Post by samcats on Mar 23, 2017 19:42:55 GMT
Night barely reacted when Pixel sneezed, simply twitching her ear. She listened calmly as the pegasus reminisced about her friends in the orphanage. The black mare didn't remember Pixel saying anything about being an orphan, although she could vaguely recall the pegasus saying something about having a caretaker. It was one of those few rare moments that Night actually acknowledged how lucky she was. She'd grown up in Canterlot with two rich parents and an adorable younger brother, had gone to Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns and had her dream job. It was why she never talked about herself too much.
When Pixel commented on the unicorn's sleeping, she paused, using the broom for balance and glancing at her friend. How long was I asleep? She wondered for a moment before returning to sweeping. However long it was, it was enough to give me some energy, if only a little.
Somewhere along the lines, Night heard something about 'hardcore'. She froze up, staring at Pixel. She had first heard the word from Star, when she had been talking about some music. Later on the black mare had come to associate it with the way Sherbet acted when mad about something. Suddenly fearing for her own life, Night gripped the broom tighter and walked slowly backwards, deciding the clean further backstage instead of near the curtains. When she began to hear the soft sound of music coming from headphones with the volume turned way too high, the unicorn decided it would be best to just avoid the areas that Pixel was cleaning and stick to her own instead.
When Pixel commented on the unicorn's sleeping, she paused, using the broom for balance and glancing at her friend. How long was I asleep? She wondered for a moment before returning to sweeping. However long it was, it was enough to give me some energy, if only a little.
Somewhere along the lines, Night heard something about 'hardcore'. She froze up, staring at Pixel. She had first heard the word from Star, when she had been talking about some music. Later on the black mare had come to associate it with the way Sherbet acted when mad about something. Suddenly fearing for her own life, Night gripped the broom tighter and walked slowly backwards, deciding the clean further backstage instead of near the curtains. When she began to hear the soft sound of music coming from headphones with the volume turned way too high, the unicorn decided it would be best to just avoid the areas that Pixel was cleaning and stick to her own instead.