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- >Another day, another drawing.
- >Err… lots of drawings.
- >That’s your motto.
- >You’re Anonymous, an experienced artist.
- >After lots of travelling and exploring, you’ve stopped right on the edge of a realm called Equestria.
- >They call this place the Village, right on the eastern coast of Dust Valley.
- >You’ve seen many unique creatures in your travels, but the moth ponies have been the most pleasant to be around.
- >That, and, unexpectedly, they have been the most positive about your presence.
- >You spend your nights creating illustrations and caricatures for any passerby moth pony in the somewhat busy town square.
- >It’s a fun way to spend your evenings making a bit of money.
- >Being able to practice your craft AND make the moth ponies happy?
- >Delightful.
- >Them being happy may be an understatement.
- >These moth ponies become absolutely ecstatic when you draw things for them.
- >Your biggest fans are a group of young ones from the local elementary.
- >They happily visit your booth nearly every night during their “lunchtime”; it’s on the way to the town schoolhouse.
- >You were still confused on the relativity of the terms for these nocturnal creatures.
- >They always clamor for new pictures and sketches.
- >Simple stuff usually, but enough to make them laugh, buzz, and squeak happily all the way to school and back home again.
- >You used to draw for them at a reduced rate.
- >A considerably reduced rate, at that.
- >Now, you do it for free.
- >And with demand being so high, you’ve had to open up your booth during and after school.
- >This made the fillies and colts far happier, especially since most of them used their lunch money for your works.
- >It’s far more enjoyable to see them both content and interested in your art.
- >As nice as it is to make see them elated, there is a… small problem.
- >Their “foalsitter.”
- >That may be the wrong word….
- >Caretaker?
- >Teacher?
- >You aren’t entirely sure.
- >The mare in charge.
- >Matriarch?
- >That’s it.
- >The matriarch is your “small problem.”
- >Butterscotch.
- >She always escorts them from elementary to the town square.
- >A friendly and compassionate mare who is apparently terrified of you, an outsider.
- >Perhaps she was only frightened of you because the two of you never became acquainted.
- >Every other moth pony you’ve met enjoyed your company and presence.
- >To your knowledge, they never once felt intimated or frightened by it.
- >Why did Butterscotch have to be act so apprehensive of you?
- >You’re positive she would like you if given the chance to get to know you.
- >And vice versa, of course.
- >No matter, you’ll just continue to bear with it.
- >As it stands, Butterscotch remains in the background, keeping a careful watch on the children as they surround your booth, demanding drawings.
- >You glance over at her occasionally, trying to make eye contact and give a friendly smile.
- >As friendly as you are, she only gives you short replies, causing conversations to be shorter than you’d like.
- >Even with her timidity, there was something oddly distinctive about Butterscotch.
- >Something that other moth ponies around here lacked.
- >Something about her appearance?
- >You can’t quite put your finger on it.
- >Is it her lime green eyes?
- >Her exquisitely fluffy white coat, gently-speckled with black spots?
- >Or maybe it’s her buttery mane?
- >Maybe it’s all of these things.
- >Perhaps it’s the way she acted around you that made you feel this way.
- >Whatever it is, it’s enough to make you spend a lot of your free time drawing simple sketches of her.
- >At the end of your shifts, once everything has died down, you open up your private sketchbook and just let your mind wander.
- >They were crudely drawn scribbles at best.
- >You never could look at Butterscotch long enough to truly capture her appearance in your mind, not with the younger moth ponies distracting you.
- >Or with her hiding and giving you quick glances.
- >Even though you consider them doodles, every line, stroke, and nuance you put on paper is employed more delicately when sketching Butterscotch.
- >Before long you had a few too many pages of scribbles.
- >Of course, no one knew of these doodles except for you.
- >You intend to keep it this way.
- >In a normal world, you would make an effort to try and get to know her better.
- >Converse, have lunch, spend time together.
- >Then again, this is far from a normal world.
- >With regards to Butterscotch, her timidity seems to make even the simplest of things, like lunch or extended conversation, seem impossible.
- >You check your watch; it’s past the typical time that you keep your booth open.
- >But a few more minutes will be okay.
- >You continue to work on your last drawing.
- >You glance over and see Butterscotch begin trot over you and the foals.
- “I think it’s about time to call it a evening, young ones.”
- >Multiple sounds of disappointment ring in your eardrums.
- >The group of little moth foals give you puppy dog eyes.
- >It breaks your heart every time.
- “Well… I guess I could-“
- >”Now, children. Mr. Anon has worked hard tonight. We should let him rest.”
- >The kids give you bigger puppy dog eyes, as if begging you to convince Butterscotch to change her mind.
- >Must… look… away….
- >You glance at Butterscotch.
- >Her eyes avoid yours, instead scanning over the group of dissatisfied foals.
- >You kneel down to the small moth ponies.
- “She’s right, everyone. Besides, don’t you guys have homework to do?”
- >You look up at Butterscotch, who has her muzzle righteously in the air.
- >A few of the foals shake their head.
- “But hey, no worries, huh? You know I’ll be here tomorrow!”
- >The group collectively sighs in response.
- >Butterscotch rounds the children up, trying to quell everyone’s sadness.
- >”Come on, it’s time to head home. Everypony be sure to thank Mr. Anon once more before we all leave!”
- >The kids take a deep breathe….
- >”THANK YOU, MR. ANOOOONNN!!”
- >You smile and wave to the kids as they follow closely behind Butterscotch, some happily waving back, some saying:
- >“See ya, tomorrow, Mr. Anon.”
- >“Thanks again, Mr. Anon.”
- >”Have a good night, Mr. Anon!”
- >Butterscotch turns and glances at you for a moment.
- >You give her a friendly wave goodbye.
- >You swear you see her smile and blush.
- >There is a possibility that you may be a bit crazy.
- >Maybe the dim light has betrayed your eyes.
- >You might even be going blind, which wouldn’t be good for you as an artist.
- >Unfortunately, there is truly no telling what she did, as she faces forwards as quickly as she had turned back.
- >You sigh as the group disappears out of view of the town square.
- >It’s been another fun-filled and eventful evening, but now it’s time to go home.
- >Besides, you’re starving.
- >You quickly pack up your drawings and all of your drawing supplies.
- >You fold up your booth and chair, and throw them on your back.
- >Portfolio in one hand, briefcase in the other, you are ready to head home.
- >Luckily, home isn’t too far of a walk.
- >This stuff is quite heavy.
- ~
- >Another day, another….
- >Well, you know.
- >You were, however, hoping tonight would be different.
- >Tonight you were going to offer to do a sketch for Butterscotch.
- >The idea has been on your mind all night, and it was making you feel quite nervous.
- >Your goal is to get close enough to her to be able to hold a conversation that lasts more than a few seconds.
- >Assuming you are successful in doing that, you will then try to hold a conversation and bring up the idea of a sketch during that time.
- >This entire scenario was going to be a definite challenge, not that you mind that.
- >You’re more worried that this plan is going to backfire.
- >But that shouldn’t happen, right?
- >You sit and sketch the image of a nightshade, one of your favorite flowers.
- >You check your watch.
- >It was about “lunchtime”, close to midnight, and you expected Butterscotch to enter the town center at any moment.
- >She usually stops by this friendly little smoothie shop across from your drawing booth if she doesn’t have any foals with her.
- >Afterwards, she typically eyes you nervously, avoids eye contact entirely, or waits until you are turned around to head back to her business and continue her evening.
- >Her routine was going to be slightly altered tonight, as you have been kind enough to buy her favorite smoothie.
- >With help of the owner of the smoothie shop, of course.
- >A nice blend of oats, blueberries, mint, and apple cider.
- >Or a “Sidewinder,” as it was named.
- >You decide to get one as well, hoping it would be an effective way to break the ice.
- >Not a moment too soon, you see Butterscotch happily trot towards the smoothie shop.
- >You return to your sketching, acting as if you hadn’t noticed her.
- >As you peek over your easel, you see Butterscotch enter the shop.
- >So far, so good.
- >Hopefully the moth pony inside would follow your instructions.
- >You asked him to tell Butterscotch that her smoothie was already made and purchased for her, and that she would find it across the road.
- >This plan was foolproof.
- >You peek over your easel once more.
- >Right on time, Butterscotch is trotting over to you.
- >She looks… peeved.
- >Uh oh.
- >You snap your head back and continue to sketch.
- >Abort mission.
- >Pretend nothing happened.
- >The moth pony in the shop is delusional; you got two smoothies for yourself, that’s all.
- >You begin to nervously whistle a tune.
- >The sound of trotting stops from behind your easel.
- >You hear a very irked mare clear her throat:
- >”Mr. Anon.”
- “…”
- >”It’s me.”
- >Butterscotch mildly taps the back of your easel.
- >Just like her to not show herself.
- “Is that you Butterscotch?”
- >”Yes.”
- “I can’t… I can’t see you.”
- >”I’m behind your easel, Mr. Anon.”
- “How do I know it’s really you?”
- >Butterscotch squeaks in annoyance, peeking her head from behind your easel, her eyes nervously avoiding your own.
- “Oh, Butterscotch! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
- >Her face is scrunched, her antennae are sticking straight up, and her cheeks are a reddish color.
- >Keep playing it cool, Mr. Anon.
- >You got this handled.
- >This already the longest conversation you’ve had with the mare.
- >Things can only go up from here.
- >”I have been told that you have a smoothie for me.”
- “That… may be true.”
- >”Why is that true?”
- “Err….”
- >You put your pencils down.
- >”W-why did you buy me a smoothie?”
- “Uh… you see….”
- >Butterscotch scrunches her face again.
- >This would be really cute if you didn’t feel like you were about to get verbally reamed.
- “I just always see you head in there. I figured I’d surprise you with-“
- >”Are y-you spying on me!?”
- “N-no! That’s not it at all!”
- >”Then w-what is it, M-Mr. Anon?”
- “I don’t know! I just wanted to be friendly and buy you a smoothie!”
- >She huffs and puffs, squeaking in irritation.
- >She shakes her head at you; her stout cheeks still a deep shade of red.
- >”Well… m-may I have it?”
- “Err….”
- >”The s-smoothie.”
- “Of course you can have it. I mean… I bought it for you.”
- >She squeaks loudly.
- >”That may be true… b-but next time just leave it in the shop for me!”
- “Uh…”
- >”That way it’ll stay c-cold!”
- “…so there will be a next time?”
- >Butterscotch lets out more dissatisfied squeaks, hiding her face behind your easel once more.
- >”M-Mr. Anon, please!”
- >You shrug, reaching down and picking up the tray of smoothies.
- “Here you are. One freshly made Sidewinder.”
- >”…p-pass it here.”
- “I’m sorry?”
- >”Behind the easel.”
- “You want me to hand you the smoothie...”
- >”Yes.”
- “…behind my easel?”
- >She squeaks softly.
- >”Y-yes.”
- “…”
- >”Please.”
- >You sigh and take a smoothie, offering it to Butterscotch behind your easel.
- >She quickly takes it.
- >Silence.
- >Silence….
- >Butterscotch clears her throat.
- >”I need a straw, t-too.”
- “A what?”
- >”A s-straw.”
- “A straw?”
- >”To d-drink this with.”
- “Oh yeah. Sorry.”
- >You reach back down and grab a straw for her.
- >You carefully offer it behind your easel, and she takes it immediately.
- >”T-thank you.”
- “Of course.”
- >”…”
- “…”
- >Butterscotch gives out a nervous squeak.
- “Is… everything okay?”
- >”This smoothie is good….”
- >You quickly peek over your easel.
- >Butterscotch was sitting on the ground, drinking her smoothie.
- >It looks like she was sticking around for a bit.
- >Although this whole situation played out a bit differently than previously expected, most of your goal had been achieved.
- >With the safety of the easel in between the two of you, Butterscotch was essentially spending time with you.
- >It seems like this was the only way she would be able to do it, as she clearly was still uncomfortable around you.
- >For the time being, you will postpone asking to do a sketch for her.
- >You put a straw in your Sidewinder and join her.
- >You drink a little bit of the smoothie.
- “Wow. This is quite tasty, huh?”
- >”…”
- “…”
- >”I l-love the berries they use in this….”
- >As odd as it may seem, you ARE enjoying drinking a smoothie with Butterscotch in near silence.
- >However, you begin to wonder if she had chosen to stay because she felt obligated to.
- >That thought doesn’t make you feel too good.
- “Hey, Butterscotch?”
- >She gives a soft squeak in response.
- “You don’t have to drink this with me if you don’t want to.”
- >”…
- “Like, you can go on with your evening.”
- >”I-I…”
- >You take another sip of your smoothie.
- “Rather, I don’t want you to feel indebted to me or something. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”
- >”W-why?”
- “Why what?”
- >She huffs and puffs.
- >”Why did you w-want to do something nice for me?”
- “Uh….”
- >”Y-you don’t even know me.”
- >Bingo.
- “That’s why I did it. Because I don’t know you.”
- >Butterscotch doesn’t respond.
- >You hear a bit of tapping.
- >You peek over the easel.
- >She is looking at the ground, tapping her forehooves together softly.
- >You return to your smoothie.
- >Butterscotch sighs quietly.
- >”Mr. Anon, that s-seems a bit….”
- “I know. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to offend you or anything, Butterscotch.”
- >”…”
- “I just wanted an opportunity to get to know you.”
- >The two of you sit in an awkward silence for a few minutes.
- >You put your smoothie down and pick up your pencils.
- >Might as well return to sketching.
- >You hear Butterscotch finish up her smoothie.
- >She clears her throat.
- >”Thank you f-for the smoothie, Mr. Anon.”
- “Anytime.”
- >She peeks her head from behind the easel.
- >Her face is flushed, and her eyes are darting around nervously.
- >”I-I should get going now.”
- >You opt to only give her a quick glance and smile, and return your focus on your drawing.
- >You got more than what you bargained for today.
- >Minus the drawing part.
- “Alrighty then. I hope you enjoyed your smoothie.”
- >Butterscotch squeaks quietly.
- >”B-bye, Mr. Anon.”
- “Take care.”
- >She gets up and slowly trots away.
- >After a few minutes you put your pencil down.
- >You sit back and sigh, looking intently at your work.
- >Next to your simple nightshade was a small little doodle of Butterscotch drinking a smoothie.
- >You carefully remove the sketch from your easel and pack it neatly into your private portfolio.
- >Tonight went well.
- >Tomorrow will have to be handled a bit differently.
- ~
- End of Part 1
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