Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 15:18:50 GMT -6
Reed Valour. She had heard the name somewhere before, probably around town or something... but she liked to imagine that it came straight out of a fairy tale. In her mind, it conjured images of valiant knights, stallions of honor and bravery who swept in and stole the hearts of maidens all across Equestria. He would be a handsome pegasus, yes, strong and sweet but just a little distant sometimes. And maybe he'd even carry a proper sword! Bon Bon giggled despite herself, looking down off the bridge and trying not to swing her hooves. It was so stupid, she hadn't even met her date yet, and here she was going off on girlish fancies about what the mystery stallion might be. (It was probably a stallion, she figured—Reed wasn't a terribly feminine name. But she had signed down for both.) She knew he probably wasn't going to meet up to those lofty little dreams, and it wasn't fair to expect him to. But for now... for these few moments of mystery she had left, why shouldn't she dream? It wasn't every day you stood by a bridge in the early evening, waiting for a mysterious pony to come sweep you off your hooves. With a little effort to come back to reality, Bon Bon checked her reflection in the water. Mane and tail, check—she'd spent the better part of an hour getting her curls just that right balance of soft yet springy. Coat... mostly check. She tried to get as much of the sugar-smell out as she could, and a light floral perfume should cover up what remained, but there was only so much she could do. The scent of sweets was pretty much sunken into her skin at this point. Dress, very check. It was a little satiny red number with black trim and buttons, and a neat bow at her throat... first time wearing it, and hopefully not the last. It complemented the cream of her coat beautifully. (Her earrings were clip-ons, but if she was doing her job right he wouldn't be staring at her ears anyway.) And just a hint of pink makeup around the eyes, to match half her mane. A sigh escaped her lips. She looked as good as she was ever going to. Now, the rest was all up to her personality. She couldn't afford to be boring; it was a blind date, after all, there was nothing stopping him from just getting up and walking away if she wasn't interesting enough or pretty enough or— "No," she firmly told the river. "Don't get all insecure on me now, filly. You wanted this and you got it. You're gorgeous. You're funny. And you're gonna blow his buckin' socks off. Get it? Got it? Good!" ... And after a short moment of reflection, her cheeks started to grow hot. A quick glance over each shoulder told her probably nopony had heard her little pep-talk-slash-insane-rambling, but... well. Ears everywhere. It was almost time for them to meet now. The sunlight was gradually fading away as streelights flickered to live across Ponyville, bathing the roads and bridges in the dim honey-orange light of dusk. The plan was to meet up on the cobblestone bridge and walk to a lovely little riverside dinner, where they had reservations. Hopefully, candle-lit reservations, since it *was* February, and it would be getting dark soon. Not that supper in the dark was so bad, but they were by the river, and candles kept the mosquitoes away. Bon Bon glanced toward a street-clock. 6:29 p.m. He should be here any second now. She tried to swallow down the last of her nerves, squared her shoulders, then loosened them, and put on as mellow and sultry a look as she could manage. And her little deception might've worked, too, if she just could stop rocking her weight nervously from foreleg to hindleg. Oooh, I just wish he'd get here already... |