Sunshine, Serenity, and Socks.
Serenity. In and of itself, the word is an evocative catalyst, drawing from the mind vivid images of grassy fields, blue skies, babbling brooks and generally pleasant images. That said, it could be argued that at this moment in time, Silver Spoon lay passive in the epicenter of all that is serene or rather, that she was one drop of nirvana shy of such a perfect state. Acres of rolling, lush green grass tickled her underbelly, providing both a delectable and picturesque grazing pasture. Where the pasture ended, a quiet beauteous river, rivaled in its pure azure complexion only by the sky itself, took the lead in this waltz of the eye, its gentle currents, lazily ushering families of geese and other waterfowl along the banks. It was the kind of setting that graces the wet-dreams of landscape painters with the delicacy of a butterfly, and Silver Spoon had it all to herself. Not another pony in sight for miles, and therein lay the problem.
Reaching into her saddle bags, she procured a silver pocketwatch and popped it open with no delay. 1:37PM, it read, her brow furrowing deeply in dismay. "She's late,"the irate filly grumbled, swatting the seeds from a nearby dandelion. The novelty of her surroundings had worn off half an hour ago, and each passing second of isolation transformed the world around her from a pristine meadow into a bog of frustration. After all, what good was paradise without somepony to spend it with?
With a sigh, she began to entertain the notion of just returning home early for no reason other than teaching the other party a lesson in the importance of punctuality. However, that train of thought found itself derailed before it could even depart as a high-pitched voice cracked through the air. "Silver Spoon!" the voice squeaked.
Silver Spoon turned toward the source of the voice, greeting the swiftly approaching unicorn with an unamused, flat expression; she hated to be kept waiting, even if the pony making her wait had a smile like sunshine given form.
Sweetie Belle on the otherhoof, slid to a halt, and began to grovel almost immediately, forsaking reprieve from her spent body in favor of forgiveness from a filly scorned. "Silver Spoon, I'm so, so sorry for being late! Please forgive me!" she panted through the burning in her lungs.
Silver Spoon said nothing, instead choosing to let her piercing gaze speak volumes for her while Sweetie Belle's body succumbed to the effects of overexertion. "Hmm..." she stalled, teasing at the now hyper-ventilating unicorn's anxiousness.
"Please, Silvy?" Sweetie Belle begged.
"I don't know, I was about to go home..." Silver Spoon pouted, turning away.
"Don't go!" Sweetie Belle seized Silver Spoon's hoof. "I'll make it up to you!"
Silver Spoon's ears perked up. "Oh, really?" She smirked, raising a challenging eyebrow to Sweetie Belle. "How?"
Sweetie Belle hadn't expected Silver Spoon to one-eighty so quickly. "Well... umm... I brought us a picnic..." With unsteady hooves, she dropped her saddlebags from around her waist, and began digging through their contents. She produced a few store bought pastries, a vine of surprisingly uncrushed grapes, a few milk cartons and a jar holding what appeared to be a viscous, smoldering mess of liquefied ash. Silver Spoon would be later shocked to learn that the ashen-like substance in the jar was allegedly a salad that Sweetie Belle prepared herself.
"It's a start..." Silver Spoon said, a note of expectancy evident in her voice.
Sweetie Belle took the hint and began racking her mind for more ways to butter Silver Spoon up. At that moment, an especially spicy prospect Twiddling her hooves Sweetie Belle began to sputter, “I...I could... you know... maybe... I mean if you’d let me...”
Intrigued, Silver Spoon rose an eyebrow as Sweetie Belle fumbled for words. “Yes?”
“...if you’d let me feed you grapes while you lay on my lap?” Sweetie Belle finished sheepishly, her cheeks flushing a dangerous scarlet.
Drinking in the skittish reaction like it were a fine wine, Silver Spoon tapped her chin in thought. “Well, that does sound nice...” she said, her voice once again lacking any real finality; she was going to milk this situation for all it was worth.
Sweetie Belle chewed her lower lip nervously as she contemplated some sort of deal sealing last resort. Her eyes shifted to a particular pocket on her saddlebags and the articles that lay within. “Well...” she fished a hoof into the pocket. “I’ve got... t-these.” Shyly hiding her face behind her mane, she withdrew two pairs of pink-and-purple striped socks and held them out for Silver Spoon’s scrutiny.
Silver Spoon had to fight to hide her astonished delight at such bold proposal. Being fed grapes was one thing, but for Sweetie Belle to proposition socks in recompense for her lateness? “Apology accepted,” Silver Spoon said smugly, pleased that her little charade had paid off. But regardless, there was still something off about her swirly-maned marshmallow of a companion. It was as though the unicorn were hiding something. “Something wrong?”
“Well, the thing is...I kind of brought some for you too.” Sweetie Belle produced another four socks from the bag, their striped color scheme reminiscent of the intended wearer’s metallic coat and its natural complement of baby blue. Silver Spoon’s mouth, once curled up in a foxy little grin, now hung agape. “Y-you don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to! I mean I just brought them in case—” Sweetie Belle found herself swiftly hushed as Silver Spoon hesitantly took the socks and turned away, cheeks reddening.
After a moment of awkward silence Silver Spoon finally spoke. “You’re still feeding me grapes you know,” she huffed. Sweetie Belle’s eyes lit up. “N-now t-turn around so I can put these silly things on.”
“Sure.” Sweetie Belle turned away as per Silver Spoon’s request, and began putting her own socks. It tickled slightly as she gently pulled the first of the socks snugly over her hindhooves, only to find that the article was just a smidge too spacious to be form fitting. She silently cursed herself for not having used a mannequin when she was crocheting them a night prior. Still, flawed final product or not, they had come out mostly correct, which was surprising considering how many failures and spools of wool had been scrapped in the process.
Sweetie Belle quickly pulled on the other three ill-fitting socks and stood up to see the damage. She pranced in place to get a feel for the material, finding that the thick wool felt foreign yet somehow pleasant on her hooves. Satisfied with the fruits of her labors, she turned around to find Silver Spoon nervously rubbing her foreleg with her freshly adorned garments.
“S-so, what do you think? Do they look good on me?” she asked, nervously pawing at the ground, doing her best to avoid eye contact.
“Mhmm.” Sweetie Belle hummed, her eyes dancing delightedly over the sight of Silver Spoon’s snug-fitting socks
“Mmmmf!” Flustered, Silver Spoon puffed her cheeks out. “Stop looking at me like that!” She swiftly turned her nose up to hide her embarrassment. “It’s not like I like wearing these or anything...”
“Of course not,” Sweetie Belle chuckled, rolling her eyes.
“Anyway, it’s time for you to make good on your promise.” Silver Spoon nudged the bushel of grapes forward with her nose.
Retiring to her haunches, Sweetie Belle scooped up the grapes in one socked-hoof and patted the grass next to her thigh with the other, an invitation the pewter pony didn’t hesitate to accept. Sauntering over to claim her place on the grass, Silver Spoon wasted no time resting her head on the lap provided, nuzzling into the warmth of her better half’s cream-white coat in the manner that a foal would welcome their mother’s bosom.
Sweetie Belle beamed down at the amourous earthpony, giving the silver mane a compassionate stroke before plucking a single grape from its perch on the stem. With steady patient hooves, she brought the grape to Silver Spoon’s mouth, but didn’t drop it. “Say ahh, Silvy.”
The ludicrous request was met with an appropriately flat frown. “You can’t be serious.”
“Ahhh...” Sweetie Belle insisted.
SIlver Spoon sighed and shook her head, but ultimately ceded to Sweetie Belle’s demands. “Ahhh.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Sweetie Belle popped the grape into Silver Spoon’s mouth before her metallic-maned muse could offer any blade-tongued rhetoric in return.
The grape, having delivered its sweet juicy payload in one glorious burst, had gone just as quickly as it arrived, thus leaving Silver Spoon wanting for more. “Can I have another?”
“He-he, of course,” Sweetie Belle said, plucking another one of the fruits before dropping it promptly into SIlver Spoon’s mouth, fuss-free to Silver Spoon’s relief. The two carried on in relative peace and autonomy— Sweetie Belle cycling through the finite amount of grapes while admiring Silver Spoon, who was enjoying every second of the pampering— until one of the fruits slipped from her hoof, tucking itself behind Silver Spoon’s ears.
“Hey...” Silver Spoon whined lazily.
“Sorry, Silvy, let me get that.” The unicorn craned her neck down to retrieve the grape with her mouth, but was completely unprepared for Silver Spoon’s reaction as her wooly socks brushed past the earthpony’s ear.
“H-hey, that tickles!”
Sweetie Belle cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re ticklish, huh?”
“Sweetie Belle? What are you doing? Stop... Stop! Stop! Kyahahaha! That tickles, that tickles! Ahahaha— cut that ou— ahaha!”
Sweetie Belle’s tickle assault was met with much resistance which only served to invigorate the unicorn’s efforts. Pushing, shoving and rolling with all her might, Silver Spoon found herself unable escape from Sweetie Belle’s tummy-seeking hooves, though her efforts managed to relocate the conflict down a small hill where the pair rolled head-over-hooves until they hit the bottom. Once Silver Spoon’s orientation caught back up with her, she was less than pleased to find herself once pinned between the legs of her tickle happy unicorn.
“Hey, Sweetie Belle?”
“Yes?”
“Could you get off of me, please?”
“Mmm...” Sweetie Belle playfully tapped a hoof to her chin before coming back with a simple, “Nope.”
“No? What do you mean ‘no’?”
Sweetie Belle said nothing, instead choosing to let silence and her bedroom eyes convey the change in intention.
“Umm... Sweetie, Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” Sweetie Belle asked, playing her hoof at oblivity.
“Like... like that.”
“You mean like... this?” Sweetie Belle inched her face closer to Silver Spoon’s, close enough to the point that they could feel their breath on eachother’s lips.
“Yes,” Silver Spoon giggled nervously. “Like— mmmf!”
Sweetie Belle would never know the end of that sentence as she darted forward, selfishly stealing the lips of its constructor with her own.
The End.
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Yay, you made it into a story!
that was just *couch magically appears* *rarity faint*
SilverBelle...yesssssssssss
Must read! And since it's by YA, I'm expecting a great read. 
Yes. This was totally worth sharing with others outside the blog.
YYYEEEAAAHHHH!!!!
2867284 very much so, I agree.
She said the tsundere line!
People, there's no need to downvote this guy for expressing legitimate criticism. I appreciate it, and it should not be viewed as an attack on the author.
2867640 I'm going to go ahead and decline writing a re-edit, because no. The criticism itself has certainly been noted. I've often mulled over the implications of using a larger vocabulary in my writing and the answer I've settled on is: If I dumb down my wording it would be the equivalent of beating the blade of my knife with a rock. Sophistication and stylistics are the hallmarks of the English language. To deny either for the sake of simplicity is not only backwards thinking, but it's also a backhand to the language I so love.
Now as for the legitimacy and applicability of your criticism, I, like most people, require some sort of a resume which I take in the form of your track record on fimfiction or on the forum I happen to be posting in at the time. A glance at your profile shows that you registered this month and unimpressive story rating ratio. Couple that with the gratuitous typos in your initial assessment and I have to apologize, but I don't think you should be giving me advice for succeeding just yet.
Loathe,
Your Antagonist
2868724
Dyslexia for the win!
Just it let you know sweetie belle, you can feed me grapes anytime.
2868728
I don't really care what the story's vocabulary is. This is just a side note. In my opinion, as a language, English kinda sucks. It's really hard to learn compared to a lot of other languages. It's because for every rule regarding grammar, there are just about as many exceptions as there are words/phrases that actually follow it! I'm exaggerating, but I think my point is pretty clear. And a lot of words are spelled really strangely, like bologna. I know a lot of words come from Latin or other languages, but if you're going to use it in your language, make it follow your rules! Also I've always felt that we don't really need some letters. C is unnecessary. Any sound it makes can also be made with a k or an s. Same with x and q. I'm kind of going off on a tangent, here, but I would like more people to think about this, and it doesn't really come up in conversation very often. I just really hate it when people try to over-complicate things for no good reason.
Meh, at least it's not the Chinese alphabet...
2869509
Stop. Stop right there. No. You're wrong. You are so, so wrong. You are, in fact, so wrong that you are left, because there is no way in hell you will ever be right. Here's why: no other language in the world, has the word "Fuck" or any word that can even rival the power or versatility of the word "Fuck". Educate yourself.
As for the allegedly unnecessary letters, K and C are similar but the two are not mutually exclusive. K does not wield the same range of annunciation as C. My evidence being the word chocolate. To spell it khokolate changes the sound drastically, and when you pronounce it with that spelling it sounds like the speaker has an extra chromosome and is trying to say the proper word with a cock in their mouth. We need these extra letters so we don't sound like we have a cock in our mouths.
Versatility, variety, and vividity. Such is what makes the English language awesome.
Loathe,
Your Antagonist
Good day to you sir.
2869536
The word fuck aside (which is undeniably among the best points anyone could make about anything ever), English really is pretty dumb. And if the letter c didn't exist, the letter k could easily take on the role that c would in a word like chocolate. It seems so wrong to us now because we've always known it to be spelled using a c, but if we'd grown up with k making that sound when combined with h, it would be unnatural to spell it with c. It makes no difference how c is used. It can be replaced in pretty much any situation. And really, if it bugged people so much, ch has such a different sound from either c or h, that it could get its own, entirely new letter. Maybe we could replace ch with just c, and any other place where c is used would be replaced with k or s. So "chocolate ice cream" would now be spelled "cokolate ise kream." It looks pretty silly to us now, but if had been that way to begin with, it would be totally fine, and honestly, a bit more logical. There's no need to have letters making the same sound as other letters, else they wouldn't be different letters at all.
2869509 Compared to which language exactly is english hard to learn? I mean, it is said that every drunk can understand another drunk, no matter where they are from, but I don't think you were going in that direction.
The english language is one of the most finely crafted tools to describe any situation and emotional range in perfect and pristine detail. Name one other language with the sheer number of adverbs and adjective and the subtle nuances that make each and everyone unique.
...
Please.
I've not only got some critique for this short piece, but it'd involve that general critique of your prose methods that I mentioned a month or two back. You interested?
Silver Belle.
My OTP for these characters.
By one of my fave authors.
Yyyyyyeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!
Read and thor-aough-ly enjoid.
2869573 Let's see... Latin, Spanish, and most Asian languages come to mind.
Edit: Alright, maybe not Latin. Latin's close, but it might not be up to your standards. Also, the languages of German and Italian just entered my mind.
2869536 Could you teach a writing class, or something? I would love to be able to speak the way you do.
You goddamn cock tease. I will remember this day, and I shall make you rue it! Rue it, I say!
2870918 Have you actually learned any of these languages? Because I have. I'm german and I did latin, english and spanish. Bit of dutch on the side, because there was this girl... but anyway, I've had to subject myself to learning all that. And I found english to be the most fluent and easy to learn langauge. You have no genus, for example. Makes gaining a vocabulary so much easier. Then there are the irregular verbs, but thats about the only exception to the rule. Really can't see your point there.
2869573
It's not that English doesn't have an insane amount of words that can be used to describe just about any situation. It does, but it's so hard to learn because of all the exceptions we have for rules that have been set. Take "i before e" for example. The common phrase is "I before e except after c." Even without the unnecessary exception made for when the two letters come after c, there are still even more exceptions. the word "conscience" has i coming before e, yet they're both after c, so there are even exceptions to the exceptions. There are also cases where e comes before i anyway, even if no c is present in the word. This generally applies to words where the ei makes an "ay" sound, but there are other cases, too. "Weird" is a good example. If so many things aren't going to follow a rule, then why bother setting them. English has great potential because of it's incredible vocabulary, but it disobeys itself so often, that a lot of people find it hard to learn. If you look like a language like Spanish, you'll find a lot fewer exceptions, and if you hadn't been speaking English your entire life, chances are Spanish would have come much easier for you.
2871240 Because language isn't computer code. That's also in written in programming languages that have to adhere to every single rule, since without it the stupid machines won't work. Human beings aren't machines, which is the only answer I can give. Language evolve and evolution is messy. But in there also lies the beauty, the ever shifting nature of language itself. Words change their meaining, complexity is simplified and vice versa. This means that on occasion rules are bent, because it makes more sense in the eye of the beholer... or rather his ear.
Without this lack of a static construct, we wouldn't have all those marvellous accents, expression that only someone from town x can understand, etc..
I only started learning english when I was about thirteen years old. I really started learning the language when I was introduced to Monty Python, South Park and other marvels of comedy. English, as well as spanish, I had to learn from scratch, the only languages I commanded at the time were german and latin. This being said, I found it so much easier to learn english, despite the frequent exceptions to rules. Somehow they still felt natural to me... it's hard to explain. :)
2871084
I was referencing this part, not the easy-to-learn part.
2871653 Fine. German... well. We have the somewhat unique ability to form new words by just chaining other substantives together. While that would allow for an infinite number of new words, it still means that we use the preexisting ones as parts. I write, not pony, but I write. And eventhough english isn't my first language, I settled on it as the perfect language to write my book. I've spoken german for eleven years more, but I still find it wanting.
Sounds like a beautiful place
Wait, SilverBelle?
Written by Your Antagonist!?
UNREAD!?
I must fix this abhorrence of nature.
...
Well...Where's my insulin?
Loved it. Now if only you'd write some TwiLee then both my favorite pairings would be covered.
There's something endearing about tsundere Silver Spoon.
"I-It's not like I want to wear these socks for you... baka."
AWWW!
2871809 I can see where you're coming from. English is a wide spread language that covers nearly everything you could think of. I speak and write in several languages, but I suppose I find English to be the language in which it is the easiest to craft a concept out of words. So, uh... not really sure why I started this debate in the first place. :x
2873718 Please don't. I will gift you three thousand Internets if you would please refrain from doing that ever again.
2876176 I WIIIIIIIIN! I WIN I WIN I WIN!
2876196
2876196 Also, I just now took notice of your profile picture, and I'm not gonna lie, I nearly coughed up a lung laughing at it. I don't know why, but that just tickles me.
I like this fic, but I love your impassioned defense of the Lingua Franca that is English. And the subject matter of Sweetie Belle have made my position on this work of fiction non-negotiable.
Faved and liked.
2871505
Of course we're not machines. We don't do things in a perfectly efficient way, and our non-machine-ness will obviously cause evolution to get weird, but if we're evolving, that should imply that we fix the things we did wrong, rather than accept them as "just the way it is." Having such an incredible amount of rule-breakers and pointless letters is wasteful, even if it isn't immediately apparent. It's like graduation invitations. When I got them for my high school graduation, they came with two envelopes, an inner and an outer. Apparently, you had to stick the invitation in one envelope and then stick THAT envelope into the second one... Why? As I found out, way back when, envelopes were a lot thinner than they are now, so much so that you could see through them, so people would use two to prevent this. Nowadays, the too-thin envelope is fixed, but people still use two because it's "tradition." That is a really stupid tradition. All it does is waste paper, adhesive, and time. English is wasteful as well, wasting mostly time and energy trying to learn which words actually follow a rule and which don't. Just the fact that this argument started shows that, indirectly, the exceptions have wasted some peoples' time. And since we are not machines that can be fixed even when all the pieces are scattered across the room, we have a very limited supply of time.So deep...That's what she said... We'll never be perfect, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't strive to be. Maybe saying English sucks was a little harsh, but it's still very flawed, and it deserves to be fixed.
That all being said, I have to give you props for having picked the perfect thing to contrast language with, as I plan on being a software designer. I was freaked out for a second because I didn't remember talking about coding and stuff, and wasn't sure how you knew me so well... Outside of the internet, I talk about it a LOT.
Got a little... aroused~
2879256 You mention evolution. That, by and large, is a whole bunch of mistakes being made. Most of those cause death, deformity leading to death, something else that's also bad and even things that are worse! Nevertheless some mistakes turn out to be improvements of the core concept and that is evolution happening.
One could therefore argue that a language which is devoid of any opportunities to make mistakes is dead and thusly incapable of evolving, adapting and changing for the better, or at least for the different. The slew of proverbial tripwires automatically leads us to make mistakes, until said mistakes become the norm and a new rule is created or an old one is adapted. But, and that's the important bit, it has to come naturally. Change, especially in something as elementary as language, cannot be enforced. It has to happen gradually and as a direct consequence of our own actions. While this takes time, it is the only way that works. You can make new, simplified rules, but that won't stop people from doing whatever the hell they like.
If I may weigh in this conversation...
English truly is the hardest language to learn. It has so many rules but also breaks some many of it's own. You have to learn it step-by-step, pacing along, and you find you occasionally don't retain some of what you learned. Or, at least, that is what I've found. Most descriptive words I don't use enough, and I find them dropping like flies. Being an American, I also know we have one of the more confusing dialects of English, commonly referred to as "American English" or just "American."
Latin, Spanish, and what little I've learned of German, however, seems much easier. The rules are mostly uniform, and the words are very familiar. I find myself able to hear a word and pick it up in a snap. And the word "fuck?" Trust me, Latin has many many many more colorful words. Enough to make a sailor blush.
English does have it's own advantages. Being made of several languages it has an excellent array of words to describe something. It also is rapidly becoming a major language in the world scene. This story is a good example of how descriptive English can be.
On a side note: I really enjoyed this, which is suprising since I'm not into Romance at all. Your choice of words did cause me to reel a bit, but you did a great job of not having it carry into the dialogue. It was cute, and while I'll never get the fascination of ponies wearing socks, it was slightly arousing. Overall, good job.
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I don't really see either side changing their views, here, so I think I'll probably stop posting pretty soon, but I still have a few more things to say.
Evolution is the result of nature trying to better itself. It makes mistakes sometimes, but it's at least trying to get better and more suited to its environment. People don't seem to want to better English aside from making up new words, so it can't really evolve in a very meaningful way. I'm not suggesting we change the entire way it's set up or anything. I'm mostly talking about the ludicrous way things are spelled sometimes and the rules that half the language doesn't even follow. It's important to note that it will NEVER be void of opportunity for mistakes. Nothing is. But we should still try to get it as close as possible. In the end, that's what evolution is. It's making an attempt to perfect something, even if the goal is entirely unattainable.
2881267 Evolution, however, is undirected. That's the whole point, what you are suggesting would be similar to breeding stock, I guess.
Changing the way some things are spelled. Well, one part of me wishes to agree with you, but that would be ignoring the etymological aspect of the debate. Words have a rich history, which can be traced back by figuring out how this word changed over time and what it used to be in ye olde days. Making one radical cut would, in a way, be like destroying some priceless antiquity.
2881540
The evolution of a language has always been directed. The invention of the language itself was directed. Any change made to any language ever was made with the intention of improving it. Bettering the spelling of words to better fit the rules set up around the language would be no different.
Even regular evolution is directed in some way. While it doesn't mean a certain species intentionally changes its anatomy, it is a form of adapting to a changing environment. The adaptations are very much influenced by what the environment throws at a species, so there's always an outside influence affecting how something evolves. In the case of language, our desire to communicate effectively would be the outside influence. If the language could do with a little simplifying, which English can, we would try to find ways to make it easier, and the language would evolve accordingly.
2881709 Indeed not. Evolution is never directed. Changing outside circumstances may lead to certain traits being prefered over others, but that is simple adaptation, not direction. These traits evolve either way, but the outisde world determines which changes actually make it past the drawing board. Look at the peppered moth. Factories were build and outside circumstances changed, but what happened there wasn't evolution, because evolution doesn't happen that quickly. Merely a recessive trait was suddenly all the rage, because those moths wouldn't be eaten anymore, so the species adapted, since the unadapted moths were all dead. Also I think we really stretched the envelope, haha, on pushing this metaphor. At some point the similarities just end.
Went a bit off on a tangent there. Anyhow: Some caveman didn't one day wake up and think 'gee whiz, today I'm totally going to invent language!' Doesn't work like that. Consider how english was spoken fivehundred years ago. Change and simplification does happen, just very, very gradually. Here in germany they reformed spelling a while ago. The end result is that now one generations does things one way, while the other one sticks to the things they know. Lots of hijinks and hilliarity result. The point I'm making is that this change must be enforced by everyone and unknowingly at that.
In Equestria, getting dressed is sexy.