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Lilies of the Field

by Cynewulf

Chapter 1: For I Tell You the Truth:

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The Lilies of the Field

Edited by the most ponylegged and industrious of editors, RazedRainbow




She’d always been impressed with Rainbow, really. She’d not always approved of Rainbow’s rash behavior, but she’d always found her friend’s brave and free spirit deeply fascinating. Rarity would never say so—it was hard to say so without seeming too forward, and a Lady avoided being too forward—but it was still true. It also helped that she’d always thought Rainbow was rather... attractive.

“I really am thankful for this, Rainbow Dash. You have no idea how fortunate it is that you wandered by!” Rarity almost sang the words. What had begun as a stressful project had turned into a perfect opportunity.

Rainbow shrugged. “I didn’t have anything to do today. Besides, this is for the Hegemon of Cloudsdale! Gotta stay true to home, y’know?”

Rainbow stood in the center of Rarity’s spacious studio on a short, wide pedestal. Around her, the designer had set mirrors so that while working from one angle she could keep the rest of the dress uniform in sight. As Rarity worked, she hummed softly. She reached out with her magic, finding materials and tools from the chaotic mess around her with ease.

Rarity marveled at how her friend had managed to be still for so long; this was hardly the kind of behavior she expected from her colorful friend. Rainbow’s compliance had been such a pick-me-up after her rather unpleasant encounter with the client who had commissioned this particular piece.

Rarity looked up and saw the glazed over look in Rainbow’s eyes and chuckled. “Please, dear, it’s perfectly fine to talk. I know you must be beyond bored, standing still like this.”

“Well… I ain’t gonna lie. I mean, this isn’t what I usually do for fun. It’s been kind of a long day.”

“Oh? Tell me about it... if you’d like. You must have been working hard on your flying, per usual. It’s been far too long since I watched you work on your stunts. I’ve just been shut up in here working on so many orders recently.”

Rainbow grinned wide. “I’m not really old enough to go in for the Trials, you know? Like, to get in the Wonderbolts, you have to go through a set of tests and races and stuff. It’s like a solid week of that kind of thing and it’s really intense.”

“But you have some time to work until you’re strong enough for it, right?”

“Oh yeah! I’ve got two years before I can try, and that’s plenty of time. I mean, think of all the Equestria-saving I’ll be doing, Rares. No way I’m not gonna be ready for a bunch of trials or whatever.”

Rarity continued smiling and thought about how nervous Rainbow had been before the Best Young Flyer competition. Rarity understood covering up anxiety with the mask of bravado—sometimes a Lady needed to keep her worry to herself.

“You will be marvelous, Rainbow. I have watched you fly before, after all, so I would know! Any new tricks, then?”

“Nah! Right now, I’m working on perfecting the ones I’ve got.” Rainbow was really warming up to her subject, and Rarity enjoyed the gleam of passion in her eyes. She looks cute when she’s excited.

She chuckled at herself. Oh Rarity, you remember your rule: no going after friends. Besides, you know for a fact that she’s quite definitely not playing for your team.

There was no rule about admiring them, however, and Rarity did so as she worked. Rainbow really was a beautiful pegasus. Her legs were shapely, fine, toned by work and dedication. As she considered how the uniform fit around Dash’s wings, she paused to admire. Wings were so interesting, so beautiful. She’d always secretly wanted them herself.

“How does it feel around your wings, Rainbow? It appears rather… snug, if I do say so myself.”

“Eh, it’s not terrible. I wouldn’t wanna fly in this yet, though. It’s gonna chafe, see? Step back a sec.”

Rarity obeyed wordlessly and watched as Rainbow Dash unfurled her wings. She was struck again at the majesty of the action—especially when Rainbow did it. It was an exciting moment, because it usually meant a chance to watch her take to the skies.

But enough of my wing envy. “I begin to see, I think.”

The material was tight around the base of Rainbow’s wings, not quite digging into her sides, but almost. With a sigh, she looked around for her measuring tape and did her best to collect her thoughts. Rainbow wasn’t exactly the same shape and size as the Commander who’d so carelessly commissioned her, but she was surprisingly similar. Both pegasi had that athletic build that she enjoyed working with so much, and Rainbow was only an inch shorter.

The changes would have to be made carefully, but they’d be small. She measured the base of Rainbow’s wings and compared it to the measurements she had taken of the client, and returned to humming again. Yes, this shan’t be hard. Progress, Rarity, sweet progress! She giggled to herself. We shall be done quite before the deadline.

“Rainbow, while I have you captive, I must ask: how are you and Thunderlane these days? The last time I managed to keep you still long enough to enjoy some tea you were singing paeans to his name.”

The silence that greeted her question gave her pause; she looked up to find Rainbow staring down at the ground.

She forgot her work for a moment. Quietly, she let the measuring tape rest over her neck and slowly walked around to stand in front of her friend. “Rainbow, dear? Did… Did I say something wrong? It’s not like you to…” She groped for words, cursing her own foolishness. I pride myself on my articulation, but when I need my words to serve me in my times of need…

“Well… we kind of broke up a few days ago. A week. I mean, I don’t—I’m not sure how to really talk about it.”

“You don’t need to if you don’t wish to. I don’t mean to press the matter, Rainbow.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I mean, seriously, who else would be better than you to talk to about it?” She smirked, and it warmed Rarity’s heart to see it. “I’m just not sure how to. Does that make sense?”

“Of course. Words are not infallible, darling. Would you like to take a break? I’ll need to do some work on the uniform anyhow, so go on and hop down.”

Rainbow, looking embarrassed, wiggled out of her fine hoofwork and she caught the dress uniform in the hold of her magic. She found a ponniequin that was bare and carefully placed the work in progress on it.

“Would you like some tea?”

“Uh… yeah, sure. That’d be alright, I guess.”

Rarity led her to the small study she kept in the back of the studio and then went back to the kitchen. She selected two tea bags and heated up a pitcher of water with her magic.

Fixing tea not only would help them relax; it also gave Rarity some time to gather her thoughts and plan her attack. Attack. I’m turning into Rainbow, with this pegasus language.

Thunderlane and Rainbow had broken up. She was fairly sure that it was Rainbow who had broken off their arrangement, or it was mutual. Elsewise, she suspected Rainbow would be a bit more resentful and a bit less confused. But why? I remember the last time Rainbow and I went out, just the two of us girls. She was talking about how fun that stallion was and how much she enjoyed his presence. It was a rather startling development.

One that she had not been aware of; that part of it was a little galling. Rarity prided herself on knowing the news around town. News, not gossip; a Lady did not indulge in such vulgarities as gossiping.

When she returned to Rainbow a short time later, the pegasus was lounging in one of Rarity’s comfortable chairs. Rarity floated her cup over to her and Rainbow plucked it out of midair.

Rarity let her friend begin without prompting. She simply waited with an inviting smile. Rainbow would talk when she was ready.

It was always interesting to her, dynamics between ponies. Get Rainbow out in the open, or steer the talk into areas like sports or flying, and Rainbow was top mare. She could talk about adventure and Daring Do and control the conversation the way that Applejack could rein in a stampede. But move into the realm of the heart and she retreated and became uncharacteristically passive.

It was strange, seeing Rainbow be so… un-Rainbow. “Yeah. Thunderlane.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Yes, your former love interest.”

Rainbow shrugged and sipped at the tea. She winced; Rarity resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Rainbow always forgot that it was hot. The pegasus began again. “Yeah. Thunderlane… he’s not a bad stallion, Rares. He’s gonna make some lucky mare really happy one day. Gonna go have a whole litter of foals and be the funnest dad ever. But he just isn’t for me.”

“It’s no sin to lose romantic interest in a stallion or mare you’d prefer as just a friend, Rainbow. Sometimes we’re better off as friends and we try to make friendship something it’s not. We are merely ponies, not angels. Was the split… unpleasant?”

“Well… not really. I mean, it wasn’t fun. He was pretty bummed, and I felt like a jerk. I’m a pretty crappy element of loyalty sometimes.”

“Nonsense. It would be worse of you to lead him on, Rainbow.”

“Yeah, you’re right. He just looked so sad. I’m not really good at all this feelings stuff, Rares, and everypony knows it. But it’s not like I don’t have ‘em. He looked like I kicked his puppy or something. But I asked if it was okay to still be friends, and he said it would be.”

“It would be sad to lose a friend, Rainbow. But he seems agreeable, if not pleased—like you said. I’m sure with his energy and charm, our good Thunderlane will have caught the eye of some other nice mare before long. I wouldn’t fret over him. The best you can do now is to give him some space and be a good companion just like you were before, I would think.”

“It was kind of awkward, working on that thunderstorm yesterday. But we still had fun and it wasn’t weird enough to be unbearable, y’know? So, I guess you’re right.”

This time, Rainbow blew on the hot liquid before taking another sip. Rarity smiled softly, and regretted that situations like this weren’t more common. It’s a shame that it takes love troubles to have this. It’s nice.

Rainbow broke into her thoughts. “I don’t really know if I lost interest as much as I was just… I dunno, trying to avoid something. Thunderlane’s a friend and he’s a fun colt, and I figured he could get my mind off of… somepony.”

Rarity’s ears perked up. Like a good huntress, she jumped in quick before the unsure Rainbow could take it back.

“Another love draws you away? I must know!”

“Er, hold on. I can’t just tell you. It’s like, a secret!” Those rose eyes widened and she looked like a filly caught out in the halls after bedtime.

Rarity huffed and flicked her mane out of her eyes. “Yes, yes, but you simply must fill me in, darling! What stallion’s caught your eye? Do I know him?”

Rainbow fidgeted. She wouldn’t meet Rarity’s eager gaze at all.

“Oh, don’t be so coy!” This was just too much. She simply had to know. Quickly, she went down the list of available stallions in town.

“I’ll tell you eventually. Just let it be secret right now? I’m not sure yet. I have a lot of thinkin’ to do about it.”

“Oh, alright,” Rarity replied, her ears drooping.

“Ah, cheer up Rares,” Rainbow admonished with another sip. “Can’t be on top of every little secret in Ponyville.”

She huffed with the proper disdain that deserved. “A lady doesn’t go digging for secrets in every little corner, Rainbow, despite what you think.”

“If you say so,” the pegasus said with a triumphant smile. She’d derailed the interrogation; she’d won. Rarity conceded that, and moved the conversation on.

But she still really wanted to know.


***


“I can’t say I’m as surprised as you seem to be, Rarity,” Twilight said as she shelved the last of the returns.

“And that is part of what bothers me, Twilight! Celestia as my witness, I swore they were the perfect match. An adventurous filly for a mischievous colt. How could I be so dreadfully off the mark?” Rarity whined, shaking her head.

Twilight looked over her hoofwork and spoke with in a neutral tone. “Rarity, even I know that romance is a bit more complex than archery.”

Rarity bristled at that, but calmed herself. “Yes, well,” she began, but couldn't find anything else to say. She watched the librarian gaze about her domain of books with a contented smile and was reminded of her own boutique. I wonder if Rainbow has that little smile, up in her own kingdom of clouds and storms?

She banished the thought. Why was Rainbow on her mind? It had to be the news of her breakup with Thunderlane, and her own surprise.

Yet she knew she’d been thinking about Rainbow flying for a while now, imagining her with a growing halo of color as she sped after her falling friend. It had taken on a strange significance for her, that memory of the Best Young Flyers Competition.

Twilight turned her gaze back to Rarity, and the smile widened into one of friendliness. “Well, I’m done! Let’s head out.”

Smiling, Rarity waited until her friend had trotted over, and they left out the library’s front door.

Outside, Rarity did her best to avoid muddy puddles. It was not the most pleasant of days in Ponyville, but she’d made plans with her friends before being informed of the weather schedule, and she would not renege on a promise.

“I do wish that I knew about these dreadful storms a little earlier. I don’t usually know until the day before, and it is quite inconvenient.”

Twilight giggled at her brave efforts to avoid the muck of the streets. “It’ll all be gone soon. But, how do you not know? I mean, there’s schedules in Town Hall—everypony knows that. Rainbow has to file plans every month so that we can plan events and official business.”

“Oh. Well, the Boutique is such a busy place; it just slips my mind, I suppose. I asked Rainbow to keep me up to speed and she’s been a dear to warn me. Well, she’s tried to. She’s never forgotten.”

“Something tells me that she’s not exactly punctual.”

“Well, we all have our own struggles. Rainbow’s just happens to be punctuality. And, perhaps, neatness.”

Twilight laughed at this. “I think you just want Rainbow hanging around. She is sort of hard to keep still. Not as bad as Pinkie…”

“Darling, one does not try to make plans with Pinkie. One simply… is, and Pinkie will come.”

They walked into the café’s grove of tables, still laughing over that. A friendly young unicorn stallion greeted them and offered them seats. Rarity blessed him with a gracious smile as he magically pulled the chair out for her, and he left with a goofy smile.

“Charm, my dear Twilight, is surprisingly powerful,” she said, smiling softly.

Twilight watched the waiter walk off, seemingly in thought. “I don’t always understand what you do. I mean, I get flirting, but you aren’t interested in that colt at all. Unless you’ve changed since I saw you last.”

“No, I haven’t. How shall I explain?” She paused and looked up at the sky. A cloud was wandering by, and she wondered if Rainbow was there sleeping.

“Ponies like to feel special, Twilight. Don’t you live for praise from Princess Celestia, to some extent? We all long for someone to take notice of us. Built for it, even. I may not be interested in him, but I can appreciate a gentlecolt when I find one.”

Twilight hummed, interested, and thought about it.

Rarity took a brief look around her at the other tables while Twilight was distracted. Around them, couples and small parties chatted over coffee and lunch. She recognized most of them, but none who would be too interested in Rainbow’s love life.

Emboldened, she turned her attention back to Twilight. She leaned in, and her voice took on a conspirator’s low and urgent whisper.

“Now, Twilight. We really mustn’t avoid the subject at hoof.”

“Er... subject? You kinda lost me.”

“Twilight, don’t be so coy! Rainbow, obviously. The newest... developments, as it were.”

Twilight sighed. “Rarity, I’m not sure what I can tell you! I mean, it’s not like it’s really our business who Rainbow likes, you know?”

“Of course it’s our business, Twilight! We’re her friends! If we don’t look out for our poor, blind Rainbow Dash’s heart, who will? Besides, it simply will not leave me alone. Who could it be?”

Twilight fidgeted, looking at the table. Oh, Twilight, you simply must learn to talk about these sorts of things with candor! “Honestly, Twilight, I can’t think of anyone who fits the bill. Rainbow usually prefers pegasi, and I just cannot see her with any of the fine young winged colts of our town.”

“It doesn’t have to be a pegasus, you know,” Twilight said, hesitantly. Rarity smiled. I have her now. Oh Twilight, you simply cannot ignore fallacious logic. You’re far too easy.

“Maybe, maybe. Anything is possible, my father used to say. But who else could it be? Have you heard anything about it?”

Twilight’s ears drooped. “Well... kind of?”

“But Twilight! Forgive me, dear, but how did you learn of this before I did? I am so behind on the news around town and among my friends, and it is quite disconcerting!”

“It’s not that surprising, really. Rainbow wanted to keep it low-key to spare his feelings. So she told me about her new crush and—”

“So, you do know the mystery stallion’s identity!” She turned on the petulent voice and hit Twilight with a broadside of whining. “But I am the oldest. The most experienced in the travails and trials of love! Oh, how could Rainbow—young, brave, impetuous Rainbow—not come to me? Surely she would’ve known how excited I would be to share her secret!”

Rarity was a drama queen. She knew this about herself, and she’d admitted it aloud to her friends. It was simply a part of her nature, to be dramatic. This, however, was not simply her natural tendency for dramatic expression: this was “hamming it up” as Twilight was fond of saying. A Lady honed all the tools available to her, after all.

Twilight squirmed.Oh, Twilight, you are the worst at secret keeping! Just surrender to me, it shan’t be much longer now before you crack.

“Well... I mean... I don’t know. She came looking for a book and we just ended up chatting. It was a slow day, and I asked her how things were going and she just kind of unloaded the whole situation on me. She needed a sympathetic ear, and maybe she figured that I was convenient. I’m sure she would’ve come to you if I hadn’t have asked her.”

A sidestep. Twilight, you’re learning the fine art of evasion—I’ve taught you something after all in this year or two. “I suppose that you’re right,” she said, maintaining her act. “But it so grieves the heart that I had the opportunity to guide the youngest of us along the highway of love and quite lost it.”

Twilight—poor, oblivious Twilight—bought it and looked conflicted. Rarity could taste victory like sweet milk and honey, right in front of her. It was so close!

“I’m sure... I mean, it’s not like she meant to leave you out of the loop. This second pony of hers, she’s liked for a while. She just wasn’t sure, you know, and then it just became so obvious and...” Twilight was beginning to ramble, always a sign that she was on the retreat.

“Of course, you are correct, my dear Twilight. I simply must learn to control myself... though a thought occurs to me.”

“It does?”

Rarity almost felt guilty. She’d always been skilled at getting the news even from those who didn’t want to share it. It wasn’t the most ethical of things, but even a Lady had to get her hooves dirty every now and then. Rainbow needs guidance that I can provide! Especially if I’m right. She’d been mulling it over since Rainbow had left the day before.

She risked, and spoke her guess. “I begin to wonder if perhaps the stallion she has her eyes on is actually... a mare.”

Twilight’s eye twitched and she seemed to go rigid. Rarity’s heart beat faster, and she struggled to calm herself. Rarity, cease this at once! That other... thought was just a hunch. The likelihood of such a thing!

But the idea lingered.

“Well...” Twilight, caught off guard by her show and then flanked by her question, struggled to say something to cover up her mistake. For her part, Rarity couldn’t help but daydream of cerulean wings and feel rather foolish for doing so.

Twilight groaned. “It’s a miracle that Pinkie isn’t here to get on to me about this. Yes, you’re right. Don’t tell her I told you, okay? She really wanted me not to let it out before she worked out how she felt.”

“Twilight, darling, your secrets are always safe with me.” Twilight grimaced at this, and Rarity moved along. “I don’t suppose I could extract from you the name of the mare blessed by the colorful gaze of Rainbow Dash?”

This was her element. Even though she knew Twilight wouldn’t reveal this last bit by the set of her jaw, she was still in her element. Rarity lived for romance, and the spice of her life was juicy tidings such as this. She was in heaven.

Part of her wondered if heaven might not include a certain pegasus, now. She tried her best to dismiss that.

“You know I can’t tell you that. Please don’t ask me; we both know I’m not good at keeping secrets.” Twilight looked a bit panicked. Rarity decided to let her be.

“Shh, calm. I think that nice stallion’s bringing out drinks as we speak. I’ll leave off about Rainbow...” She trailed off as the waiter returned, and gave him another pleasant smile.

She kept her promise, but her mind never left Rainbow. She had narrowed it down to a mare here in town, and she had a hunch it wasn’t Dash’s usual type.

The idea that the mystery mare was herself refused to be dismissed. At every turn, it waited somewhere in the background. As she and Twilight talked of other things, it was there. As Rarity convinced Twilight that it was alright to let the fashionista pay, she was thinking of Rainbow. When they went their separate ways, the unforeseen possibilities of Rainbow Dash’s crush sat on her shoulders and weighed her down as she walked along the street back to the Boutique.

The rational part of her denied the possibility that Rainbow’s interest lay with her. They were too dissimilar: she was no athlete, and not up for the pranking fun that Rainbow so enjoyed. Do we share any interests at all? I mean, are we compatible at all? Rainbow and I move in such different directions, after all. Could such a thing last?

But of course, was that really fair? She and Rainbow got along rather well. Rainbow, for all of her brashness, could be calm and collected when she wanted to be. Rarity, for her part, could be enthusiastic and energetic when the situation warranted, and could appreciate stunts and the kinds of excitement that Rainbow caused.

She entered and closed the door behind her, flipping the sign from “closed” to “open.” But then she paused, staring at it, not really interested in but rather struck by a passing thought.

Rainbow had seemed so uncomfortable. It was true that she didn’t like discussing things like romance usually, but the way she’d avoided eye contact entirely and fidgeted under her interrogation and her gaze...

Rarity groaned and turned away from the door. “Why am I so worked up over this... foolishness!”

Her words simply came back to her from the walls of the boutique’s circular showroom.

She whirled back around and grabbed the “open” sign with her magic and changed it back to “closed” again. There was no way she could focus on helping customers like this.

She wandered the store restlessly, looking at her creations in a vain effort to get her mind off of Rainbow. Glad that Sweetie was with their parents, she thought aloud.

“Why Rainbow? I mean, yes, she’s quite the attractive mare. But Rainbow, Rarity? Short of Applejack, you couldn’t have picked a mare less like you! She’s... messy, rough! She’s not about to slow down for someone who can’t fly, is she?”

She moved along the walls, past dresses she’d made months ago, and came to a mirror. She paused and caught a glimpse of her rather distraught reflection. It stayed her progress, and she couldn’t help but watch.

That was an unfair assessment of things, she admitted as she stared at her frowning reflection. Rainbow Dash, the most loyal of ponies, wouldn’t just “leave her behind” because she couldn’t fly. She was looking for excuses, if that was the best argument she could muster.

Feeling foolish, she spoke again into the stillness. “Perhaps... part of me is afraid.”

There you go, she could almost hear her reflection say, and she grimaced and trotted briskly away from the mirror.

Rainbow Dash was a challenge. A soul so different from her own. Since her youth, all of Rarity’s many forays into love had been rather safe affairs. As a filly on the verge of adulthood, she’d chosen the colts who were absolutely under her spell. As a young mare out to show the world what she could do, she’d chosen younger partners who were in awe of her youthful charisma and air of experience.

But Rainbow was her equal. Perhaps, in some things, even her better. It scared her.

But it was so alluring.

“It won’t be me,” she hissed as she headed back to her work room. Surely she had something to work on. Anything would do, really. “It won’t be me she’s in love with. Look at me! ‘In love’ like this is some sort of cheap romance novel! I’m the kind of mare that buys those things, and she’s the kind who’d laugh at me for it!”

Her ponniequins watched her in silence, and it made her angry. She tried to take deep breaths to calm herself. A Lady does not lose her temper. Not in such an embarrassing way.

It just... it hurt. She had to be honest to herself now—it was safe to be so here, where she was alone. It wasn’t a question of falling in love with Dash. No, she’d begun that already. She’d made up the flimsiest excuses to see the smirking pegasus, and it had been a lonely week when Rainbow hadn’t dropped by. Her joy at Rainbow agreeing to help model had been more about seeing Rainbow than having a perfect model for the commission. She’d missed her favorite flyer.

It was a hard thing to admit to herself. I always thought I’d find some prince... or some lady of refinement, who’d understand me. Somepony who was, well, like me. Somepony that could appreciate the delicate parts of life, the beautiful parts that demand silence and awe. There’s nothing silent or reverent about Rainbow Dash. What could there be between us in the long run?

She came at last to her latest creation: the dress uniform for the Hegemon of Cloudsdale. It was a fine and beautiful thing, in its own martial, stern way. Her mind’s eye painted Rainbow’s cerulean coat and signature mane onto the ponniequin, and she saw Rainbow waiting with surprising patience.

“I would like to try, Rainbow, I really would,” she said softly as she sat before the uniform. The memory of Rainbow’s fitting lingered, but it was a good memory and she savored it. “You would understand if you were me, I know you would. Every time, I give of myself and it pains me greatly. I’m afraid even with all your loyalty, you’ll still lose interest in me. They always realize I’m not perfect and wander off when I don’t leave myself before they can.”

Loyalty. The elements had picked them for a reason, after all, and Rarity had realized that Rainbow’s loyalty was truly part of the deepest core of her being. She clung when others fell away, even when she didn’t want to. Rainbow could be petulant and unhappy about being dragged along, but she would never abandon a friend. Rarity had always admired that in her. If she was honest with herself, it was part of what made her so attractive as a mate. Perhaps, finally, there was a loyal pony who would stand by her and be a permanent fixture in her life instead of a short fling or a brightly burning fuse.

The silence, which had become her opponent in this debate, offered up a rebuttal at last.

Loyalty is Generosity militant and personal.

It was the uniform, of course, that planted the idea into her head, but it was profound enough to give her pause. She’d never really thought about the similarities between them along those lines. She’d always focused on the differences in temperament and interests, and given up far too easily on finding places where they met.

Loyalty. She meditated on the word. She savored it—for in a very real way, it was like meditating on Rainbow herself. They both gave of themselves, and they both sought a kind of love and attention from others. Who better to understand that in Rainbow than Rarity herself? Who could appreciate her firm strength like young and inexperienced Rainbow?

She stood up and stretched. Thoughts swirled around in her heads as if stirred in a pot. Yes, there was much to think about before Rainbow’s follow up fitting. Rarity smiled wryly. Things to be done as well. I still have other work to do, after all. I cannot let myself over to histrionics forever.

Mumbling about decorum, she searched with her magic for a brush and summoned it to her. “All of this fuss... it’s ruining my mane!” she grumbled into the silence as she rebuilt her composure.

The brush’s rough bristles were calming, as always. The confusion and emotion began to drain away, and she began to plan. This was all conjecture, after all. She’d need more proof that it was really her that Rainbow loved. And proof was a thing she could manage; she was sure of it. She grinned, feeling caught up in the delightful daydreams that swarmed about her.

A Lady always has her ways of knowing!

Author's Notes:

This story is set in what I call the "Songverse" a group of stories all in the same universe revolving mostly around Rarity and Dash. You don't need to have read any of the others... especially because this is the first one!

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