"More!"
The small crowd of young ponies cheered as Bubblecup waved another cloud of iridescent bubbles out of the grand bubblewand for the ponies to catch. Bubbles swirled madly on updrafts and disappeared with a "pop" as the ponies galloped through them. The meadow was gloriously sunny, with a strong, cool breeze and expansive blue sky inspiring the ponies to run.
"Look, I have one on my nose!" cried Minty excitedly, holding her breath and trying not to pop the bubble that had landed gently on her nose without bursting. A brief pause followed, while the others registered this new idea, and then the bubble was gone. A new cry went up.
"I want one!"
"Catch them on your nose!"
Another flurry of bubbles followed. Looking skyward and jostling for bubbles, Minty, Pinkie Pie, and Candy Cane, tripped over their smaller, younger charges, and everyone tumbled to the ground, giggling and shrieking.
"Bubblecup!"
A shrill voice cut through the merriment. Trooping up the meadow path came one be-spangled Sparkleworks, followed closely by her usual companions in fabulousness, Mittens and Dazzle Surprise. They struck a pose in front of the tangle of bodies in a sort of reflexive power-vogue. Ribbons fluttered. Tinsel twinkled. The sequins were blinding. Uncertainly bringing up the rear, Wysteria shyly smiled at the silly babies from behind her friends.
"Oh Great Peachy above, look at you! Look at your hair! We've been looking all over for you. We're were supposed to be at the salon hours ago!" Sparkleworks seethed. Her hot-pink tail swished in irritation.
"Aa uur-ot," mumbled Bubblecup guiltily.
"What? What is that thing in your mouth? Are you eating soap? This is not a good look for you."
Bubblecup dropped the bubblewand, which was dripping suds down her chin. "I forgot," she repeated. "Sorry. I was playing with my friends."
Mittens and Dazzle glowered imperiously at the rest the foals for good measure. They shuffled to the feet, averting their eyes, except a goggle- eyed Minty.
"Why are you going to the salon if your hair is already done?" she asked curiously.
Mittens sighed. Sparkleworks ignored her.
"Well, hurry up and come along," she admonished Bubblecup. "Don't you want to have a beautiful new hairstyle to show your big brother?"
Bubblecup didn't particularly look as if she did, but she dutifully trotted away with the fussing fashionistas, throwing a sad, apologetic look over her shoulder at her friends as they watched her go.
"No one ever takes me to the salon," said Pinkie Pie regretfully.
"Poor Bubblecup," said Candy Cane.
"Poor Bubblecup," echoed Minty. "I'm glad I don't have a big brother.
The small crowd of young ponies cheered as Bubblecup waved another cloud of iridescent bubbles out of the grand bubblewand for the ponies to catch. Bubbles swirled madly on updrafts and disappeared with a "pop" as the ponies galloped through them. The meadow was gloriously sunny, with a strong, cool breeze and expansive blue sky inspiring the ponies to run.
"Look, I have one on my nose!" cried Minty excitedly, holding her breath and trying not to pop the bubble that had landed gently on her nose without bursting. A brief pause followed, while the others registered this new idea, and then the bubble was gone. A new cry went up.
"I want one!"
"Catch them on your nose!"
Another flurry of bubbles followed. Looking skyward and jostling for bubbles, Minty, Pinkie Pie, and Candy Cane, tripped over their smaller, younger charges, and everyone tumbled to the ground, giggling and shrieking.
"Bubblecup!"
A shrill voice cut through the merriment. Trooping up the meadow path came one be-spangled Sparkleworks, followed closely by her usual companions in fabulousness, Mittens and Dazzle Surprise. They struck a pose in front of the tangle of bodies in a sort of reflexive power-vogue. Ribbons fluttered. Tinsel twinkled. The sequins were blinding. Uncertainly bringing up the rear, Wysteria shyly smiled at the silly babies from behind her friends.
"Oh Great Peachy above, look at you! Look at your hair! We've been looking all over for you. We're were supposed to be at the salon hours ago!" Sparkleworks seethed. Her hot-pink tail swished in irritation.
"Aa uur-ot," mumbled Bubblecup guiltily.
"What? What is that thing in your mouth? Are you eating soap? This is not a good look for you."
Bubblecup dropped the bubblewand, which was dripping suds down her chin. "I forgot," she repeated. "Sorry. I was playing with my friends."
Mittens and Dazzle glowered imperiously at the rest the foals for good measure. They shuffled to the feet, averting their eyes, except a goggle- eyed Minty.
"Why are you going to the salon if your hair is already done?" she asked curiously.
Mittens sighed. Sparkleworks ignored her.
"Well, hurry up and come along," she admonished Bubblecup. "Don't you want to have a beautiful new hairstyle to show your big brother?"
Bubblecup didn't particularly look as if she did, but she dutifully trotted away with the fussing fashionistas, throwing a sad, apologetic look over her shoulder at her friends as they watched her go.
"No one ever takes me to the salon," said Pinkie Pie regretfully.
"Poor Bubblecup," said Candy Cane.
"Poor Bubblecup," echoed Minty. "I'm glad I don't have a big brother.