(Moth) Lamp's Little Light

>Day Light in Dust Valley.
>You are Little Light.
>The most lovable, kindest, happiest, best moth in all of Dust Valley Central.
>And it's time to run off and meet the newest addition to the village: Lamp.
>From what Squeak has told you, she just moved from Dust Valley East.
>She said Lamp makes lampshades for ponies, like some kind of weird fashion thing, and she wanted to get a shop started up around here.
>As you run upstairs from Squeak's basement, she stops you.
>"Squeak?"
"I'm going to meet Lamp."
>"Squeak!"
"I'll be careful! It's not like we have anything to worry about."
>"Squeak."
"I meant the dragons. You know Virgo and the rest of the hunters are keeping us safe from anything that breaks past them.
>Squeak just grumbles as you leave the house.
>She's too worried about you.
>It's not like there's anything to actually worry about.
>No one in Dust Valley does anything bad.
>Everyone is nice to one another, and they all work in harmony.
>As you trot through the village, you wave to every moth you pass.
>All of them.
>Especially Butterscotch.
>She's the nicest.
>Not Hexferry though.
>She's mean.
>Everytime you wave at her, she blushes and calls you something like "baklava."
>It's weird.
>"Hey, kid! Where're you going?"
>You stop in your tracks.
"To meet Lamp!"
>Virgo trots up to you and laughs casually.
>"Ah, she's nothin' special. Cute as a button, but not my type, surprisingly."
"I thought everyone was your type."
>"Nah, my type's more Hexferry, or Goldie, or Caramel."
"Or Squeak?"
>"Or Squeak."
>The corners of your mouth turn up into a smile.
>Virgo stops acting cool and glares at you.
>"No. You stop that. Both of you stop that."
"But she really likes you!"
>"I don't do the whole 'crushing stallions' heads like watermelons' thing she's so into."
"She just does that to show off for you!"
>He shoots you another dirty look before walking away.

>Continuing on your way, you arrive at the Dust Bin.
>Squeak doesn't normally let you hang out in there, but today is different.
>Lamp is there.
>You barge through the front door with a large smile on your face.
>As everyone turns to look at you, you immediately start looking for Lamp.
>She is not hard to find.
>After all, she is the only moth in the bin that is glowing.
>Literally glowing.
>She turns to look at you and pulls a string that hangs from her lampshade hat.
>The light turns off.
>She hops off of her barstool and approaches you.
>The two of you stand in the middle of the open floor.
>Without a word, she looks you over, tilts her head, and sucks her teeth.
>She sits on her haunches and reaches up to take her lampshade off.
>She places it on your head and pulls the string.
>You light up.
>"Perfect."
"I think it's perfect too! My name's Little Light, I'm so excited to meet you, and -"
>She places a hoof over your mouth.
>"Lamp. Shh."
>She smiles.
>You smile.
>It was love at first light.