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[carouselboutique]

Dear Foreign Ponies,
First and foremost I would like to personally thank all of you for allowing me to make your gala outfits for this year's grand galloping gala. I had a lot of fun making each and every outfit and I felt proud to be able to accomplish such a grueling yet absolutely rewarding task.

Each outfit was tailored to your specific wants and needs. I made sure to keep them as close to the request as possible and I made sure to get every little detail perfect!

In return, I do hope that you ponies don't become strangers to my boutique. I'm not going to lie, I had fun creating clothes for you and I may have spotted possible model candidates for my up coming summer line.

So again, thank you dear ponies.

Bisous

Rarity.



Dear Zetta,
I would probably deny this if you were to shout it out to the general public. But I had fun during the gala. I do hope we could hang out again sometime.

Rarity

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[elementofloyalty]

Rarity.... can I talk to you?

In private?

[carouselboutique]

Of course darling, would you like to meet up somewhere or will you be passing by the shop?

[elementofloyalty]

Is the shop private enough? Really, really private? This is... something only you can ever know about EVER, and I'm only telling you because I need to talk to SOMEpony about it.

[carouselboutique]

Dashie dear, you know you could trust me with anything.

Sweetie Belle's out and I have no one coming to the shop till later today. So we could lock the doors, shuts the windows and you can tell me this secret of yours.

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[elementofloyalty]

Okay. I'll be over soon.

[In fact, it's about fifteen seconds before Rainbow Dash literally dives through the front door and under the skirts of a mannequin, peeking carefully out to make sure nopony saw her come in.]

[carouselboutique]

[The flash of rainbow colors startled her a tad. Rarity knew she should be used to Rainbow Dash's antics by now, but today something felt a little off.

Suddenly a glow from her horn and the windows began closing, curtains pulled and the door locked and shut.]

Rainbow Dash, get out from under there before you dirty up the hem of that skirt.

[Yes because touching a pristine white skirt would immediately dirty it.]

[elementofloyalty]

[Stubbornly, Rainbow Dash waits until the area is secure before she slinks out, still looking around to make sure no Sweetie Belles, or worse, Pinkie Pies are about to spring out of a cloth hamper and broadcast her horrible shameful secrets to the entire world and beyond. She actually starts poking a pile of fabric with a hoof just to make sure it's not hiding a Cutie Mark Crusader angling for a cutie mark in Rehashing the Gabby Gums Plotline.]

[carouselboutique]

No one's here Rainbow Dash, relax.

[elementofloyalty]

Sorry.

[Rainbow leaves off her prodding guiltily, instead coming over to the center of the floor to sit, tuck her tail around her, and generally try to take up as absolutely little space as possible.]

It's just -- I HATE to talk about this but keeping it in is KILLING me.

[carouselboutique]

Then just say it darling. Think of this as your giant, sparkling sanctuary.

[elementofloyalty]

[Not entirely reassured by this word choice, Rainbow glances around furtively again, then motions Rarity closer.]

[carouselboutique]

[And thus she moves closer]

[elementofloyalty]

[She bites her lip, already considering the best way to get out of here without saying a word... but she knows she has to say something. She's gotta deal with this and not just ball it up.]

[Rainbow shuts her eyes and sighs.]

On the last world I was on... I fell for a guy.

1/2

[carouselboutique]

...huh...

2/2

[carouselboutique]

DASHIE I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!

[elementofloyalty]

Aaah! Shhh! SHHHH!!

[She hurriedly reaches forward to stop Rarity's yelping with a hoof as she looks around frantically. No one heard that, right?!]

[Then she looks back at Rarity, utter confusion written all over her face.]

Proud?

[carouselboutique]

[She pushed the hoof off her mouth]

Oh Dashie dear, why would you feel embarrassed about this? You should be telling the girls.

[elementofloyalty]

Okay, first of all, it's not like me. At all. I don't do stuff like this and you know it. It's embarrassing. Second of all, it was stupid and terrible. He's a jerk. He's rude and obnoxious and loud and annoying, he's human, he doesn't even like ponies very much, and he'd never, ever, ever in a million years ever look at me like that.

[She leans her forehead into Rarity's shoulder, half for comfort and half to hide the way her eyes are watering.]

...and I'm never gonna see him again.

[carouselboutique]

Wait so...he doesn't know who you feel?

[She pulls her friend into a tight embrace, the poor thing.]

[elementofloyalty]

[Her voice is muffled, but no less sad for that.]

Telling him woulda been the second-stupidest thing I could've ever done. At least he was still my friend.

[carouselboutique]

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL HIM!?

[elementofloyalty]

He would've hated me for it! Yes, he would've. This isn't some fairy tail where things work out like that.

[carouselboutique]

And how are you so sure about that? Darling you of all ponies should know how rewarding it is to take risks! Blueblood wasn't a fairy tail ending either but at least I tried.

[elementofloyalty]

Yes, Rarity. I know. And I'm telling you, read my lips, it would never have happened.

[She looks up, then reaches out to grab the unicorn's shoulders.]

Listen to me: he didn't even like ponies all that much. He was friends with me, but that was a special case. He wasn't interested in romance and even if he was, he never, ever would've considered me. It wasn't gonna happen. There was no chance, ever.

[Yeah. That sentence is exactly why she needed to tell somepony else -- because she needed to hear herself admit that. The tension drains out of her, and her hooves fall off Rarity's shoulders as she slumps.]

[carouselboutique]

Oh darling...

[Her horn glows as she pulls one of the giant cleopatra sofas towards them. Rainbow Dash looked so drained it made Rarity feel horrible. Her poor friend.]

You know what you should do? You should write to him.