Heart pounding, Majesty yanked down the blinds and began fevrishly duct
taping them to the walls.
"Must... make sure that... mouse doesn't... get... in!" she panted. The mere thought of him made her sick...
She ripped off some more, but heard knocks at the door. She screamed and lept under the bed.
"Majesty?" said a familiar voice with a strong Australian accent, "Is everything okay in there?"
"Oh... it's you, Blueberry Baskets. Come in, come in..." said Majesty, relieved. The door opened and a blue pegasus walked in. The smell of blueberry tarts and pies wafted from her mane. She looked around.
"Umm...?"
She shook a lock of blue hair from her mane and wrinkled her nose in confusion at the scene. Half-duct taped blinds covered all the light, or at least most of it, and Majesty was hiding under the bed, a roll of silver tape in her mouth. Majesty seemed to realize how odd she looked, and crawled out from under it, brushing dust off with as much dignity as she could muster, considering her position.
"This... cottage..." said Blueberry Baskets, raising an eyebrow "It sure is... err... dark."
Majesty shifted and squirmed a little. Her ears turned slightly pink at the tips.
"I was just... going to take a nap... Yes. My eyes are sensitive to light..." Majesty grinned fakely, and Blueberry Baskets stared, the other eyebrow lifting to join the other in a look of dibelief.
"Riiiight..." She said, with a tinge of sarcasm. She didn't bother mentioning that Majesty's room had plenty of windows, all without blinds. They both knew it quite well. Majesty flushed bright red.
"So... you wanted something?" said Majesty blandly and tactlessly as possible.
"Yeah... I was going for a walk, and I saw you run down the path screaming. Would you mind explaining why?"
"Oh... I saw something." said Majesty lamely. She shifted again.
"Oh. Right. Well, I kind of figured that out..." said Blueberry Bakets dryly, "Either that or you have fun running down paths screaming bloody murder for no reason."
Majesty made an impatient, frustrated noise that sounded like she was containing a scream. She and Blueberry Baskets had been on the... slightly unfriendly side ever since their childhood. Blueberry Baskets had been the tall, intellectual pony who always got straight A's... Or at least that's what Majesty had heard the other ponies say. She had never gone to Dream Valley Elementary, being the princess. She had been taught at the castle.
But she did play with the others after her lessons were over... She had, for some reason, always avoided Blueberry Baskets as much as she could. She had always found Blueberry Baskets slightly snooty. She hadn't originally come from Dream Valley, but from an island just off the coast of Ponyland. But Majesty didn't know that Blueberry Basket's wasn't like that at all. She was, in fact, the opposite.
She was intelligent, but she was more the kind of baby pony who sewed and baked things and drew, and was simply bright with curiosity. She was kind to everyone and everything, and loved animals. She always seemed happy and looked to the bright side. But her and Majesty had just clashed, and Blueberry Baskets had become fed up with how Majesty had acted cold towards her. One day she had confronted Majesty, and the little baby pony of royalty had just screeched at her "Your just jealous because I'm the Princess, and when I'm Queen, I'll throw you in the dungeon!" and she'd run away crying.
Blueberry Baskets was slightly older than Majesty, and knew the threat was empty. She also knew that Majesty was jealous of her; always popular, happy, and most of all, normal. When Majesty had become Queen, Blueberry Baskets had watched her become regal and wise... a far cry from the Baby Majesty she had known. And Blueberry Baskets respected her as subjects should. Majesty still ignored her and looked down on her when she couldn't.
Finally, Blueberry Baskets had moved out of the village and gotten a small cottage in the woods near a small pond and a creek. She could then pick berries in the forest and bake pies and cookies to her delight. She lived peacably in her little clearing of flowers and the sound of trickling water. Whenever she did meet Majesty, she began to aquire her own form of coldness to the Queen, realizing Majesty would never warm up to her.
Now, alone in the cottage, Blueberry Baskets felt anger well up in her at Majesty's freezing glare. She stamped her hoof loudly on the wooden ground.
"This has gone far enough!" she said angrily, "What is it that I've ever done to you? Why do you act as though I am some sort of worm?!"
Majesty looked furious. "You are the one who is so perfect!" she yelled back, losing it all and dropping her regal airs. "Perfect Blueberry, with her A's and her lovely smile! You were always jealous of me for being Princess! I know it!"
"I was never jealous of you, you old nag!" shouted Blueberry Baskets, knowing that they were free to scream at each other and get it all out now that they weren't at the castle. After all, Majesty couldn't throw her in the dungeon for having a fight like this one.
Galaxy, who had been coming up the path with Pinky on her shoulder, heard the shouting. She glimpsed Blueberry Baskets and Majesty screaming at each other in the cottage. She cringed when she heard the words 'old nag'. That was the Ponyland equivalent of old bag.
"E-gad, Galaxy!" exclaimed Pinky.
Galaxy nodded. "That was exactly what I was thinking."
"Really? Narf!"
"Well... in the sense of it, yes."
She backed down the pathway, the angry words fading into the air as she left.
"How dare you!" screeched Majesty "You were jealous of me! You were jealous because you were so popular, and yet you weren't ROYALTY, oh no.... Perfect Blueberry, who wasn't so perfect after all!"
"You are the one who was jealous of me!" exclaimed Blueberry Baskets, "I was the one with the normal life. I was the one who had oh so many friends! Well, let me tell you, Majesty, being popular isn't so good. I never wanted to be popular! I like my solitude! Not to mention all those brainless idiots who called themselves my friends when they didn't know the real me from a tree stump! This has got to stop, and we have got to be friends!"
Majesty froze. The words struck a chord in her. She suddenly, horribly, knew that it was true... she WAS jealous of Blueberry Baskets... or had been. She was now glad to be Queen, but before? She had been jealous. And she had carried this to even her adulthood.
She sat down heavily.
"Y-your right..." she said grudgingly, weakly. She felt drained of all emotion. Blueberry Baskets sat down beside her, and nodded.
"This needed to end..." she said. She held out a hoof. "Friends?"
"No." said Majesty, and Blueberry Basket stared. Majesty continued "We can never be friends... but that's better than being ennemy's, isn't it?"
Blueberry Baskets just smiled a slittle, and stood up.
"Bye, Majesty." she said, and then she left.
Majesty stood up and stared at the black blind over a window and she exclaimed absently...
"My Rainbow, it sure did get dark out!"
"Must... make sure that... mouse doesn't... get... in!" she panted. The mere thought of him made her sick...
She ripped off some more, but heard knocks at the door. She screamed and lept under the bed.
"Majesty?" said a familiar voice with a strong Australian accent, "Is everything okay in there?"
"Oh... it's you, Blueberry Baskets. Come in, come in..." said Majesty, relieved. The door opened and a blue pegasus walked in. The smell of blueberry tarts and pies wafted from her mane. She looked around.
"Umm...?"
She shook a lock of blue hair from her mane and wrinkled her nose in confusion at the scene. Half-duct taped blinds covered all the light, or at least most of it, and Majesty was hiding under the bed, a roll of silver tape in her mouth. Majesty seemed to realize how odd she looked, and crawled out from under it, brushing dust off with as much dignity as she could muster, considering her position.
"This... cottage..." said Blueberry Baskets, raising an eyebrow "It sure is... err... dark."
Majesty shifted and squirmed a little. Her ears turned slightly pink at the tips.
"I was just... going to take a nap... Yes. My eyes are sensitive to light..." Majesty grinned fakely, and Blueberry Baskets stared, the other eyebrow lifting to join the other in a look of dibelief.
"Riiiight..." She said, with a tinge of sarcasm. She didn't bother mentioning that Majesty's room had plenty of windows, all without blinds. They both knew it quite well. Majesty flushed bright red.
"So... you wanted something?" said Majesty blandly and tactlessly as possible.
"Yeah... I was going for a walk, and I saw you run down the path screaming. Would you mind explaining why?"
"Oh... I saw something." said Majesty lamely. She shifted again.
"Oh. Right. Well, I kind of figured that out..." said Blueberry Bakets dryly, "Either that or you have fun running down paths screaming bloody murder for no reason."
Majesty made an impatient, frustrated noise that sounded like she was containing a scream. She and Blueberry Baskets had been on the... slightly unfriendly side ever since their childhood. Blueberry Baskets had been the tall, intellectual pony who always got straight A's... Or at least that's what Majesty had heard the other ponies say. She had never gone to Dream Valley Elementary, being the princess. She had been taught at the castle.
But she did play with the others after her lessons were over... She had, for some reason, always avoided Blueberry Baskets as much as she could. She had always found Blueberry Baskets slightly snooty. She hadn't originally come from Dream Valley, but from an island just off the coast of Ponyland. But Majesty didn't know that Blueberry Basket's wasn't like that at all. She was, in fact, the opposite.
She was intelligent, but she was more the kind of baby pony who sewed and baked things and drew, and was simply bright with curiosity. She was kind to everyone and everything, and loved animals. She always seemed happy and looked to the bright side. But her and Majesty had just clashed, and Blueberry Baskets had become fed up with how Majesty had acted cold towards her. One day she had confronted Majesty, and the little baby pony of royalty had just screeched at her "Your just jealous because I'm the Princess, and when I'm Queen, I'll throw you in the dungeon!" and she'd run away crying.
Blueberry Baskets was slightly older than Majesty, and knew the threat was empty. She also knew that Majesty was jealous of her; always popular, happy, and most of all, normal. When Majesty had become Queen, Blueberry Baskets had watched her become regal and wise... a far cry from the Baby Majesty she had known. And Blueberry Baskets respected her as subjects should. Majesty still ignored her and looked down on her when she couldn't.
Finally, Blueberry Baskets had moved out of the village and gotten a small cottage in the woods near a small pond and a creek. She could then pick berries in the forest and bake pies and cookies to her delight. She lived peacably in her little clearing of flowers and the sound of trickling water. Whenever she did meet Majesty, she began to aquire her own form of coldness to the Queen, realizing Majesty would never warm up to her.
Now, alone in the cottage, Blueberry Baskets felt anger well up in her at Majesty's freezing glare. She stamped her hoof loudly on the wooden ground.
"This has gone far enough!" she said angrily, "What is it that I've ever done to you? Why do you act as though I am some sort of worm?!"
Majesty looked furious. "You are the one who is so perfect!" she yelled back, losing it all and dropping her regal airs. "Perfect Blueberry, with her A's and her lovely smile! You were always jealous of me for being Princess! I know it!"
"I was never jealous of you, you old nag!" shouted Blueberry Baskets, knowing that they were free to scream at each other and get it all out now that they weren't at the castle. After all, Majesty couldn't throw her in the dungeon for having a fight like this one.
Galaxy, who had been coming up the path with Pinky on her shoulder, heard the shouting. She glimpsed Blueberry Baskets and Majesty screaming at each other in the cottage. She cringed when she heard the words 'old nag'. That was the Ponyland equivalent of old bag.
"E-gad, Galaxy!" exclaimed Pinky.
Galaxy nodded. "That was exactly what I was thinking."
"Really? Narf!"
"Well... in the sense of it, yes."
She backed down the pathway, the angry words fading into the air as she left.
"How dare you!" screeched Majesty "You were jealous of me! You were jealous because you were so popular, and yet you weren't ROYALTY, oh no.... Perfect Blueberry, who wasn't so perfect after all!"
"You are the one who was jealous of me!" exclaimed Blueberry Baskets, "I was the one with the normal life. I was the one who had oh so many friends! Well, let me tell you, Majesty, being popular isn't so good. I never wanted to be popular! I like my solitude! Not to mention all those brainless idiots who called themselves my friends when they didn't know the real me from a tree stump! This has got to stop, and we have got to be friends!"
Majesty froze. The words struck a chord in her. She suddenly, horribly, knew that it was true... she WAS jealous of Blueberry Baskets... or had been. She was now glad to be Queen, but before? She had been jealous. And she had carried this to even her adulthood.
She sat down heavily.
"Y-your right..." she said grudgingly, weakly. She felt drained of all emotion. Blueberry Baskets sat down beside her, and nodded.
"This needed to end..." she said. She held out a hoof. "Friends?"
"No." said Majesty, and Blueberry Basket stared. Majesty continued "We can never be friends... but that's better than being ennemy's, isn't it?"
Blueberry Baskets just smiled a slittle, and stood up.
"Bye, Majesty." she said, and then she left.
Majesty stood up and stared at the black blind over a window and she exclaimed absently...
"My Rainbow, it sure did get dark out!"
