Accessorizing with Rarity

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A Date

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She had supplied me with the additional shoe boxes, identical to the one I keep my outdoors shoes in. I will be keeping my indoors shoes, in a separate box, I am keeping on my room; just as I will keep the new shoes, in a separate box, I am stacking the old original box on top of.

“Neat..” my sister exclaims, as she is seeing how I am arranging all my shoes, in these three separate shoe boxes.

“Yeah; it will be much easier, to keep track of my shoes now!” I agree.

“These Iridium shoes are pretty, very glossy and shiny!” she puts forth; “these blue Cobalt and red Copper kind of makes for a complete set of coloured shoes!” she then points out.

“Yes; I really do like this aspect, of my new shoes!” I agree.

“If you use the Aluminium shoes, because they are lightweight and easy to walk in; would you use the Osmium shoes, because they are so heavy, you can use them for exercise?” she inquires.

“When you put it like that; would you follow me out for a walk, so I can test them out?” I inquire.

“Sounds like fun..” she agrees; just after Dinner, would be fun!” she suggests.

“Okay, Sis; just after Dinner, it is!” I confirm.

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If they had not noticed either my Ears, or my Muzzle; of course they see neither my Tail, nor my Horn. Though I guess; my new Horn is plain as day, on my forehead. At least; there are no complaints, or emotional outbursts about either of these new Accessories. (Could I truly take either of them off of me, and as easily as I had put them on?) Either way; they have become part of who I am, all the same. I am, I have become defined; by the features, accented by applying these accessories.

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Slipping the new Osmium shoes on, had proven only too easy; just as slipping the squeaking, crystal clear Silicone shoes had been easy to take off of my hooves. (Or Boots; but I have come to see the Boots as my Hooves, as if I had been born with them.)

All my shoes are easy to put on, and take off; thus, swapping shoes is just as easy. No challenge, at all; but why should it be a challenge, in the first place? They are intended to be worn, in order to protect the delicate Hoof Boots in the first place.

While I had been swapping shoes; my sister had slipped her shoes on, as well.

Since it is so warm, outside; we don’t need to put on any outdoors clothes, naturally. I am fairly sure; Mother would complain if we did put on warmer clothes now, giving us a stern lecture about it. (I could live, without another lecture; or even the complaints.)

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Once we had dressed up, for the weather outdoors; she is opening the door and I follow her out, before I am closing the door behind myself.

“Oh.. oh..” I breathe; “These shoes really are heavy..” I observe; “much heavier, than I could possibly have imagined!” I conclude. (Of course, I had chosen the egg shoes; just for the purpose of maximizing the weight, in the first place.)

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as we are walking down the path to the street outside our home.

“Maybe, just maybe; we learned something more, from your purchase!” she suggests.

“Did you know; Osmium shoes could be so heavy?” I inquire.

“No..” she responds; “which is the point, I was making!” she suggests.

“Maybe you could buy yourself a pair of new Osmium shoes, too..” I propose; then we could share the adventure, when we go out for an exercise!” I supply.

“Yes; I guess I should buy myself a new pair of shoes, this feels like such an exciting experience to share!” she agrees.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” follows us as we continue to walk down the street, towards the nearest convenient path in the park nearby.

“This is fun..” I ponder; “but my shoes really are heavy!” I breathe.

“Came to think of it..” she puts forth; “Osmium is even heavier than Gold, and Gold is very heavy..” she elaborates; “but Gold is too soft for most all practical applications!” she points out.

“Oh..” I snicker; “could this be the reason, behind why Rarity never presented any Gold shoes to either of us?” I inquire.

“Probably..” she agrees; “because Gold is quite pretty, with its bright luster!” she concludes.

“Dare I suggest..” I put forth; “it’s the same reason, behind her lack of Silver shoes?” I inquire.

“Your Iridium shoes are just as beautiful, though!” she points out, giggling.

“Yes; I guess they are;” I agree; “and I think, I prefer my pretty Iridium shoes, I can wear for years; over the Silver shoes, that is only sounding fancy!” I put forth.

“So would I!” she concurs.

“I really do enjoy, going out on a walk with my sister!” I ponder.

“Imagine that; my sister is such a joy to go out on a walk with..” she considers; “who could have thought; but I guess, I just have to share more moments just like this with her!” she concludes.

The moment is spent quiet, under thoughtful contemplation; as we are continuing, to the green park we had intended to go to. None had even asked us, to go out together; we had just chosen to, as a spur of the moment. (When inspiration is knocking, don’t knock her down, you never know when or even if she is coming back!)

At the edge of the town, we turn to the path leading into the park; just enjoying the quiet and the serene surroundings we are entering.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard; but it’s such a natural integrated sound, we don’t even notice it.

I am breathing a bit harder, as I have to struggle more just to lift my now much heavier hooves off of the ground. Not as if I am about to complain; I had after all chosen to put these shoes on, even knowing they were supposed to be heavy. (Even if I had not quite realized, just how heavy they would prove to be.)

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Why does this feel so natural to me, right now? It isn’t as if I had minded my older sister before. Why should I? And this is not even taking into account; all she had done for me, these recent days.

I like my sister, and enjoy spending time with her. Even if it can be a problem, making the time; when she is not even attending the same school, right now. Not as if this had been a problem, last year, of course. She just had to move to another school; once she started High School, this year. How typical. (Of course, this is not the first, and probably not the last time; this issue is presenting itself, placing distance between the two of us.)

On the other rubbery hoof, it is probably the first time; this issue had provided us, with this opportunity, to become closer, because of it. (How curious!)

Certain thoughts, are popping in and out of my head; while I am not aware of them just yet, they are breaking grounds for events yet to come. What these are, are for the future to explain.>

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The weight of my shoes are taking its toll on me, even if it will take me some time, before it is actually bothering me, stopping me in my track. (With my sister by my side, this should not be an issue.)

We simply continue down the path, trotting forwards; enjoying the moment together, with the greenery of the park surrounding and shielding us from everything else.

I find myself a bit winded, but my sister spurs me on; inspiring me, to continue as if it had been nothing. Well, maybe she is right? Besides; for as long as I have my sister by my side, there is nothing to fear or even worry about. Why worry, in the first place.

While this is not the first time, we are out and walk along this trail or together in general; it is the first time, since she met Rarity. I had loved the accessories Rarity had presented, and I still am; I am certain, I will continue, to love these. Well, why shouldn’t I?

Rarity’s accessories has integrated themselves in my life, our life firmly. I can barely even think or consider, what my life would have been without these now. Well, why should I? Why bother? I like my life, as it is; and these accessories, are an integral part of what my life is developing into.

Even if I guess, it will exclude the exploration of certain feminine items, such as high heels. (High Heals.)

If I had not needed these things, like the high heels; why worry about them now, if I don’t need them? I am happy, the way I am. My life is developing in a direction I am looking forwards to.

It is not just the path I am sharing with my sister, but this path is indeed enjoyable. Can I hope my life is to progress along the lines of this path I had just chosen for myself? If so, I have my sister and Rarity to thank for it. Not as if I mind. I enjoy having my sister in my life, as a friend at the very least. (We never had a problem before, so why should we start having problems now?)

This path is having its ups and downs, but I had already known that. I have been walking on this path before; and with my sister by my side, most of these times.

Surprisingly enough, if it is truly surprising; but it is actually easier to mount these hills, while I am wearing these shoes, than it had been before. The fact, that I may be more tired now; changes exactly nothing, in this regard.

The unyielding, sharp edge of these shoes dig in; helping me getting all the grip I could possibly need, as I walk up the path.

While I guess my steps may be shorter, but I can still trot down the hill, when I have past the summit and the path once more slides back down.

Little is said, at this point; but everything that had needed to be said, has already been said.

Or, maybe words are no longer needed; in order to express, what is needed to be expressed?

In the end, this path comes to an end, just as I had already known. It is inevitable, all paths come to an end. From there, we continue to trot, soon reaching the outer door to our home.

She is opening the door, letting me step in; before she is following me in, then closing the door behind herself.

She is helping me, swapping these shoes, for a pair of crystal clear Silicone shoes. Much lighter, than these Osmium shoes, of course. While the wait is not the reason why she is helping me to swap shoes, I have to wear my indoors shoes, once I am indoors, after all.

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Oh, Dear; the Twin Event

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