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Chasing Away The Nightmares ~Woken in the middle of the night by a high-pitched squeal, Rarity goes to investigate and finds her sister curled up in bed crying.
“Sweetie Belle…?” Rarity frowns as she steps into the filly’s room.
“I… I had a bad dream!” Sweetie Belle moans, wiping the tears from her tired eyes.
“Again?” Rarity sighs, giving her sister a sympathetic look. Bringing a comforting smile to her muzzle, Rarity clops over, climbing up onto the bed. “It’s alright, Sweetie, there’s nothing to worry about. Rarity’s here.”
The older mare wriggles under the covers beside her, wrapping her in a warm hug and nuzzling the top of her head. Her horn begins to glow softly like a nightlight, dispelling the shadows and the imaginary monsters that lurk within them. Sweetie Belle cuddles close to her big sister, the tears on her cheek glinting in the light.
“I’m sorry I woke you up…”
“Don’t be silly,” Rarity replies, stroking the scared filly’s mane. Quietly, she whispers the first notes of a lullaby, the same one their mother used to sing when Sweetie was still just a baby. Sweetie Belle buries her face in Rarity’s chest, listening to her sister’s rhythmic heartbeat. She smiles weakly as Rarity chases the nightmares away.
“Hush now, quiet now, it’s time to lay your sleepy head…”A fresh attempt at playing with shadows and light. I wasn’t sure how this one would turn out, but after a fair bit of tweaking, I’m very happy with the finished resultMy Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is property of Hasbro and fyre-flye
I mean one…
Three…
hngg
i love motherly/sisterly rarity.
Woken in the middle of the night by a high-pitched squeal, Rarity goes to investigate and finds her sister curled up in bed crying.
“Sweetie Belle…?” Rarity frowns as she steps into the filly’s room.
“I… I had a bad dream!” Sweetie Belle moans, wiping the tears from her tired eyes.
“Again?” Rarity sighs, giving her sister a sympathetic look. Bringing a comforting smile to her muzzle, Rarity clops over, climbing up onto the bed. “It’s alright, Sweetie, there’s nothing to worry about. Rarity’s here.”
The older mare wriggles under the covers beside her, wrapping her in a warm hug and nuzzling the top of her head. Her horn begins to glow softly like a nightlight, dispelling the shadows and the imaginary monsters that lurk within them. Sweetie Belle cuddles close to her big sister, the tears on her cheek glinting in the light.
“I’m sorry I woke you up…”
“Don’t be silly,” Rarity replies, stroking the scared filly’s mane. Quietly, she whispers the first notes of a lullaby, the same one their mother used to sing when Sweetie was still just a baby. Sweetie Belle buries her face in Rarity’s chest, listening to her sister’s rhythmic heartbeat. She smiles weakly as Rarity chases the nightmares away.
“Hush now, quiet now, it’s time to lay your sleepy head…”