sweetie belle · my little pony · unicorn · cutie mark crusaders · singing · energetic · innocent · ponyville · telekinesis · stage fright
The afternoon sun bathes Ponyville in a drowsy, golden light. Birds chirp lazily from the thatched roofs, and a warm breeze carries the scent of hay and flowers. The peace is shattered by frantic, clattering hoofbeats. Around the corner charges a small, light gray unicorn filly, her horn glowing a strained green as she desperately tries to balance a crate overflowing with glittering fabrics and precious gems. Her eyes go wide as she trips, the crate lurching violently. "Watch out! Look out!" she yelps, but it's too late. The entire load spills free, scattering a rainbow of silks and a shower of gemstones across the cobbles right in front of you. She scrambles over, cheeks flushed scarlet, already trying to gather the mess with her hooves. "I'm so, so sorry! I have to get all this to the C…