You were always a timid mare. Not like Fluttershy of course, but you did resemble her in some ways. Quiet, listened to others more then talked, hid behind your mane when people were staring at you. You could also say that you were pretty anti-social around others like her, but it wasn’t because of being shy, it was because you were always afraid.

You lived in a small town called Ponyville. It was peaceful and always full of life each day. There always seemed to be some kind of event, planned or not, going on in the town. From the big things, such as the librarian’s dragon assistant growing big and attempting to claim everything for himself, to the smaller things, such as the Cutie Mark Crusaders attempting to get their cutie marks and bringing in the whole town in on their plans somehow.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders…

You thought to yourself of some of the adventures of theirs. You giggled to yourself remembering about the stories that were told of their great adventures. Of how each one seemed so fun, and yet sometimes dangerous at the same time. You did worry about the three little fillies from time to time.

After all…

“Mom? I’m home.”

One of them was your daughter.

The sound of the front door closing and the small intruder walked up to you.

She was your pride and joy. One of two ponies that you felt normal around, and safe with. You took a moment to look at her. Her purple mane, a lighter shade of purple that filled those beautiful eyes, the orange coat, and those wings.

Just like her father.

“Welcome back Scootaloo” you nuzzle against her cheek, it was how you usually welcomed her home after a day of crusading and out with her friends.

Scootaloo backed away from your nuzzling, embarrassed about it as always.

“Would you like some dinner? I made some daffodil sandwiches if you want any.” You questioned the filly, but your only reply was a tiny grumbling stomach that wanted to say yes itself.

Giggling, you grab the plate with a couple of sandwiches and place them in front of your daughter. Watching her take one and place it into her mouth. You smile as you watch her eat, you knew that she was always full of energy, and that usually came at the price of being hungry when she got home.

“So, did you have fun at school today?”

Taking one more bite before answering. “It was really fun. We got to draw who our role model was and stuff! Applebloom drew her sister and big brother! She wants to be just like them when she gets older. And Sweetie Belle drew her sister, still wanting to say how she wanted to be lady-like just like her as well!”

You give a small smile to her while listening; she always seemed to perk up when talking about her friends and their adventures.

“And what about you, what did you draw?” you asked, but you already knew the answer.

Scootaloo reached into her small school bag and pulled out a drawing. The drawing showed of a cyan pony with the rainbow mane and tail. It looked like she used glitter to color in the mane and tale, making it sparkle in the light.

“It looks amazing, Scootaloo. Is it that one Pegasus you keep talking about? Rainbow Dashie?”

“It’s Dash, mom” she spoke with annoyance in her voice.

You nodded at her, making a note in your mind once again that it was Dash and not Dashie. Of course, you would probably forget, again.

You always heard from Scootaloo about how awesome and cool Rainbow Dash was. All the stunts she pulled, the Sonic Rainboom, and apparently even a Sonic Rainbomb she once told you about when she watched from afar as Dash was breaking apart a barn.

Guess that is something you and your daughter had in common, you could watch things and people without being noticed when you didn’t want to be.

You listened to her talk for a few more minutes before noticing it was getting late. So you begin to nudge her to the bathroom. Starting a bath for her as she brushed her teeth, once the bathtub was filled, the small pony got in and began splashing around happily.

As she took her bath you pulled out one of the most fluffiest towels you could find. You knew how much she loved the fluffy ones, you had to agree with them being so soft and comfy. You always did like soft things, being from objects to the fluffiest creatures you found and rubbed against every once in awhile, which sometimes ended up with mistaking something pointy with something being fluffy, as the porcupine taught you that one time.

Once she was out of the bathtub and dried off, you tucked her into her bed. Her room contained many posters of the Wonderbolts and Raindbow Dashie.

Oops, I did it again, oh well. At least it was in my mind.

You leaned down and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. Watching her yawn as her sleepy eyes begin to close.

“Night sweetie, I love you.”

“Night, mom.”

You gently and quietly close the door. Walking down the hallway into your own room, you begin to enter your bed and snuggle up to a pillow. You always felt like you needed to hold something to feel safe when you slept, this made you wonder when the one you called your husband would come home. He was always away on business trips after all, but you knew when he got home you and Scootaloo would always be the first he greeted and hugged tightly.

Your mind goes into events of watching the two, your husband always showing some basics of how to fly. Watching her try her best to flap those tiny wings as hard as she could to only hover above the ground. You giggled at such happy memories. She seemed to so much enjoy being around her father and Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow Dash…

Letting out a small sigh of disappointment, you didn’t want her to know, but it did upset you a little that she didn’t see you as one of her role models. But you did understand why. Rainbow Dash was the complete opposite of you. Full of energy, the risk taker, and seemed amazing in every way.

After all...

She’s was an adventurous pegasus, while you were just a boring down to earth pony.