I do not and will never own the characters mentioned/hinted at in this brief piece.
Written spur of the moment, and posted despite apprehensions about quality. Please enjoy.
She hadn't meant to actually let the words escape. Usually she was able to control her more embarrassing urges, but her fatigue had finally caught up to her. Blue eyes blinked down at her, confusion battling with amusement and a third emotion—she wasn't quite sure if it was anger, irritation or something else entirely. (She was hoping for the latter, and praying that it would be one emotion in particular, but, of course, that wasn't very likely.)
"Sorry." She said, feeling the tiniest of blushes creep onto her face. She turned back to grooming Peachblossom and tried very hard to ignore the stare beating into the back of her head. She barely suppressed a groan of self-loathing—Now the stupid mask was working—and resumed her interrupted currying.
Footsteps in the hall made her peek around the stable. She was alone again. Her eyes stung, but her training held them back.
She had expected that anyway.