Foomph

Foomph
- by Scribblits Talo

“Make no mistake: The art of writing is in the rewriting”.-Dorothy Parker_The art of Writing

A verdant garden stretched out for acres and acres. The golden rays of sunlight reflected a cascade from every dew-riddled surface.

Basil Burst, the Kirin, set down her hoe, before she sat down basking against the rising sun, her silhouette a radiant dusk against the waking sky.

She felt a wave of cool calm wash over her.

How, she thought, how could something as radiant and fiery as the sun be so soothing, so at peace?

She cocked her head considering this.

'Buck me, Buck me, but where is my calm… I'm just sitting here, but I want to scream, to kick something…. How, how is the sun so calm?'

It wasn't just the work... Something else...

It was controlling the flame...her Nirik...it was sometimes so tempting to just let go. To let the inferno consume all.
Why...Basil didn't know...it was just one of those days. The sun's calm was there. But not very effective against the surges of anxiety.

When, all of a sudden,

"Watchya looking at?!"

FOOOMPH !!! The entire field poofed into flames, Basil smack dab in the middle.

The pink pony who had suddenly materialized before her just laughed and blew out a loose strand of mane which burned like a birthday candle.

Basil took a deep breath and extinguished herself, the wind shifted and the ring of flame around the pony and Kirin took care of itself, burning away into only cold soot relatively quickly.

"I…I’m"

'Compose yourself, Basil, come on, compose yourself. This is not the way to treat a stranger.

She tried to open her mouth to speak again but found herself caught off guard by the sheer speed of the pastel pink pony.

"I’m what? I'm Sleepy? I'm scratchy? I love these types of games...they can be such a fun challenge. Ooh, I know! Your foomphy! No, that couldn't be it, you're already foomphed, if you were going to foomph again I'm sure it would have already happened…unless you were to have a double foomph! or Celestia forbid a triple foomph…

I had a party cannon once that would triple foomph, I had to get rid of it though….Celestia ruled a triple foomph to be too much firepower for one pony to handle. Pretty funny considering she handles the sun every day, but heyo. But anyways, what I'm you?

Oooo! I know I'm hungry…or is it hangry. Come on, let's get something to eat.

With that, Basil found herself ripped from her seat and hauled away by the strange pink pony, who was still talking…but wait, what was that about the sun?

"I love a hay burger, but it's really early for a burger, isn't it? Perhaps they have some pastries or some cupcakes, I can always do cupcakes."

"Um"

"But do I really want to start my frosting intake so early? Rarity has been telling me to cut back a bit…and Rainbow thinks I could be a little bit more fit."

"Um….what was that you said about the sun?"

"I've been trying to do more push-ups lately. I mean look, I'm already so strong. Can you do a triple backflip? Oh Celestia, she raises the sun every morning, it's a really neat thing to see, almost magical…speaking of magic, do you know where I could find some balloons around here? I have an idea for a beautiful prank.

"I won't do any pranks around here…. "

"Oh, it will be great! See, I'm going to fill every closet in the place with balloons, every, and then when everypony wants to retrieve something from their storage…"

"You're liable to piss some creature off."

'"Then when they open their doors

Bang!! All the balloons pop!

Oh…

..Oh, I hadn't thought about that…

I figure you have a point there…hmm now what do I do with my time instead. "

"Could you tell me a little about this sun pony?"

Breakfast actually turned out to be quite pleasant.

Although it wasn't her first choice, they ended up splitting a large apple crisp and oat platter, and it was exceedingly good…

The strange pink pony had excellent taste and she

Wasn't so bad once you got to know her.

Although intely she perhaps came across as an extra limb…just violently existing, violently herself…so ...so out there. To shy Basil at first, that sort of vibrant personality felt intoxicating…as if it might be impossible to be around…but there was more to pinky than that legitimately out of their presence…

She deeply cared for others…. despite her outward appearance, and her apparent thoughtlessness…she was surprisingly insightful. Somehow she knew of Basil's dower state…but how?

Forever a mystery.

But seeing a pony in need, she was there for her.

Basil smiled, feeling a different flame roll up inside herself...a kind of flame, like that of a hearth fire.

Something Pinkie had said stuck in her mind.

She had said it was addressed to the readers, which was weird... But it went something like...

A verdant volcano or a vexing garden, wherever you find yourself, it's better with friends.

Although an odd way to put it, upon consideration Basil thought it to be an absolute truth...
Although quiet time was important for sure...it would have been a fiery mess had Pinky not shown up when she did.

Basil smiled, it was good to have a new friend.