Eight Months Later…

Apple Bloom closed the door behind her as she crept down the hall. She looked down to the small paper in her hooves, uncertain if she was ready to do this.

Miss Cheerilee had helped her with it, and had even encouraged her. “Better late than never,” Miss Cheerilee had said, with a knowing smile. “I know she will appreciate it.”

She hadn’t been able to say it out loud yet… maybe she never would… but that didn’t mean she couldn’t find some other way to tell Applejack.

Apple Bloom quietly opened the door to Applejack’s room, and crept in.

“Mornin’ Bloom,” Applejack chuckled from her bed. “Ya ain’t as quiet as ya think.”

“Oh… sorry,” Apple Bloom apologised.

“Ain’t no problem, Ah was about t’ get up anyway.” Applejack patted the spot on her bed next to her. “What’s up, Sugar Plum?”

Without a word, Apple Bloom gave her the small piece of paper.