“Oh?” Sparkler gasped. “Am I… am I interrupting something?”

Sparkler, a unicorn with a purple coat and a mane with alternating streaks of dark blue and pink, looked up at the ceiling of City Hall, where a fashionista and a dragon were currently wrapped up in spectral colored ribbons underneath the chandelier.

Both of the victims of the wrapping were blushing as Rarity called down, “NO! No; just, get us down with one of the bigger scissors we were using, over there!”

Sparkler wasted no time in grabbing the scissors with her magic and taking a few test snips before reaching up to where the duo were tangled.

“Wait wait wait NOOO-“ Spike tried to warn Sparkler about snipping right away, but she already snipped the top part of the ribbon that held up the duo, and they tumbled down to the floor.

Both Rarity and Spike yelped as they hit the ground. Rolls of the ribbon rolled off of them as they struggled to stand up. When they finally did, Rarity still had her leg strapped up, while Spike couldn’t move his wings.

“What… happened?” Sparkler tentatively asked. She really hoped she didn’t see the rumors about Rarity and Spike coming true right before her eyes.

“Oh, it was, um, a workplace accident!” Rarity nervously chuckled. “Yes, an accident, and not the reaction of when somepony was scared by a cruel joke and sent various rolls of ribbon all around themselves and tightened the ribbons so that she couldn’t use her horn or her assistant’s claws to get them out!”

Sparkler stared at the duo, nothing passing her mind except just having complete focus on Rarity and Spike, with the latter suddenly massaging his side and hissing in pain at some unknown punch to his body.

“Was there anything you needed, Sparkler dearie?” Rarity asked, pulling Sparkler out of her staring. She looked down to the clipboard she had dropped when she had picked up the scissors.

“Oh, uh, yeah; there’s supposed to be a mare coming from Canterlot to check in on the Summer Sun Celebration’s preparations for the princess. Are you all done here, or should I just try to stall her before she sees how unprepared we actually are?”

Rarity’s eye twitched. “Well we should be done in just a few more moments, but what do you mean ‘how unprepared we are’?”

“The clouds aren’t cleared yet, Fluttershy is still having to work her birds back into singing in a choir, Applejack is busy with a random family reunion and hasn’t set up the nourishments for the celebration, and Pinkie is… not being Pinkie surprisingly. She’s trying to set up a party for the Canterlot mare instead of helping us setup for the celebration.”

“Clouds look cleared to me,” Spike interrupted. He looked outside one of the windows in Town Hall to see the sky completely devoid of the clouds that were plaguing the sky only a minute ago.

“What?! But, but, but that’s…” Sparkler was at a loss for words. She was sure that the clouds were dotting the sky right before she came in.

“Heh, I guess Rainbow saw the mare and wanted to impress her. I’d say she took out the clouds in ten seconds flat!” Spike spoke with a little bit of pride for his sister’s speed.

“Ugh, whatever, I’m gonna go check on Bon Bon and her new friend to see what her shop is planning for the celebration. You two keep working, I guess,” Sparkler groaned. She left Town Hall with an apathetic frown, Rarity and Spike blinking at her dismissive behavior.

“I swear, that mare is the best we have for organizing events in this town, and yet she acts as if she should be doing things other than the job she signed up for. There’s no wonder we’re always unprepared for events,” Rarity huffed.

“I agree with ya on that one. Also, did you have to hit me that hard?” Spike whined.

“Hmph!” Rarity turned away from the dragon. “Serves you right for scaring me half to death and making us get tangled up with these ribbons.”

“… I mean, it can’t look that bad, can it?” the duo heard a high pitched squeaky voice ask. They turned to the door to see another purple unicorn, with a strange floating object right next to her.

“AIEEEEEEEE!” Rarity screamed at the sight of the unicorn’s hair. It looked like it got soaking wet and then blow dried by a tornado that didn’t like fashion.

“Okay, it is that bad,” the voice from before spoke again. Spike squinted his eyes at the floating orb near the unicorn, as he was mostly certain the voice came from that object itself.

“Oh no! Oh no no no no this won’t do!” Rarity quickly trotted over to the lavender unicorn and picked her up with her magic. “Darling, I’m afraid I cannot let this attack to fashion stand. We need to fix your mane this instant!”

“Aw c’mon,” Spike whined, finally free of the ribbons on his body. He was about to complain that they really needed to get back to work, if Sparkler was any indication about how far they were in preparations.The words quickly died on his lips as he saw the looks of fear from the unicorn.

“Dra…dra…” the mare tried to speak in her shock, but her lungs failed. The object flew up in front of her.

“Dragon! Don’t worry, Twi, I got this bastard!” the object yelled. It quickly lit up two tiny orbs around it, before sending two beams of energy at Spike.

“Wat,” was all Spike could say before the beams hit him, sending him flying across Town Hall and landing hard on the side of the wall.

“Hey, I said I’m sorry!” The object flew up close to Spike’s eyes, making him have to cross eye in order to see it.

Up close, he could see what the object was. It looked like a sort of pony fairy, with long antennae and butterfly-like wings. If he could remember correctly, the fairy thing was called a Breezie, but what one was doing with a unicorn from Canterlot instead of going on its migration route was beyond him.

He puffed fumes of smoke through his nostrils at the breezie, making it cough while it flew away. “Geez, no need to be a bitch about it…”

“Fenella, no! What did we say about language?” the unicorn chided. She was busy having her mane braided and combed by Rarity, who kept fussing over every single movement she made.

“Well, he’s being a bitch! The fook am I supposed to say when he won’t accept my apology for smashing him into a wall because I thought he was dangerous!?”

“I accept your apology,” Spike muttered, still trying to work out a few aches from his side.

“See, there we go. Was that so bad, tough guy?” the breezie cooed, flying close to the dragon’s eyes again. She was met with a snap of Spike’s jaws, barely dodging his sharp teeth as they resonated in the room with a sharp “SHING”.

“Whoa! Lady, put your pet on a fooking leash, huh?” the breezie asked in anger.

“Spike, behave yourself,” Rarity casually said, not bothering to look behind her as she worked on the other unicorn’s mane.

“Fen, please. Don’t embarrass me right now…” the mare sighed.

“There we are! What is your name, sweetie?” Rarity asked, turning behind her to look through a drawer for a mirror.

“Twilight Sparkle, ma’am, and we were just coming through the town to see how the preparations were going for the Summer Sun Celebration,” the mare said.

“Well, Twilight Sparkle, what do you think of this?” Rarity held up a mirror to Twilight’s face with her magic, being careful not to accidentally smack her with it.

It's happened before, and no, she doesn't want to talk about it.

“This… is exactly what my mane was before it got messed up by Rainbow,” Twilight deadpanned, her bangs flopping down with her head as she glared at Rarity.

“Oh… well, um, you have a nice natural style, I must say…” Rarity chuckled nervously.

“Wait, Rainbow? As in Rainbow Dash?” Spike spoke up. He ignored Fen flying around his head for the moment.

“Yes, her. Do you know her?” Twilight, for the first time since the attack, finally got a good look at the dragon. She had never seen a dragon like him in any creature anatomy books she had read, but she knew there were some dragons that were living among ponies in Equestria, a certain scholarly writer in Cloudsdale being one she wanted to meet someday. If she didn’t have… that legend currently her #1 priority on her mind, she would totally want to stay and study this dragon closely.

“Yeah I know her. She’s my sister,” Spike explained.

“Your sister?” both Twilight and Fen exclaimed, recoiling in shock.

“Uh, yeah. My sister. Our parents are up in Cloudsdale, but we decided to move here a couple months back.”

“Wait, what are your parents?” Fen asked, stopping in mid-air a little away from Spike’s chest.

“What do you mean? They’re the Rainbow family, a noble family of pegasi that can trace their lineage back to Commander Hurricane.”

“Pegasi parents?...” Fen muttered, before flying up close to the side of Spike’s head, where his ear fins were. “Dude, I don’t want to alarm you, but I think you might be adopted.”

Spike stared at the breezie, not knowing what exactly to say to her ‘revelation’. “Um, thanks? It, uh, doesn’t take a genius to realize that, you know.”

“Hey dude, whatever helps you cope with knowing that you’re adopted.”

Spike simply kept staring at the breezie, words forming and dying in his mind on what to say to her.

“Fen, please!” Twilight stood up from the chair where Rarity was combing her hair before. “I’m sorry, miss, Spike, but we really need to go and finish up our checklist for the preparations. We’ll leave you two alone, heh heh…”

With a slight blush, and an angry glare at Fenella, the two exited out of the Carousel Boutique.

“Well… that was something,” Spike simply stated. “Uh, what time is it exactly?”

“Oh dear,” Rarity glanced at a nearby clock. “I need to pick Sweetie up from school soon. Would you be so kind and finish up the remaining decorations over at the town hall?” The duo walked towards the exit of the boutique.

“Of course! Tell Sweetie Belle I said hi. I’m gonna go find Rainbow after Town Hall, and ask what exactly she did to Twilight to mess her hair up like that.”

“And tell her to stop doing it?”

“No, to teach me how.”

Rarity, even though she feared for the poor soul that might be maimed fashion-wise, still chuckled at the childish yet fun dragon that she had grown accustomed to over the last few months of working together. “Well, it is getting late. Till tonight, Rainbow Spike?”

“Till tonight, Rarity,” Spike nodded, smiling as she turned away and started trotting down the road towards the Ponyville schoolhouse.

Spike, not wanting to waste any time, quickly took to the air, flying back towards Town Hall. In his mind, he wondered what a Summer Sun Celebration in a small town such as Ponyville would be like. He imagined the princess standing on the stage of the hall he was about to decorate, raising the sun behind her as everypony cheered, including him, his sister, and Rarity.

He even imagined what it would look like if he and Rarity kissed as the sun rose.

Author's Notes:

Yay quick updates!

Happy Thanksgiving!