9:05 AM

You shrug and waddle off to complete the first real chore on the list: tidying the bedrooms. You start with yours and feel proud when you finish the entire thing in ten minutes, mentally patting yourself on the back for not letting it get too messy.

After giving your own room one more once over with the duster you smile once again and make your way over to Twilight's room.

Instantly your happy mood is banished as you take in the horror mess that is Twilight's bedroom. For a pony that pride's herself in staying organized it really is a mystery how her personal chambers can get so cluttered now that you have your own rooms.

Towers of Twilight's favorite books are strung across the floor and sloppily shoved into bookshelves. The bed is a complete disaster area with a couple empty dishes stacked on it and a few pillows suspiciously missing.

And then there are the feathers.

They're everywhere, from the bed to the floor to peeking out of drawers. Bright purple feathers litter the place and create a carpet of down that makes you grimace as you step on.

You retreat out of Twilight's room only to return a minute later with a dustpan and broom clutched firmly in your claws. With one last sigh, you set to work sweeping all the feathers from the floor.

***

Twenty minutes later you manage to gather all the feathers into two large piles, each one about to topple over at the slightest breeze. You swing open the window and turn to the first pile, take a big gulp of air, and blow a stream of fire at the feathers, almost instantly turning the flammable material into a giant puff of smoke that floats lazily out the window.

You turn to the other pile and take another breath, but the fire gets caught in your throat as a sudden noise penetrates the silence you had been enjoying.

"What they hay is--ack!" Then coughing sputtering, and a loud thump that shook the room. You instantly rush over to the window, waving a claw about to clear the smoke as you do. You arrive to find a rainbow maned Pegasus slumped over the window seal.

"Rainbow Dash?" You ask in concern, poking the dazed pony, "Rainbow are you okay?"

Rainbow blinks rapidly and shakes her head. "Ugh, I feel like I just flew through a lightning storm. What's going on in here to cause so much smoke?"

“Sorry,” you apologize, “I was just cleaning Twilight’s loose feathers with my fire. I didn’t think anyone would get caught in the smoke.”

Rainbow shakes her head once more, sneezes, and peers further into the room towards the second pile of feathers. “Oh wow,” she says, “All those came from Twilight?”

You nod. “And that’s only half of it. The other half’s in your lungs.”

Rainbow surveys the rest of the room with a frown. “Do you have to clean up this whole place by yourself?”

“Yeah, I slept in so Twilight’s kind of upset at me. But she’s busy with some princess stuff so I don’t really mind.”

Rainbow’s gaze flicks from the pile of feathers to the rest of the room. “Do you need any help?”

You blink at her. “You want to help me with my chores?”

She nods and pulls herself the rest of the way through the window. “Yeah, if I help you finish this then we can go bug Twilight about working on her preening. Sides, I finished up my training so I'm free for the day. What do ya say? Want some help from the coolest Pegasus this side of Cloudsdale?”

Yes

No