>The ball is the source of a fierce battle, feets darting to wrestle it away from the opponent’s in what seems like an intricate dance.
>There is a raw beauty to it in your eyes, an almost entrancing ebb and flow.
>Breeze lightly tousling your cerise hair, you let out a contented breath, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon light piercing through the trees’ canopy.
>”Earth to Scootaloo, come in Scootaloo!” says Sweetie Belle, irritation clear in her voice as she wildly waves a hand in front of your face.
>With a surprised blink at the wide gesture, you finally snaps out of you rêverie.
>Regretfully tearing your eyes away from the group of kids playing soccer, you turn your attention back to the prim girl sitting in on the other side of the park’s café table.
“Uh, sorry S.B., I got-”
>”-distracted again?” Sweetie Belle finishes with a gentle smile before casting a disapproving glance toward the kids responsible for the distraction.
>They continue their game, heedless of the older girl’s attention, shouting merrily as they run on the grass after the ball.
>As if they had ignored her on purpose, she closes her eyes in annoyance before letting out a dainty yet dismissive huff.
>Her, composure regained, she opens them anew to look a her “pet project”, the biggest challenge of her young life so far.
>Only to find said project’s attention has drifted again, a cursory glance revealing the new recipient to be a dog fetching a frisbee this time.
>Heaving a prolonged sigh, the fair-skinned girl adopts her best lecturing tone in what seems a fairly decent imitation of Miss Cheerilee if you’re any judge.
>Patient and caring but firm at the same time, the kind of tone your teacher always seems to use whenever the two of you, along with Apple Bloom, get a bit too zealous in your endeavors.