Blossom

by Gonderlane

Rating: everyone
Tags: Roseluck, Daisy, Lily, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Flower Ponies, Slice of Life
Length: 1006

You find a seed. But what are you going to do with it?

You find a seed. But what are you going to do with it?

Cover art by vulthuryol00.

A Slice of Life entry in the A Thousand Words Contest III.

Published 2024-07-14 23:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-07-14 23:40:00 UTC

New Seed

Walking through the meadow, you spot a small, nondescript seed nestled in the dirt. It's so perfectly hidden, it surprises you that you even noticed it. Something about it catches your eye, and your heart flutters with curiosity. You call Daisy and Roseluck over, showing them your find. The three of you ponder what kind of flower might emerge from such a simple-looking seed.

Planting the seed in a pot, you place it on your windowsill where it can catch the gentle rays of the spring sun. Daisy meticulously measures the pot soil, ensuring it's just right, while Roseluck hums softly, sprinkling a blend of nutrients that she swears by. The seed remains dormant, but your spirits are high. Patience, you remind yourself, as you water it tenderly each day.

One morning, you finally notice a tiny sprout pushing through the soil. Excitement bubbles in your chest, and you gather Daisy and Roseluck to witness the miracle. They share your joy, and the three of you agree to keep a close watch on its progress.

The days grow warmer, and the little sprout stretches towards the sun. It stands tall and green, a promise of something beautiful to come. You and your friends take turns caring for it, each of you adding your unique touch. Daisy talks to it, convinced her words encourage it to grow strong. Roseluck creates a special mixture of water and plant food, insisting it’s the best nourishment.

As the days pass, the plant grows steadily. You all start to dream about what kind of flower it might be. Will it be something exotic, or a familiar favorite? The anticipation grows with each passing day as you continue to nurture the sprout with love and care.

The sprout has grown into a sturdy stem with several leaves. The summer sun is intense, and you worry about the little plant wilting under the heat. Daisy suggests moving it to a shaded area during the hottest part of the day, and Roseluck concocts a cooling mist to spray on the leaves.

Despite your efforts, the plant begins to droop. Panic sets in as you notice the edges of the leaves turning brown. Daisy suggests adding a bit more water, but Roseluck proposes reducing it. After an argument that ends in ruffled manes, you decide to experiment with a balance of both. You add mulch to retain moisture and create a makeshift canopy to protect it from direct sunlight.

Days turn into weeks, and the plant stabilizes. It stands resilient against the summer heat, a testament to your combined care. Every evening, you, Daisy, and Roseluck gather around it, marveling at its determination to survive and thrive. Even if you're the one that found it, you know that it's the strength and resilience of all of you that kept it alive.

One particularly hot day, you notice the leaves looking slightly droopy again. Roseluck suggests creating a small humidity tent using a damp cloth and some stakes. You carefully construct the tent around the plant, creating a mini-greenhouse effect. Days later, the plant seems to thrive in its new environment, the leaves perking up and the stem growing even taller.

The air cools, and the leaves of the plant take on a deeper green. You notice tiny buds forming along the stem. Excitement mingles with concern—this part of the year brings shorter days and chilly nights. Daisy suggests positioning reflective surfaces to maximize the dwindling sunlight, while Roseluck prepares a special blend of nutrient-rich compost made from fallen leaves and natural fertilizers.

As the days pass, the buds begin to swell. One evening, you spot a hint of color peeking through the sepals. You're the first to notice, gasping in delight, but a sudden gust nearly knocks the stem over. You scramble to create a warm environment by gathering straw and old quilts, insulating the pot with layers of warmth.

Further gusts hit, but your efforts pay off. The plant stands strong, the buds now a vibrant hue. You share a collective sigh of relief, knowing that the bloom is imminent. The nights grow colder, and you worry about the plant surviving the chill.

Space is limited indoors, so you all brainstorm and decide to create a cozy spot by the hearth. With careful placement, the plant receives enough warmth without drying out. You use stones to retain the heat and line the area with old quilts for insulation.

Then, one evening, you notice one of the buds taking color. You, Daisy, and Roseluck gather around, watching in awe as the petals begin to start unfurling.

The days grow colder, and the plant seems to be in hibernation. There's not much progress. You start to lose hope, but Daisy and Roseluck encourage you to keep faith. You continue your routine of care, knowing that the plant needs your unwavering support.

Then, on the coldest day of winter, a few days prior to Hearth's Warming Eve, you wake to find the first bud unfurling. You call Daisy and Roseluck, your voices hushed with awe. Petal by petal, the flower blooms, revealing a dazzling array of colors—each petal a different shade, one gold, one green, and one burgundy.

As you marvel at its beauty, a gentle scent fills the air. You notice something extraordinary—the petals begin to emit a soft, warm light, as if they are imbued with the essence of the sun, the earth, and the tender care you all provided. The light creates a mesmerizing dance of colors on the walls, filling the room with a sense of warmth and enchantment.

You, Daisy, and Roseluck sit around the blooming flower, basking in its radiant glow. Each of you takes turns suggesting names, laughing and giggling as you try to find the perfect one. Daisy proposes "Radiant Bloom,". Roseluck offers "Lumina Petal,".

But it isn't until you look at the plant, with its rainbow petals and the gentle, magical light, that the perfect name comes to you.

"What about 'Trinity'?"