Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 22:29:07 GMT -6
It was a brisk autumn day in Canterlot; neither too hot, nor too cold. There was a gentle breeze swirling through the crisp, fall air, to the delight of the students that vacated Everfree Park. It was the perfect day for sitting back and playing with plastic geckos or reading a book or just sitting on a bench and watching the time fly. Unfortunately for poor Tarantella, that was not on her agenda for the day.
With a grunt punctuating her every footstep, the ivory teen strained as she tugged at a nylon string supporting a heavy box sliding on the grass beneath her. Despite the evidence of the cool autumn air surrounding her, the sweat beading down Tarantella's forehead suggested a smoldering, triple-digit summer day. Her hands burning from the grasping the rope with all her might, she immediately threw it to the ground, rubbed her hands together and allowed herself to take a short breather before returning to her duties.
Tarantella wasn't one for school events. Normally on a day like this, she would be doing other, less strenuous things. However, once she told her mother that she'd returned to school to find a giant crater in the courtyard, her mother had insisted that she'd help raise funds to repair the damage. After all, that kind of damage could cost poor Tarantella her education!
So, with much haste, Tarantella's mother immediately packed a box full of old, unused junk to sell at the Running of the Leaves. She'd promised to help Tarantella, knowing fully well that her daughter wasn't exactly wealthy in muscle mass. But of course, she was called into work and couldn't make it, leaving the twig of a girl to carry the entire box on her lonesome.
Tarantella cursed something incoherent under her breath. She wished so bad for somebody to help, but she knew she couldn't ask. Her social strength was about on par with her physical strength, perhaps even weaker.
With a few more tugs, Tarantella tried to move the box a few more paces, but when it refused to move, she immediately took the hint and collapsed at the box's side, resting her cheeks on its cardboard exterior. "Just five minutes," she panted to herself. "Then back to work."
With a grunt punctuating her every footstep, the ivory teen strained as she tugged at a nylon string supporting a heavy box sliding on the grass beneath her. Despite the evidence of the cool autumn air surrounding her, the sweat beading down Tarantella's forehead suggested a smoldering, triple-digit summer day. Her hands burning from the grasping the rope with all her might, she immediately threw it to the ground, rubbed her hands together and allowed herself to take a short breather before returning to her duties.
Tarantella wasn't one for school events. Normally on a day like this, she would be doing other, less strenuous things. However, once she told her mother that she'd returned to school to find a giant crater in the courtyard, her mother had insisted that she'd help raise funds to repair the damage. After all, that kind of damage could cost poor Tarantella her education!
So, with much haste, Tarantella's mother immediately packed a box full of old, unused junk to sell at the Running of the Leaves. She'd promised to help Tarantella, knowing fully well that her daughter wasn't exactly wealthy in muscle mass. But of course, she was called into work and couldn't make it, leaving the twig of a girl to carry the entire box on her lonesome.
Tarantella cursed something incoherent under her breath. She wished so bad for somebody to help, but she knew she couldn't ask. Her social strength was about on par with her physical strength, perhaps even weaker.
With a few more tugs, Tarantella tried to move the box a few more paces, but when it refused to move, she immediately took the hint and collapsed at the box's side, resting her cheeks on its cardboard exterior. "Just five minutes," she panted to herself. "Then back to work."
