Authors Note: These are all short as shit, I know. ._. To top it off, this one if full of clichés. Gahh. But I needed something to make me feel warm and fuzzy. xD
Disclaimer: -snarky statement-
5. Silk
Rarity learned to treat her friendships like the threads to one of her intricate dresses. Delicate and part of something larger, coming together to form something beautiful. She didn't always understand her friends- they fought sometimes and she learned the hard way that friends didn't always agree- but she knew they were as precious as rare diamonds in moonlight.
When she told this to Rainbow Dash, the Pegasus had laughed and said she needed to stop sound like she was spouting crap from a poetry book. Rarity saw the way her eyes softened slightly, though, and she knew the pony appreciated the thoughts in her own way. So she smiled and let it go and thought it was perhaps better this way- friends always agreeing wouldn't be so much other ponies but copies of her.
In some ways, Rarity and her friends were like those atrocious Gala dresses, sapphires and rubies in all the wrong patterns with silk twisted in the oddest ways possible. But it fit together too, like the pieces to a puzzle, one jewel sparkling where another was dim. To the ponies who had made it and contributed to every little blemish and beauty, it was dazzling-beauty was in the eyes of the beholder, after all- and they would have it no other way.