Bejeweled

A new day meant new experiences, and Agate was just to receive them along with her ivory friend by her side. The two unicorns were heading towards Octavia to proceed with the Agate's rapid course, in their own gentle pace, letting the fresh morning winds truly wake them up.

Though the smith's posture was far from perfect still, this day they planned to care about the other notable fault in her, the vocabulary... or rather, the lack of it. Of course, all but the smith herself knew about it.

"I just hope she won't try to teach me how to choose from five hundred forks like in that dumb movie." Agate laughed, recalling an old, childhood memory of hers. That was something completely pointless in her eyes.

Rarity's left eye twitched a bit from anger as she faked a chuckle back, for that is one of her favorites, but instead of going on a hour-long rant about how fascinating that film is she just eradicated the hatred with a deep exhale.

"There will be no need for that, dear, we're just going to add a few words to your dictionary." she giggled back. It was the day Agate went to Mayor Mare to ask about a housing agent (hopefully without forgetting it this time), as well as renting the nearby workshop for the night. Though why the smith would began her part of the dress that late at the time of day was a mystery to her. She had her trust in her friend still, no matter what wacky idea she came up with.

Rarity knocked gently, but the door was opened by somepony else than Octavia, a white unicorn with a jagged blue mane and purple eyes.

"Hello?" she whispered, which could already answer where is Octavia, but the ivory one asked for confirmation regardless.

"Morning Vinyl! We're looking for Octavia." she replied with similar volume, but not in whispers. Rarity knew her, though not as much as the other mare, but Vinyl was a nice girl. In fact, the bond between the two musicians had surprising similarities of the one between Rarity and Agate.

"She's still asleep." the unicorn replied "She burnt herself out yesterday." she added. By that, she meant practiced too much for some reason. Vinyl often used the slang whether she noticed it or not, but that was not much of a bother to anypony.

"Wait, I know you! You're DJ Pon-3!" Agate told the white mare, for her mild surprise. "I've got one of your megamixes on tape." she whispered in excitement, allowing a tiny, squeaky noise to leave her mouth.

"Cool!" the DJ replied in the same manner "Which one?" she asked. She had many of those little cassettes, each one mixing different genres, that was the way she became wide-spread and famous. From electronic music in the clubs to fancy ambient in fashion shows, this mare could put the songs one after another like nopony else.

"The Disco/Prance House Mix."

"That is my favorite too."

Suddenly, an adorable yawn interrupted their conversation from behind.

"Vinyl, why didn't you wake me up, you know Rar-" however it fell into silence soon as Octavia noticed that Rarity was already here. Her mane was a total mess, her eyes filled with wrinkles shot open from shock. She had to act fast, but it was already late for her.

She only said a tiny sentence before leaving "One minute."

A gentle smile formed on Rarity's face, signing the earth pony to go ahead. She knew well appearance was important and that mistakes like this could happen, it was not something to make a big fuss about. Just let go and not talk about it. Sadly, it was easier said than done. Tavia hurried to the bathroom to get herself ready as soon as she could, her gallops echoing through the building. Meanwhile, Agate and Vinyl returned to their discussion.

"You know, I planned to make some noise for tonight in the workshop outside town." she explained "I can't work without some music so I thought we might throw a party down there." Agate always worked with music, it made her move and kept her calm, making the hard work truly enjoyable.

"If you want a party, you might want to see Pinkie Pie, that girl knows how to make the best of that stuff." Vinyl advised, as a sound of a door opening was heard from afar.

"Pinkie Pie?" Agate asked back. The name was pretty catchy, but not something all that party-related. More like... food-related.

"Yeah, her name pretty much speaks for itself." Vinyl explained to the confused unicorn "She is pink and curvy all over, hard to miss her."

The two kept conversing to kill time, and Rarity listened. What she heard, however was not something she was keen on, especially because she always worked within silence, and she just couldn't really imagine working in the middle of a party. It seemed very fishy, but again, Agate already proved her point a few couple ago.

The door behind opened then closed once more.

"Alright, I'm back." Octavia shouted as she stepped out, neat and tidy. She was quite quick.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you to work." Vinyl stepped aside not to bother them anymore, after all, her roommate already told her everything about what they were up to. She made one hoof-pump with Agate and waved to Rarity before heading back upstairs.

Octavia still kept setting her mane as she approached them. "I'm so sorry, I practiced all night and I overslept."

"Oh it's all fine, my dear, it isn't the end of the world." Rarity, replied with a petty swing of her hoof to get over this topic. "Shall we get started?"

"Absolutely." Octavia replied, turning over to the other unicorn "Agate? Are you prepared to learn how to talk like a lady."

"I'm ready for anything." she responded in a determined yet wicked, low pitched voice. The two smiled at her, knowing that if she puts herself to it, she can succeed. Tavia signed to follow her over to the sofa where they began.

"The first rule is very simple. Hopefully Rarity didn't need to teach you the hard way." Octavia told the smith as she sat down on the far right end of the furniture.

"Why, what's the hard way?" Agate asked, taking her place next to her, thus sitting between the two ladies. Even though the sofa was big, Agate did not let her body lose itself and sit straight instead of leaning around or something.

"The Soap." they replied in the exact same time, which kind of surprised all of them, but not enough to make a clear sign of it. From that point Agate could guess what it was, but she chose to remain quiet and let them tell it.

"First rule is: No swearing!" Rarity pointed out, as she made herself comfortable. She laid down on her belly, using her hooves as pillows like a model, for the remaining part of the sofa was quite large.

"The second rule is not to be vague." The bassist explained "Try to use longer and more descriptive sentences." she added, gently whirling her hooves around once as a gesture.

Agate nodded for she understood it all, however what she said afterwards seemed quite contradicting.

"So to explain stuff."

"In your words, yes, but keep in mind we don't need those now." Rarity explained as she took her curly mane out of her field of view with the hoof she didn't use as a pillow at that "Mind if I give us a demonstration, Tavia?" she asked over to her other friend.

"That'd be most pleasant, Rarity." chuckled back Octavia as she got where her friend was going with it.

The two let out a tiny giggle before Rarity switched back her attention to the unicorn "Alright, it's your turn Aggy."

"Wait, what about the demonstration?" she asked in confusion. Of course, the two called it happening already in themselves, but it still was hilarious regardless.

"This was the demonstration, dear. Try to copy how we were talking." Rarity smiled back as she sat up, showing some genuine interest in what her friend was to come up with.

"I see." Agate replied with playful joy, as she went silent to gather her thoughts for a few seconds.

"Is this the... correct way of speaking?" she asked. Her words seemed off and the sentence was quite outlandish but it was a good start.

"Quite good for first." Rarity giggled in herself as she wrapped her closer hoof around the neck of her friend "It may sound weird at first but you'll get used to it with time."

Agate nodded, she had her faith in the unicorn, and while she still didn't like her as much as others, she also trust Octavia as well.

"Now let's try to take out that nasty 'stuff' of your habits, alright, darling?" Rarity winked, patting the mustard coated's back. For some reason, that magical word always had a positive effect on Agate. She didn't know for what reason, in fact, nopony did, but as long as it worked she could care less.

"Okay." she replied with a gentle nod. She looked so unloyal to that word in a sudden, as if Rarity would have seduced her from her signature word. Considering her charm, it might just as well happened.

Hours passed with the three of them practicing and roleplaying different situations. Both Octavia and Rarity were going easy on the newcomer, and while Agate did show progress she still left out huge spaces whenever she stopped to think of a fitting word that was not "stuff". After a good time of talking, the grandfather clock signed the twelve 'o clock, which they decided on finishing this session.

Octavia patiently waited till the device finished its words before turning towards her friends.

"Well, it seems our time is up." she noted, still carrying on the fancy speaking regardless.

Agate looked at Rarity, who just kept waiting with a smug grin and warm look back at her, signing it is the smith's turn. Rarity was proud of her friend, Agate did not fight against them, making the entire process a whole lot easier.

"Yes, unfortunately. It was very... it was a pleasure." Agate replied, but when Rarity poked her side a bit with a little coughing she knew she forgot something.

"Thank you very much." she added, making both of them nod in approval. She was far from perfect, but it was not a small journey.

"You've been doing quite fine, darling." Rarity complimented her progress. "I see that canterlotian blood of yours begins to surface." she added.

Agate turned from cheerful to sad in a whim.

"Yeah." she replied, as she turned her eyes away, standing up from the furniture. Rarity felt guilty, she might have triggered something inside that she should not have, reminding Agate where she belongs still. Those chains that were still there but forgotten during the great time she had here.

"Is something wrong?" Octavia asked, baffled from the sudden emotional change of the smith. Of course, she did not know her far as much as Rarity did.

"No, it's alright." Agate shook her head, changing her frown back to a smile. One that screamed lies towards the seamstress and the musician, who also stood up.

Octavia seen off the girls through the room, up until the door Rarity opened with a small burst of her magic that painted her smooth white horn with a light blue hue.

"Tomorrow, then?" she turned back to Octavia, who gave them a gentle nod before a small "Farewell." left her mouth.

"Au revoir!" Rarity said back, her words beautiful but completely meaningless towards the other unicorn, so much in fact she couldn't help but take a spicy note on it.

"Bless you!" Agate replied, much to the irritation of her friend, who couldn't help but groan behind her muzzle a little bit.

But she already knew her comeback.

"So, what was about that party you were planning so secretly with Vinyl?" she asked with a teasing tone, taking Agate by surprise.

"Oh, that?" she asked back in nervousity "I just, you know, can't work when there is no music and stuff going on so..." she explained, sweating, as the two was walking back home to get a bite to eat.

"So?" Rarity demanded more, just torturing the smith's nerves even further with her questions.

"So I thought we might make a little party for it. Go big or go home, you know the saying, hehe." she giggled even more frustrated that Rarity might explode like a bomb without a timer.

"Yet you didn't even invite your friend?" Rarity asked back, just pretending she didn't noticed the flawed logic behind the mare's plans. Agate also knew this, and it just frightened her even more.

"Oh... well, uh... we were a little busy this morning and I... but I was to invite you when we got home, I swear." the smith blabbered, running low on already see-through excuses.

Rarity eventually had enough of playing, she stopped right there, and with a huge sigh she let out from her mouth she put her right hoof on the neck on her friend.

"Aggy, you're one of my closest friend, I let you stay at us, I convinced Tavia to help us, I have all my faith in you about this matter." she explained, her voice taking a much darker turn to it "However, should you take advantage of this just to freely hang out in Ponyville without responsibilities..." she did not finish it, she couldn't, just a long silent stare and another sigh came. She had no clue what she would done with her, but maybe it was better this way. Maybe it was the best not wondering about this.

Agate kept staring right through the azure windows of her friend for long moments before she replied.

"No... no you aren't. You wouldn't be saying this if you were." she explained, her voice monotone and still, so alien from her, almost creepy. But before Rarity could respond to this fine observation, Agate grabbed her hoof that laid on her neck and took a hold of it with both her front limbs as if she was about to engage her.

"Rarity, I won't get any rest tonight until that plate is done for you, even if without music, I promise." she told the seamstress, her voice now much more determined, the fire in her eyes blazing with passion and belief. It was a sight that rekindled the flames of faith in the seamstress... temporarily. It reminded Rarity of something, a lesson she learned just a couple days ago, yet still, despite all the evidence, she simply was unable not to think of the worst case.

"Alright." Rarity replied as she took her hoof out of the grab of Agate, as the two continued her way home. It took them just a minute or two in the beautiful summer afternoon, and the unicorns already could feel the sensation of being home again.

"So, what'd you like to eat?" Rarity asked in a now more carefree melody as she sauntered over to the cupboard. Though she was not the best cook in the world, far from that, both of them knew that practice makes perfect. Besides, Rarity usually never made food so bad that it was inedible.

The clock's ticking was near inaudible in one of the local shops, its sound fading into the noise of the customers chatting inside. Whether it were compliments about the sweets baked there, or just the local everyday gossips, there was always something to talk about in here, and the Sugarcube Corner was one of the best places for that.

"Here you go, Junebug, a horseshoe cake for Shoeshine." a pink pony shouted in a high pitch as she laid a horseshoe-shaped treat covered in vanilla on the till, then packed it up in a box and wrapped it up at the speed of light.

"Thank you Pinkie, I'm sure she is going to love it." Junebug replied, as she took the pink ribbon of the yellow box and put it into her basket by the side. "You're so kind, doing all of these preparations for one pony."

"Because Shoeshine is my friend, just like everypony in town, and I always help celebrating the birthdays of my friends." Pinkie explained with glee, her voice as happy as always. This kind of reminded them that Pinkie actually did know everypony's birthday date, but how she could do that was something neither could explain.

"It's good to have you here Pinkie, I hope we can see you too in the workshop tonight." June responded, as she turned back to take her leave. Pinkie Pie had that gift of making one be able to feel happiness once again even in the most sever cases.

"I sure will." Pinkie shouted after her, as the two kept waving before the yellow pony walked through the saloon door, almost bumping into a mustard coated unicorn on the street. But eventually, after trying to get around one another in the same direction and a hearty laugh, they both could continue on their ways unscratched.

Agate was heading towards the Mayor's office, now that she put down her plans about the half-work-half-party, it was time to check up on that real estate agent already. Loud bangs of the clock tower were heard in a distance, it might have been half past two, or half to two. She couldn't tell from the sound alone, and the houses were covering the vision towards it.

The longer she trotted down the street the more things she recognized. This made her quite happy, actually, she had no idea she already got this familiar with Ponyville. Still, many faces were unknown here, but those could wait.

The town hall was bigger than other buildings, but even up close, it was average at best compared to the ones she got used to in Canterlot. A sudden breeze of homesickness touched her soul, but she was quick to rid herself of it before it could take hold.

She took a deep breath and stepped in. What she found inside, however, was not something she expected. Many, many curtains of different colors and images covered the windows, two circle shaped balcony was seen on the two sides, with a stage in the middle with two layers of large curtains, back in the end of the wooden building. The whole complex look like some sort of mini-theatre, just without seats. It sure didn't look like there was any office in here, though, that white pony with gigantic, thick, black glasses and the other, beige one with the collar might come just in handy for a bit of information.

She gathered up her thoughts before approaching them then cleared her throat before speaking up.

"Excuse me!" she said as she walked up to them "I'm looking for the mayor."

"I am the mayor, Mayor Mare." the beige one introduced herself, leaving her partner behind a little bit so they can shake hooves "We haven't met before, can I help you?"

Agate began to panic inside hearing this little piece of information, but she remained calm, thinking what Rarity'd do. After all, she expected the mayor to be here, and, well, there she was.

"I am looking for a... housing agent." she replied, though her answer fell a bit short for her, it did the job.

"Moving in, I see." Mayor Mare responded, a glint of joy appearing in her eyes "We do not have an actual real estate agent, but I am the one responsible for housing, please follow me to my office." she added, turning towards the other earth pony.

"Raven, could you get the archives for me, please?" she asked her. Raven was certainly an interesting name for her, one would expect somepony to be more darker and menacing with such name. She nodded and hurried towards the stage.

Mayor guided Agate behind the third, black and closed layer of curtains and through a door, where her office was found, a classic themed room with the same color as hers, with a big wooden table with two chairs, an old-looking pillow on each. On the left and right, tons of steel cabinets for the different folders, each labeled with a yellow note, Raven was looking inside one.

"Take a seat, please. Didn't think I quite caught your name before, what was it again?" Mayor Mare asked, as she took her place behind the desk and made herself comfortable.

Agate was overwhelmed by the fear that she messed it up, despite they didn't even talk more than a sentence, but she tried to keep calm regardless.

'Alright, alright, not a big deal, just a little mistake, so fix it!' she thought in panic, putting herself together and handling the situation like a professional.

"Agate, I'm sorry I forgot to... introduce myself properly." she apologized towards the mayor.

Raven put a yellow folder on the desk then let the two have their talk after Mayor Mare thanked her.

"Oh, no problem, really." Mayor responded, as she opened the document and looked at its contents Agate didn't make heads or tails out of.

"What sort of new property do you have in mind, Miss Agate?" she asked, as she allowed her eyes to land on the unicorn once again. She sounded so professional it made the smith feel a bit awkward.

"Oh, well, I didn't really... take that into... consideration, maybe something simple and quiet." she explained, scratching her chin while thinking "See, I'm to move from Canterlot to Ponyville hopefully, that's why I'm here to... inquire about how much... about the prices." she added, trying her best to be as formal as possible.

"The big city life wasn't your style, correct?" the mayor giggled as she took a peak into the papers in front of her. "Well, we do have a home in the eastern outskirt of town, a cozy little cot which have been on sale since not quite long." she described. Agate's cogs started grinding. Eastern, which meant the rising sun could wake her early. But since it was better than in the middle of Ponyville, she could put up with that. Still best was if she could check it out herself.

"Is there a... possibile way for me to see it myself before buying it?" she asked with a bit more confidence. Now that she saw the mayor not being that serious but actually rather loose, yet still formal, she felt quite relieved and less afraid of a possible mistake she might make.

"Naturally, there is. We can fill out a form and you are free to take a look around with Raven if you'd like to." the Mayor replied, much hope and enthusiasm reflecting in her eyes, as if she couldn't wait to sell the property. She reached for the drawer by her side where she stored all these papers required.

"That would be the best." Agate responded "Just one more question, how much does it cost?"

Mayor did not really expect this, and quickly put down the form back to the drawer to take a look back into the documents.

"Well, it is 4500 bits, but I'm sure a refined canterlotian like yourself can afford it." she complimented, trying to keep her hopes high about the topic, as the events seemed to take a wrong turn.

Agate turned white, the 5000 bit grand prize from the competition was to be halved between her and Rarity, and she was still short on money, even with her savings. The dream to move to Ponyville slipped out from her grasp in a flash.

"Would you like to fill that form, then?" Mayor asked for confirmation, as she noted Agate's reaction towards the last sentence. She knew not to take emotions as words, and awaited for a response, even if she most likely had to put up with not selling the property.

The smith nodded quietly, and waited until the beige one signed and sealed the contract, passing it to the unicorn who also signed it. Then the two repeated the process once again, so one of the form would stay at Agate, the other at Mayor Mare, who put it away in a different drawer of her table.

"Please follow Raven and she'll take you around." she stated, as she gave the unicorn the document, who rolled it up and put it away.

"Which property would it be?" Raven asked, her voice was kind and warm, even though her sentence seemed a bit too straightforward.

"The one at Hay Row 13." she explained, Raven nodded and signed Agate to follow her, leading the way. Though something seemed to worry her about it. Only the way out did Agate notice all the equipment behind the black curtain, cardboard trees and houses, as well as puppets and masks from the last play. It seemed this place did act as some sort of theatre after all.

Raven remained quiet the whole way onwards, even when it took several minutes. Apparently, she wasn't the talkative kind of pony. The two kept strolling down the streets with soft steps, bypassing many faces. It took them around ten minutes reaching the outskirts where the houses became more and more of a rare sight. Yet still, they just kept going on and on and on.

"Here we are." she spoke up once they reached the building. A small, lonely house by the grassy road that only had a couple bushes around it, as well as a huge apple orchard facing towards it in a distance. Unlike other houses in Ponyille, however, this had only one floor, and was about twice as much longer than the average flat, though its style remained the same.

Raven took out the key and put them in its place, but hesitated to turn it a little bit, as if she was scared to go inside. Regardless, the ponies entered, and the white one let the customer take a look around while she patiently decided to wait her up by the door.

Wooden floor and walls of off-white welcomed them. There were no furniture, only a hall filled with cobwebs and dust in its corners. Though some things like the basins stayed, indicating where the old kitchen and bathroom might have been.

There were so many possibilities in a house like this, and Agate could already image where the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom and the workshop would go. Though the living room probably had to be sacrificed for the smith's store, there was plenty of time to think about it.

After she looked around, she returned to her fellow. Yes, this house would do.

"How is it?" Raven asked up and straight as expected.

"Quite good, actually, I like its simplicity. I need some more time to think about it, though, if that isn't problem." Agate replied.

"Not at all, please, take your time." the secretary responded, as they left the abandoned cottage and she closed and locked the door.

"So, was that all?" Agate asked in confusion, not knowing what's next.

"Yes, we're done here, I'll take back the keys to the Mayor, you can follow me if you wish but it is not necessary it all." Raven explained leading the way back to town. Suddenly she became much more outgoing now that this was over, was she silent because of the house? The smith had no idea.

"Well, I do have a few more things to do, so I guess I'll just stick to the 'Goodbye.'" the unicorn responded as the two walked back the road they came from.

"Farewell." Raven replied, as the two split ways at the first crossroads nearby.

There was just one thing left on her list, asking the local horseshoe maker, Shoeshine to lend her her workshop for a little bit. If she got the permission, all she needed to do was to get all the stuff there from the boutique.

Her home wasn't far away, to tell the truth, which made the house she just visited even better of a place. A neighbor of almost the same specialty might come really handy, even if by "neighbor" she meant the closest house in two minutes of striding.

There it was, the gigantic horseshoe was hard to miss, it was a tall building just by the river that was running next to the town, however, it was located on the outer side unlike the other houses.

As Agate approached it, she began revising the map she made in her head. The boutique was on the western part of town, the apple farm was South, on the hill, the town hall obviously in the middle, by the river, and east from there, going along the river was Shoeshine's from where she only needed to turn once to the left and go east to get to her future home. That was quite a distance from Rarity, actually, but considering that the whole town could be stepped through in fifteen or twenty minutes, it didn't bother her all too much.

Noises of ponies came from inside, she must have had a lot of customers. She knocked on the door. Silence.... It took a few moments until a pink pony filled with curls opened it at a snail's pace.

"Hello?" Agate asked, completely baffled about what is happening.

"Quick! Get in before she notices us." the mare grabbed her hoof, dragging her in with a swift move.

Agate's confusion quickly disappeared soon as she was inside. Party balloons and an enormous rag saying "Happy Birthday!" was welcoming her, along with lots of quiet ponies hiding. Everything was clear now, and not to ruin it, she decided to go along with the surprise, following the pink pony behind the sofa.

Minutes seemed to pass until the door opened once more, as everypony popped out of her place, yelling "Surprise!". Only then Agate noticed the azure and white pony, who just dropped a bag from her mouth by the shock. Her cutie mark was two intersecting horseshoes, she must have been Shoeshine.

As she just stood there, the singing began.

"Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday dear Shoeshine!

Happy birthday to you!"

This was already enough to move her soul, as she began wiping her tears while the ponies charged at her, each of them giving a warm hug. Agate didn't really hurry, however, she let the mint green, the beige, the pink and the dark purple one in front of her, each of them conversing a tiny before they shared two pecks of the cheek with Shoeshine.

Then, when it was Agate's turn, the skyblue pony grew a bit uncomfortable. She never seen her before, and her eyes already asked the obvious question: "Do I know you?"

"Shoeshine?" Agate raised her hoof, the two shaking it "We need to talk a bit, if that's okay."

"Sure?" she replied, utterly confused about this whole situation.

"I'll let you just finish it with the others first." Agate replied, standing out of the way and let the other smith finish what has been started.

Though this whole thing seemed extremely unfortunate for her, Agate knew there might be that chance to get two flies in on hit, so she stayed to try her luck. She had to, she made Rarity a promise, and the seamstress had her trust in her, something she worked ever so hard for.

After being done, Shoeshine turned back to Agate, her voice echoing from curiosity and a bit of frustration.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I'm Agate, a smith from Canterlot who moved here for a while, and I'd like to ask if I could... rent your workshop for a little until I get an order done." Agate explained, trying to be as formal as she could. "I have most of the tools and materials, so it's pretty much just the anvil and furnace, really."

"You mean, right now?" Shoeshine replied in surprise.

"Well, I thought so, though I didn't think you'd have a birthday today."

"Sure, I guess. I won't use it today anyway." the azure one answered as she gazed over to a door that most likely lead there. "But are you sure you can work with all this noise and music?" she asked.

"Oh that won't be a problem, I always listen to music while working." Agate giggled. "If you don't mind, I'll run home and get all the stuff. Will be back in about fifteen minutes." she responded with a jovial expression"Thank you very much."

"You're welcome."

And like that, she ran away. Though she certainly was strange, there was something in Agate that Shoeshine liked, maybe her loose personality or that they share a job, she could not put a hoof on in.

Even though Rarity was not home, she didn't lock the door so Agate could grab everything she needed and headed back to the party, where Shoeshine already expected her and pointed her over to the workshop. It was smaller than what she was used to, but it got the job done and that was all that mattered.

Meanwhile, an ivory unicorn was taking her stroll though the park. Her mind was bugging her again about Agate, and how much she can trust her, but every time she wanted to hush away these irritating thoughts, they just became even more intense, until to the point where she needed to go outside for some fresh air.

Yet despite the wonderful fragrance of daisies and dandelions, the thought did not give in. It stick to her mind and did not let it go. Evidently, the seamstress sighed up and surrendered to her curiosity. It was time to check on Agate.

The closer she was to Shoeshine's home to faster her pacing became even though she did not notice it. She must had proof, she needed to be sure that her friend is not slacking around, otherwise the thought would have driven her insane. There it was, the house, slowly getting closer and closer, yet, as soon as Rarity heard the beats of the bass coming from there she began to run. She ran, faster and faster, the fear overwhelming her mind. It couldn't be. There had to be something behind it, something different.

She knocked on the door as if she'd want to punch through it, resulting in a beige coated mare with blue in pink curls opening it.

"Yes? Good evening." she greeted her, a bit baffled but still confident.

"Good evening, Sweetie. I'm looking for a mare, unicorn, has a coat of mustard and purple mane just like Heartstrings'." Rarity blabbered, as if her friend would have gone missing.

"The new girl? She's been in the forge for quite a while, I don't know what she is doing but it's loud." Sweetie Drops replied, pointing towards the door on her left she saw the mare in question settling in with huge sheets of metal and various tools a while ago.

Rarity forgot to thank her, for she hurried so much, yet when her hoof laid down on the knob, she turned it ever so slowly, opening the door just enough to have a peek inside.

There was her, levitating two hammers she smashed down at something metallic that couldn't be seen, but instead, heard by the unicorn. Her head gently banging up and down, as the hammers struck down by the rhythm of the song that blasted through the building. Her eyes are still that passionate and adventurous as it was in the morning, as she kept smiling. She didn't notice her friend, her attention was glued to the thing she was working on. Behind her, though on the ground layed several finished pieces, only waiting for them to be put together, though it was unclear which part was supposed to go where from this angle.

Nevertheless, this was more than enough for Rarity as an evidence. Her mind found peace once again, a rare occasion indeed, but even better, she felt the faith in her friend skyrocketing, seemingly being impossible for it to stop on its own. Rarity felt unstoppable, she knew no matter what the following days have up in their sleeves, together they'll be able to overcome it, sooner or later.

She closed the door with as much care as she opened it, a relieved smile showing itself on her face that eventually turned into a little giggle when she thought about staying for the party, just to surprise Agate a little bit.

Though it was best if she had a little chat with Shoeshine about it, so she slowly and elegantly turned around, searching for the said pony.