believe you forgot yourself."

Rarity lowered her head, remembering that the girl was about to have a birthday. "You're no longer the youngest of the group," murmured.

The streets were quiet in the morning as Rarity, Twilight, and Sunset walked together, laughing softly at something the red-haired girl had just mentioned.

"So, what exactly are we going to do with those pictures?" the blue-haired girl asked, adjusting her glasses and glancing sideways at the seamstress.

"Oh, darlinght, I just thought it would be nice to have some of our first pictures printed out. You know, something to remember," she replied with a charming smile.

Twilight smiled slightly, remembering that surprise the girls had prepared for her. "I can't believe they kept it a secret for so long."

"Well, keeping secrets isn't always easy," Sunset commented, crossing her arms behind her head as they walked. "Especially with Pinkie, who almost exploded trying not to reveal it."

"Definitely," Rarity added with a small laugh. "But we managed it." said pausing before speaking at an idea. "I thought the three of us could go out... do you like the spa?"

"Spa?" Sunset repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I went with Fluttershy a few days ago, but I think it would be ideal for her to spend more time with Rainbow. Time with her best friend."

"You're right, even though there are seven of us, it doesn't mean we always have to go out together. Sometimes it's good to spend time little by little, enjoying other things," the red-haired girl said, nodding.

"True, but the spa... I don't know if it would be ideal," Twilight said, doubtfully.

"You're right, we'll think of another place," Rarity said, as they stopped in front of the photography shop, whose walls were decorated with black and white images showing moments captured in the city.

When they arrived at the store, they found the others, who were somewhat scattered. The curly-haired girl approached her partner, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, she seemed somewhat distracted, looking at something in particular that she didn't pay attention to.

"AJ..." Rarity said softly, but Applejack was still lost.

"Jackie," repeated, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Huh? What?" the farmer said reacting, blinking a few times before focusing her attention on the seamstress.

"What happened? You're out of it," Rarity said with a smile, her eyes shining.

"Oh, sorry," Applejack said, scratching her head with a smile as she noticed her partner's presence. "Did you fall asleep, Sleeping Beauty?" joked, receiving a kiss from the seamstress.

"Ha, ha, maybe, but I just missed the kiss to wake up," said, blushing a little.

"Well, it's never too late," the blonde said, coming closer to kiss her again.

"Ahem," Rainbow interrupted, approaching with Fluttershy who were on the other side. "There are a lot of people to see that show," joked.

"Maybe we'll save that for later," Rarity said, giggling nervously.

"So, you say you want the physical picture?" Pinkie asked excitedly.

"I like that idea," the farmer said, putting her arm around Rarity's shoulders.

"Hat, shirt with an apple on it, and boots..." the multicolored one said as if she were analyzing, observing Applejack with curiosity and something else. "Yeah, you're obviously not a fan of technology."

"Is that a compliment?" asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know, take it as you will," Rainbow said with a half-smile, looking at her a little longer before entering the store.

The girls, except the couple, exchanged glances and then followed them.

"And how many copies do you want?" the man in charge asked, his deep, kind voice echoing through the small shop.

"Twice as many as us?" Applejack suggested, looking at the girls.

"Not too many, I'd say seven is enough, right?" Rarity said.

"Sure, no need to have more," Sunset added.

With the amount ordered, they waited for the man to print out the photos, while Rarity looked at the images on her phone.

"Oh, look at this one," said, pointing to a photo on her phone. "Here we all are while Pinkie and I were decorating and the others were putting up the tablecloths, right before the party."

"Wow," Twilight said with a smile. "I didn't suspect a thing."

"We were so nervous you'd find out," Fluttershy said, laughing.

"No wonder," Rarity added, nodding. "It was quite a challenge to keep it a secret."

"Luckily a certain young lady made it," Sunset said, as everyone looked at the party girl.

"I bit my tongue to resist temptation!" Pinkie exclaimed.

"And I hope she continues to do so with other things," Applejack said, winking at him. The party girl nodded discreetly, understanding what he meant as she briefly glanced at the seamstress.

When the man showed the first photocopy, Rainbow took it to look at it.

"Look, Sparkle, if you look at it from another perspective, it seems like you're literally the youngest," joked, showing the picture.

"Oh, Twilight, you're not the youngest of the group anymore," Rarity said, bringing a hand to her chest in a dramatic tone, causing laughter from her friends to echo throughout the store.

Pinkie laughed out loud and the bespectacled girl narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms in a gesture of mock annoyance.

"Are you really still going with that whole 'youngest of the group' thing?" replied, feigning annoyance, but clearly amused.

"Well, it's a fact, Twi," Rainbow added with a smirk. "Even in the pictures you can tell."

The blue-haired girl sighed, but smiled sideways. "Okay, okay, I guess I'm used to being 'the little one' in some ways."

"But that makes you special!" Pinkie exclaimed, still giggling. "Speaking of doing special things... We should do something like that again," she suggested, looking at her friends. "It'll be fun."

"Do you have something in mind, Sugar Rush?" the sporty girl asked with her arms crossed.

"Yeah!" said, skipping. "Halloween is coming up!"

"I think I know where this is going," Applejack said, giggling.

A lot of ideas ran through the girl's mind about what crazy things the party girl might have in mind for Halloween.

Present

Rarity smiled as she emerged from the memory. "Those were the days," thought, letting the melancholy wash over her for a moment. Her friends' voices continued to echo through the library, so she remained in her 'hiding spot'.

Hearing nothing for a while, she assumed the girls had already left the library. With a determined sigh, she stepped out from behind the shelf to head to the counter and ask for the books. But as she took a step, she suddenly met Fluttershy's gaze, who stopped dead in her tracks.

The animal lover watched her for a moment, and Rarity noticed how the shy girl looked hesitant for a moment and swore she saw that she was about to open her mouth to speak. But before they could exchange words, someone else caught the pink-haired girl's attention and quickly left the library, leaving her alone once again.

"Wow, before it was regret and sadness at seeing them from afar... now it's... nostalgia," said to herself, a slight smile appearing on her lips as she recalled the moments they shared. As she approached the counter.

As she reached the counter, the librarian greeted her with a smile. "How can I help you today?"

Rarity opened her mouth.

Hours had passed, and Rainbow Dash was walking through the halls towards the teachers' lounge. She had a report due today, and with a confident smile on her face, she felt ready for the challenge.

When she arrived, she knocked on the door and was let in. She approached her teacher, who was looking through some papers.

"Hello, teacher!" greeted. "Here's the report on a legend."

"With what legend?" he asked, glancing at the document.

"Yeah, I watched the movie again yesterday, and it's a gem!" Rainbow exclaimed, spreading her hands.

"It definitely has a lot of interesting and noteworthy things," her teacher commented, nodding in approval.

"Yeah, that guy who was manipulating Freddie is mother-" began to say, but her teacher cleared his throat when he realized what she was about to say.

"He's a detestable person," Rainbow corrected, laughing a little.

"That sounds better, Miss Dash," her teacher replied, smiling at her spontaneity.

The conversation over, she left the staff room. She stretched a little, enjoying the satisfaction of having completed her task.

As she walked down the hall, thinking, she heard a soft voice behind her. "Rainbow!"

She turned around and saw Fluttershy approaching. "Hey, Fluttershy! How was your last class?" asked.

"Good... a little intense, I don't want to think about last week," Fluttershy replied, waving her hands nervously.

"Wow, don't think about that yet. It's time to go home! Would you like to go together?" Rainbow proposed with a smile.

Fluttershy nodded softly. "Sure, I was thinking of walking though."

The multicolored girl let out a small laugh. "I was just going to tell you to walk."

"Walking? And your car?" asked raising an eyebrow.

Rainbow smiled, shrugging. "I convinced Scoot to walk today. She was excited to ride her scooter. Like the first few days."

After a pause, she added, "Plus, I get to spend more time... with you."

Fluttershy smiled warmly, grateful for the gesture. "Thanks, Rainbow. Let's go to the entrance, then."

As they walked to the main entrance, they both noticed Scootaloo waving goodbye to Sweetie Belle and Rarity, who were walking away through the door. The sportswoman let out a barely audible sigh, her hands briefly clenching in her pockets. Fluttershy supposed it was her way of showing frustration at having to see the seamstress every day.

Despite this, she was glad that Rainbow didn't speak ill of her like before. Although the seamstress occupied her thoughts, what weighed most heavily on the pink-haired girl's mind were the memories of when they were all closer, something that made her a little sad.

"Hey, girls! Ready?" Scootaloo asked, noticing their presence.

Rainbow looked at her with a more relaxed smile. "Yeah, we're ready. Just be careful not to bump into each other, okay?"

The magenta-haired girl laughed carefree. "I've never crashed."

The three of them walked out the door, following the path home. The sound of the scooter's wheels mixed with the silence of the afternoon.

"Hey," Rainbow began, her tone more serious as they walked, "I don't want to insist, but... is everything okay with the other day?"

Fluttershy looked down, playing with the edge of her backpack as she thought. "Yeah, I'm fine, but... I wouldn't like to talk about it, if you don't mind."

The multicolored girl nodded in understanding, though her slight frown indicated that she'd like her friend to confide in her. "It's okay. I understand that you don't want to reveal the conversation you had with Twilight."

"I just hope it's not something serious, right?"

The pink-haired girl sighed, her gaze lost on the ground as she tried to find the right words. "I wouldn't call it serious, but... it's something I remembered and I can't stop thinking about it."

Rainbow tilted her head, trying to read her friend's emotions. "Is that why you've been so distracted? It seems like you have something else on your mind."

Fluttershy sighed deeply, looking up at the sky for a moment before speaking. "Have you ever felt nostalgia? Like you remember moments that won't come back."

The multicolored one frowned, pondering for a moment before answering. "Nostalgia, huh... Yeah, sometimes. Like when I think about how we used to be." Her tone was softer, referring to her close friendship with the animal lover.

"Why do you bring it up? Are you worried about something in particular?"

Fluttershy fell silent, her fingers interlacing nervously as she thought about how to hide the real reason. "I don't know... These days I've remembered things, moments with the group. I wonder if we'll ever be able to live them again."

Scootaloo stopped, taking a spin on her scooter before looking back at them. "What is nostalgia? Is it like when you miss something you liked but you don't have it anymore?"

The shy one smiled slightly at her. "Yeah, something like that. Sometimes I think about how we used to be, and I wish some things had never changed."

Rainbow stopped as well, looking at her seriously. "Those memories are important, but it's also okay to move on, you know? We can always make new moments, even if they're not exactly like the ones before."

Fluttershy smiled back, though it was evident that she still had some sadness in her eyes. "You're right. I'm grateful to have you and the girls in my life."

The multicolored girl, noticing her friend's tone of voice, wanted to cheer her up more. "Although, if you want to relive something, we can always try. Like when we went to those water games. We could go again with the girls sometime in the future. It won't be the same, but I bet it would be just as fun."

The younger one chimed in enthusiastically. "Yes! And there will always be new adventures! Like this walk, let's make it fun!"

Fluttershy opened her eyes with a more relaxed expression. Maybe, things wouldn't be the same with Rarity again, but if fate allowed it, they could create new memories together.

"Thank you, Rainbow," said, her tone genuine as she smiled. "You've made me feel better. I'm still a little homesick, but I think I know how to handle it."

Rainbow gave him a relaxed smile. "I'm glad I could help. You know you can always count on me."

"I know, Dash."

The three continued walking, the atmosphere filled with laughter and light conversation, while Rainbow made sure Fluttershy knew she would always be there for her.

When they arrived, the sportswoman saw her friend's house. It had been a long time since she had been there. This would be the first time in a long time that she would see her again.

"And we got home," announced, smiling.

"Thanks, Dash. Seriously, your comment helped me... I know you'll be there, regardless of whether I need it or not," Fluttershy said with a warm smile, reminiscing a bit.

"Wow, I didn't expect to hear so much praise... You're welcome, Flutter," replied, smiling back.

The pink-haired girl was going to walk towards the door, and the multicolored girl was going to follow her to leave her there, but she remembered a certain relative of her friend. "Wait, is your brother there?"

"Most likely," Fluttershy said, briefly looking at the house and realizing. "Oh..." said, looking at her friend.

Rainbow shook her head. "Do you ever think he'll stop being like this with me? Zephyr doesn't seem to understand what rejection is."

"Maybe, she'll get over it someday," her friend said doubtfully.

"On an alternate line, maybe," the jock said, taking a few steps back.

"On an alternate line, everything would be the other way around," Fluttershy added.

"How different would it be?" the multicolored girl wondered. "I don't want to dive into something that's out of logic."

"You look like Twilight," the pink-haired girl commented with a small laugh.

Rainbow opened her eyes. "I hope not."

Fluttershy laughed at her friend's expression. "Thanks for bringing me," said, approaching the door without taking her eyes off her.

"You're welcome, whenever you want, we can walk," offered, gesturing with her fingers to her head.

"I'd like to," Fluttershy replied, taking out her keys and looking up to open the door. "See you tomorrow, Rainbow." With that, she walked in and closed the door behind her.

"See you tomorrow," she said, turning around and walking over to her sister, who was standing to the side waiting, but with her attention fixed on her phone. "Ready, Scoot!" called.

"Oh?" said, taking off her headphones.

"You know, you have to be careful when skating and wear headphones when you're on the street," Rainbow warned, frowning slightly.

"I know, I know," replied with an innocent smile. "But I was listening to my favorite playlist."

The rainbow sighed, but couldn't help but smile at her sister's carefree attitude. "Let's go home. Let's play a little, shall we?"

"Great!" Scootaloo exclaimed excitedly.

Rainbow took one last look back. "I knew it was a good idea," thought with a smile, and the two began to walk back, leaving Fluttershy's house behind.

The last day came just like the previous one. The girls arrived a little late because of their schedule, and now Applejack was in her marketing class, sharing space with some acquaintances, including the seamstress.

She paid attention to what the teacher was explaining, who asked them to open the book on a specific page and the corresponding item. The teacher's words echoed in the classroom, accompanied by the soft turning of pages and the occasional murmur of the students. Outside, the sun, filling the room with a warm light that made it harder to concentrate.

As she tried to follow the explanation, she heard a slight murmur nearby. At first she ignored it, but it soon began to distract her. Applejack frowned, looking for where that sound was coming from. She turned her head and realized it was Rarity, lost in her thoughts, turning the pages without paying attention.

The farmer shook her head slightly, wondering what she was thinking to be so absent. It was not annoyance that she felt, but rather a strange mix of restlessness and curiosity. How could someone so meticulous get so distracted? She remembered the talk they had recently had.

The teacher kept explaining, but her eyes kept going back to the seamstress. She sighed, making a decision.

"Psss..." muttered, careful not to let the teacher hear her. She checked again to see if the teacher was still explaining and then turned back to Rarity, who still didn't notice the sign.

"Pss..." insisted, a little louder. This time the seamstress raised her head, looking for where the voice was coming from. After another 'pss', she finally looked at her, confused.

Applejack discreetly picked up her book and with her fingers pointed to the page and item they were working on. Rarity was surprised by the gesture, but quickly looked for the right page. Once she found it, she raised her head briefly only to see that the blonde had already returned to concentrating on the explanation.

The curly-haired girl looked down at her book, and a small smile formed on her lips. She didn't know if this was another one of those moments that would make her think there was a chance for her to be disappointed in the end, but she felt a slight relief.

Applejack, for her part, let out a low sigh, not wanting to think too much about what she had just done. It had been a simple act of courtesy, right? Nothing more.

Minutes later, they marked the end of class. Applejack closed her book and put it in her backpack, while the other students began to leave. She stood up and, without hurrying, went to the locker to leave her things before training.

The hallway was full of students, but the farmer was focused on her own thing. When she reached her locker, she quickly opened it, put away the marketing book and took out her equipment for training. She closed the locker with a soft slam and adjusted her hat before walking to the gym.

She took a deep breath as she crossed the halls. A new training awaited her, and in her mind, she left class and everything that had happened behind. Fresh air awaited her in the countryside.

As usual on Fridays, the day passed quickly due to the short hours of classes. Hours later, our girls were already in their respective homes.

The blonde, as always, wanted to help on the farm, so, after leaving her things in her room, she went down to the backyard to pick some apples.

The sun was lowering on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold, while a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees around the farm. Applejack was now sitting on a high branch of one of the oak trees, her hat tilted slightly back, watching the changing colors in the sky. The heat of the day was slowly disappearing, replaced by a cooler air.

Big Mac walked out into the backyard, noticing his sister's silhouette against the orange sky. He frowned, knowing something had been bothering her.

"Applejack, everything okay?" he asked in his low, calm tone.

The blonde looked down at him, with a half smile.

"Yeah, everything seems better now," replied, shifting her feet gently from her position on the branch. "I'm just watching the sunset. Come on, climb up and see."

With her usual calm, she began to climb the tree, but didn't sit down. Instead, she stood, holding herself up on a lower branch, her hands resting on the rough bark.

"So, you feeling better?" he asked, not taking his eyes off her.

Applejack nodded. "Yeah... I guess I needed that conversation with Belle," muttered, as if speaking more to herself than to her brother.

Big Mac frowned, confused. "Belle?"

"Rarity," quickly corrected.

A barely visible smile spread across his brother's face.

"I hope you didn't yell at him to let off steam."

The farm girl narrowed her eyes. "How do you know...?" she paused before letting out a resigned sigh. "Pinkie."

Big Mac let out a small, almost inaudible laugh. "At least he says the things you'd rather hide," commented, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Applejack raised her eyebrows, feigning surprise, but immediately relaxed, knowing she couldn't hide much from her older brother. "Sure," replied in a wry tone.

He looked at her intently, and after a brief silence, he asked more seriously, "And what do you mean you needed that conversation?"

She hesitated for a moment, biting the inside of her cheek, but she knew her brother was always a good source of advice, no matter how reserved it was. Finally, she sighed.

"With him coming back... and something I did... I got stuck on our past relationship," said. The words came out easier than she expected.

Her brother just nodded, giving her the space to continue.

"And, well, I was feeling frustrated... I didn't understand why I was acting like this. I started comparing certain things... things I shouldn't be comparing. I piled it all up until... well, you know... I ended up yelling at Belle."

Big Mac watched her, his face calm but firm.

"I know, it was wrong," Applejack continued, lowering her gaze. "She waited for me in the hallways the other day, and somehow, we indirectly talked about our thing. We didn't go very deep, but it's something, isn't it?" He gave a weak smile, seeking his brother's approval. "And I think that helped me... I don't feel this frustration anymore."

He nodded slowly. "It's good to realize that some things from the past can still affect us, even when we think we're over them."

Applejack nodded with a small, but sincere smile.

Big Mac looked at her with the same calmness as usual, but this time his gaze was more penetrating, as if he were trying to find something his sister wasn't saying. "And how did things turn out?" he asked in a soft tone.

"We decided to move on. She on her side, I on mine... just like it's been since she came back," she answered, as if he were repeating something he had already decided. "And I told her after what we talked about..." she paused, so his brother would understand that he was referring to the relationship. "...doesn't change what's going on with the girls."

Big Mac shook his head, smiling to himself. "Stubborn as always..." he thought and simply replied, "Sometimes, it's just a matter of seeing things more clearly."

Applejack looked at him curiously. She remembered a bit about class. "Today was just a favor... I guess, right?" thought.

"I know what you said about seeing things, but still... I have to focus on the present. Maybe, if there's any chance... I'll be able to make up with Belle, like Pinkie did."

His brother nodded again.

The sky, which had been a warm orange before, was now turning a dark blue, indicating that the sunset was coming to an end.

"Come on, the wind's going to start blowing hard," said, carefully turning around to climb down from the tree, but stopped. "AJ?"

"Yeah?"

Big Mac grimaced, as if he was debating whether or not to answer. Finally, she decided to speak up. "Have you considered that there's something else that's... not right on my personal front?"

Applejack looked at him, clearly confused. "What could be wrong with my personal life?" asked, bewildered. "I have great friends and a somewhat complicated partner, but everything seems to be fine."

Her brother paused before speaking.

"You're right, but... I hope... I mean, I just hope you realize what I mean," he said, before jumping down and onto the ground with the same confidence as always.

The farmer sat on the branch, looking at her brother with a bewildered expression, wondering what exactly he meant. As the wind began to blow harder, she turned her gaze to the sky, now a deep blue.

The days seemed to slip by quickly, leaving behind fleeting moments that barely managed to be appreciated. The laughter and excitement soon faded, giving way to a denser atmosphere. As October came, the pressure became evident; classes became more intense and the teachers, with their ever-higher demands, echoed in the minds of each student.

Luckily, the students had brief moments of relaxation that offered respite. However, for Rarity, those moments seemed insufficient. The elegance and control that had always characterized her were challenged by the overwhelming pressure she felt.

Thus, the second week of October began, and the dressmaker's internal struggle intensified, while the echo of expectations continued to resonate in her mind. That afternoon after class, everyone was at home, facing the pressure of studying. Rarity was in the kitchen, taking something out of the refrigerator to eat before continuing with her studies.

As she walked up the stairs to her room, she saw some photos on Instagram that made her smile. "Looks like not everyone feels this pressure," thought.

Reaching the second floor, she paused as she heard soft music coming from her younger sister's room. The door was ajar, so Rarity pushed it open slightly.

"Hey, Sweetie. What are you doing?" asked with a smile.

Sweetie Belle looked up from her desk, surrounded by books and papers. "I'm just finishing up some math homework. You?"

"I just came to relax a bit before I get down to studying," said, sighing. "Midterms are a week away..."

"I'll be like this in a few days," Sweetie commented with a grimace.

"Relax while you can," said with a giggle. She said goodbye and walked to her room.

Opening the door, he froze at the sight of his mother, sitting on the edge of the bed with some papers in her hands. Rarity's notebooks and papers were scattered across the desk.

"Mother! What are you doing here?" asked, with a mix of surprise and nervousness.

Cookie looked up, visibly serious, but trying to remain calm. "I wanted to see how your studies were going, now that there are only a few days left... and I saw that you left your notebooks open on the desk. I got a little worried and wanted to take a look at your notes."

The seamstress felt a knot in her stomach when she saw the folded sheets her mother was holding. They were the notes she had hidden. She tensed a little and tried to keep her composure.

"Mother, I... I didn't want you to worry."

The woman sighed, her voice becoming more serious. "I understand that you don't want to worry me, but you can't hide these things from me. I'm worried about how you're handling your studies. You know that I've always wanted the best for you."

Rarity looked down, feeling the pressure and guilt increase. Her mother's words were like a weight on her chest. "I know, Mother. It's just that... I thought I could manage on my own and I didn't want to disappoint you."

"Rarity, this isn't about disappointing me. This is about your future. I just want you to be well prepared for whatever comes next. I need to know that you're doing your best," her mother said in a firm tone.

The seamstress felt tears building up in her eyes, but she tried her best not to shed them. "But I'm doing my best! I'm trying to live up to your expectations, but it seems like nothing is enough. I don't want to disappoint you... I don't want to fail this time..." said desperately.

Cookie subtly raised an eyebrow, but returned to her seriousness. "I hope you'll do your best," said as she stood up.

Rarity nodded, and her mother left the room. Future scenes of failure were playing in the seamstress's mind, and she didn't want to feel that. The feeling of not having done enough, the pressure and fear of not meeting her mother's expectations overwhelmed her, making her heart race. It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, in a distant room, Sweetie Belle winced as she overheard a bit of the argument. She heard the door open and saw her mother peeking in.

"Hello, dear, how are you?"

"Uh... Good," said with a fake smile, trying to cover it up.

"You managed to hear, didn't you?"

Sweetie Belle relaxed her twisted expression. "A little, yes, but I'm sure I understand what I was taught. And Rarity will too."

"I know, dear, I know it's hard for Rarity, but I'm sure she'll get it," Cookie said with a smile.

Sweetie Belle smiled back.

"I'll leave you, but come down soon, I want to show you something... a surprise," her mother said.

"I'll be right there, Mom," replied.

"Okay..." said, moving away from the door to go to the stairs.

The younger girl got up from her chair and left the room, but she looked at her sister's door and then at the stairs. She thought about saying some encouraging words to Rarity, so she headed to her room first.

When she arrived, she knocked on the door. Hearing nothing, she opened it and found her sister sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall.

"Rarity!" exclaimed, quickly entering and kneeling beside her. "Are you okay? Did you get...?"

"Yes..." replied weakly.

"But it's been a long time since you got one," Sweetie Belle said worriedly. "I don't think Mom would let you get one..."

"It was my fault; several thoughts went through my mind, making me more nervous and giving me a fit," Rarity explained, looking at her with a weak expression.

"We have to tell Mom and Dad!" said the younger, worried, trying to get up, but was stopped by her sister's hand.

"Wait... I don't want to worry them," said, calmer.

"But Rarity, it's been a long time since you had one, and now, after all this time, you had a fit again," Sweetie Belle insisted.

"I know, but you have enough, especially Mom, to worry you about this. Please, Sweetie Belle, let this be a sisterly secret," asked.

The youngest Belle was not convinced, but ended up agreeing. "On one condition."

The seamstress gave a weak laugh. "I just had an anxiety attack, and you ask me for one condition."

Sweetie Belle laughed. "It's nothing big."

Rarity settled herself more comfortably. "Okay, what's the condition?"

The younger sister gave her a half-smile and asked for her cell phone, partly explaining why she needed it.

"Now that I've passed it on to you and this is a secret, I need you to go down to our parents' room," said, settling into her bed after getting up with her sister's help.

"I need my medication." Rarity's voice sounded firmer than she felt inside, but the pressure in her muscles was still palpable, reminding her how exhausted she was.

Sweetie Belle stopped paying attention to her phone and looked at her seriously. "Didn't you say to keep it between us?"

"Yeah, that's why I want you to do it quietly, almost like you're a spy," said, with a small laugh that didn't manage to hide her nervousness.

"Oh... I was just going downstairs because Mom asked me to," Sweetie Belle replied, with a hand on her chin, thinking. "I'll see how I do it." She stood up and left the room with a determined expression.

She carefully made her way downstairs, checking to see if her mother was distracted before entering her parents' room. Luckily, her mom was in the kitchen, busy. Following the hallway that led to her parents' room, Sweetie made sure to walk briskly.

Inside the room, she began to search for the medicines. Every now and then, she glanced at the door and walked on tiptoe. "A spy," thought, remembering Rarity's words.

She checked her mom's dresser, but found nothing. She tried her dad's, also with no luck. Just a few. She picked a random drawer, and, after a brief moment of searching, she finally found them.

Feeling triumphant, she quickly stood up and hid the medicines in the waistband of her skirt. "It wasn't that hard to be a spy," said with a victorious smile.

Just then, her dad came out of the bathroom.

"Spy?" asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Ah... uh, well..." Sweetie Belle began to stutter, nervous.

"Has your mom not shown you the surprise yet?" her dad asked, without giving it much importance.

The younger girl took the opportunity. "Yeah! That... Mom mentioned it, and I thought you'd hide it like you did before," said, finding the perfect excuse.

"Not this time, honey. It's in the kitchen." Hondo smiled and waved an arm toward the door, motioning for her to head there.

Sweetie Belle hurried out of the room, followed by her dad. As they reached the kitchen, he commented, "Looks like the little princess thought the surprise was in the bedroom."

Cookie let out a small laugh as she turned around. "Honey, looks like you were wrong this time," said, looking at her daughter.

The younger girl hid it with a smile. "You know I can't help myself sometimes when I suspect a surprise or gift," said, still trying to calm herself down.

Cookie and Hondo shared a knowing look before her mom pulled a box off the counter, covered in a cloth. She slowly lifted it, revealing a tray of raspberry macarons, the little girl's favorite.

"Taran!" Cookie announced with a wide smile.

"We know how much you like these, so we made a special stop to buy them at the bakery," Hondo added, winking at her.

Sweetie Belle's eyes lit up at the sight of her favorite sweets. Although she was still on a secret mission to help Rarity, she couldn't help but smile at her parents' thoughtfulness.

"Thanks, Mom, Dad!" said, hiding her excitement as she made sure the medicines were well hidden.

"We considered Rarity too, but one at a time," Cookie said with a slight smile.

"It's only fair," the younger girl replied with a smile. "Next time you could bring Rarity's when she finishes her tests."

"I was thinking about that," her mother added.

Sweetie Belle glanced surreptitiously at the ceiling and then at the macarons. "Can I take three up to my room while I finish my homework?"

"Sure, but only three since dinner will be ready soon," Hondo said as he grabbed a plate and placed three down.

"Oh, and a glass of water so I don't choke," asked, being cautious.

Cookie pulled out a glass and filled it halfway with water from the jug.

Sweetie, already holding the plate and glass, tried not to drop the box of medicine she was hiding as she walked slowly. "Thanks, I love you."

"We love you too," her parents replied in unison.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Rarity waited nervously, hoping her little sister wouldn't be discovered. She sat on her bed, leaning against the wall, her body feeling like it was made of lead. Every tense muscle in her arms made her wince in pain. She had forgotten what it felt like after an attack; sometimes it was muscle aches, other times it was fatigue, and sometimes it was disorientation.

She didn't know whether to consider it a relief that she wasn't disoriented this time, but on the other hand, the tiredness in her body wasn't a comfort either. So she just took a deep breath, just as she had been suggested in the past. However, now she had to think about how to hide that pain during dinner if the medicines didn't work after a year.

She raised her head at the sound of the door handle. She hoped it wasn't one of her parents. To her relief, she saw that it was her sister, who closed the door behind her.

She handed the medicine and water to Rarity, who took them immediately.

"Thanks..." muttered, settling back down on the bed after gulping down the water.

"It was nothing," Sweetie Belle replied with a smile, trying to keep the mood light. "Although I almost got caught being a spy... but I used my stealth skills."

Rarity laughed. "You were an amazing spy."

"Get some rest, okay?" Sweetie said, making sure Rarity grabbed a macaron to regain some energy. "I don't know if you're fatigued, but I took advantage of the surprise to bring two extra. You can eat all three if you want."

Rarity took one, and although she didn't feel fatigued, she thought maybe it would make her feel better. Sweetie Belle watched her with a calm gaze, satisfied that she had accomplished her mission.

Later, dinner time came around and the two of them went downstairs. Although it was a bit difficult for Rarity, she didn't feel as heavy as before, so she was able to hide it. Dinner was somewhat silent due to the recent argument between Cookie and Rarity. Hondo noticed the slight tension, but decided to ask his wife about it later.

Back in their room, Hondo and Cookie were getting ready for bed. Hondo was brushing his teeth, watching as his wife seemed deep in thought.

"Is something wrong, honey?" Hondo asked with the toothbrush in his mouth.

"It's just that I got into an argument with Rarity about keeping her grades from me... and you know how I am with our daughters' studies," replied, staring into space.

Hondo tried to say something with the toothbrush in his mouth, but the words came out incomprehensible.

"Oh, Hondo, rinse well," Cookie told him, with a soft smile.

The husband rinsed and spat out the toothpaste. "I noticed it during dinner, but I don't think it's just because of the grades, right?" asked as he walked back into the room.

"You're right. It's not just that," replied with a sigh.

"What is it, then?"

Cookie paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words. "Do you think Rarity expects anything more from me than not disappointing me?" said quietly, almost to herself.

"Well, she probably expects you to support her and be proud of her, to live up to your expectations," Hondo replied, waving his hand, as if he were listing.

Cookie's eyes widened, surprised by the idea. "Is that what she thinks?" asked, more to herself than to him.

"I don't understand..." said, confused.

"Rarity thinks she has to live up to my expectations... but I don't expect my daughters to be perfect. All I want is for them to do well in school, regardless of the profession they choose, to be happy," Cookie replied, with an expression of realization.

Her husband looked at her in surprise. "I thought you expected Rarity to be exactly like you in school... but you say that's not the case."

"I may have misinterpreted my words," Cookie mused. "I should make it clear to her, I don't want her to feel pressured unnecessarily."

"Definitely. Tell her your way," Hondo replied with a playful smile.

Cookie let out a small laugh. "You're right. I don't want her to get stressed to the point of an anxiety attack. I'll go see if she's still awake," said as he stood up.

He carefully climbed the stairs, checking to see if Sweetie Belle was already asleep. Then, he knocked softly on Rarity's door, but there was no answer. He tried again, and just as she was about to leave, she decided to enter.

The sight startled her: The eldest daughter was fast asleep on her notebooks on the desk. She approached with a tender smile.

"Looks like the warrior couldn't beat her studies for today," thought fondly.

Carefully, she opened Rarity's bed and tried to gently lift her up. The dressmaker barely opened her eyes, dazed, between sleep and wakefulness. Cookie gently guided her to the bed, helping her walk the few steps that separated them. Once she had her lying down, she covered her with the blankets, laughing to herself as she realized how big her daughter had grown.

"I definitely can't carry her like I did when she was little anymore," thought with a nostalgic smile.

She turned off the light and walked to the door. As she turned to look at her one last time, the moonlight illuminated Rarity's peaceful face.

"Good night, daughter," Cookie whispered before softly closing the door.

Author's Note

• I know, it seems like there's not much revealed in this chapter, but I tried to fill in the gaps in the flashbacks to get to the missing revelations sooner, there's not much left.

• What do you think Fluttershy's lie to Rarity in the past was?

• I put in more subtle clues about Applejack and Rainbow, did anyone notice anything?

• I wasn't sure at first about adding any interaction in this chapter between Applejack and Rarity after their conversation, but the scenes they have aren't exactly in words, so technically they didn't talk.

• I've mentioned that I have advanced chapters, but that doesn't mean they're complete. I had some progress, but I just got blocked for a few days. Also, I signed up for a course that lasts all of October, so I couldn't move forward. A few days ago the light bulb went off and I was able to continue with this chapter.

• I've also been thinking about changing the cover of the story. I found the current one to be very simple. Later when I upload the next chapter I'll change it or tomorrow if possible I'll translate it for tomorrow.

• Well, I hope you liked the chapter. Until next time!