prissy_hooves | 1st Dress

[It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and the Liebert residence on Hastings Boulevard has just gotten itself a new pet. There is suddenly a doghouse in the back yard where there wasn't one before, its new occupant just waking up from her beauty sleep as a cute squeaky yawning sound emanates from the structure. Of course, the voice isn't cute for very long, because once its owner realizes she's not in her bed anymore, the next sound out of that doghouse is a shrill, piercing scream.]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

[Waking up in a new place is always a rather disorienting experience, especially when you're used to pampered comforts. And then there's the dirt to consider. Rarity comes tearing out of the doghouse like she's just seen a ghost, but doesn't make it very far before the rope anchoring her pulls her back. Frowning at her surroundings and at the dirt and dust on her beautiful coat, Rarity decides that the best course of action is to complain loudly until someone notices her.]

What is the meaning of this? Where am I? This is certainly no way to treat a lady! Tied up to whatever this miniature house is supposed to be with a piece of rope, like a common pack mule! And no floor inside whatsoever! It will take hours to get all of this dirt out of my hooves, to say nothing of the mess it's made of my mane!

[She huffs a little, shaking her head in dismay before appearing to calm down some.]

Well. First things first, then. Let's take care of this rope.

[Rarity closes her eyes for a moment in concentration, but they soon shoot wide open in shock.]

My magic! What's happened to my magic? Is my horn all right?

[Lifting a hoof, she feels around on her forehead for a moment or two. Unfortunately, the horn which typically adorns it is conspicuously missing.]

My horn! They've taken my horn! What manner of savages are responsible for this?

[And she's just going to continue struggling against her restraint while shouting indignantly at whoever's unlucky enough to be passing by. Knotwork isn't a skill that's typically practiced by proper high-class ladies such as herself, so Rarity's a bit stuck for the moment.]

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['My Lady!' Guy's definitely getting on Rarity's good side quickly.]

Please, call me Rarity. Or 'Lady Rarity,' if you must.

[Her tone, of course, is heavily implying that she'd definitely prefer the latter. But politeness~]

Lady Rarity then! I apologize for the treatment you were just given.

Do you know who's responsible for this? I'd like to give them a piece of my mind. This is an absolutely reprehensible way to treat a newcomer!

[Tilting her head to the side, Rarity blinks a little as she looks around, really taking in her surroundings for the first time.]

...Speaking of which, where is this place? It certainly looks to be a long way from Ponyville.

I do not but I do know the name of this place. It is called Mayfield.

Mayfield, you say?

[Looking around... considering...]

Well, I suppose it has a certain 'small town' sort of charm to it.

I am a little hesitant to say that. Many dangers exist here so please do not let down your guard.

Dangers? But it seems so peaceful here.

Now, perhaps. Please do not be fooled.

All I see at the moment is a dangerous lack of style. Every house looks the same! What sort of design aesthetic is that supposed to be?

I....do not know, Lady Rarity.

A bad one, that's what kind it is! I think I'm beginning to understand why I was brought here.

Why were you brought here?

Why, to teach this place a thing or two about fashion, of course.

If that is what you wish to do, then I will support you on your efforts, Lady Rarity.

Wonderful! I'll need a new model, after all. I've only ever made clothes for ponies before, but I'm up to the challenge!

W-Wait! Making clothing?

Yes, of course! What did you think I was talking about?

I do not know b-but I doubt I would be a good model for clothing.

Now, dear, that isn't true at all! We just have to find out what your style is! Everyone has it in them somewhere!

I usually wear hand sewn, home made clothing so....

There's nothing quite like hoof-stitched, is there? I should be able to accommodate that easily enough.

W-Wait! There is no need!

Now, now, I insist! It's the least I can do to repay you for assisting me just now.

[ooooh that I word.]

...o-okay.

It's settled, then! Just leave it all to Rarity!

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