Boo. I've come back from the grave to write plus aléatoire things. Seriously, this time. I believe I've improved as a writer, after several stories a few dozen poems and about ten écriture classes. So, let's see how this goes.
A slender but sturdy orange mare bucked her hind legs, her hooves thumping into a tree. Apples fell like rain, overflowing the buckets and coaxing a smile. A few feet away, a canary-coated mare flinched, letting out a squeak. "It- it's very l-loud..." She mumbled, cheeks pink. The orange mate laughed. "Of course it is, Fluttershy. All hard work produces noise." The mare's voice carried hints of the south, an accent that was both soothing and exciting to the Pegasus mare. Flicking her straw-colored mane to the side, the southern-sounding female sighed. "Who-ee. I'm ready for a drink. Ya want anythin', Sugarcube?"
The other poney started. "O-oh, um, yes. I-I mean, if it's not a bother, and if there's enough. B-but toi can--" the other mare's chuckling cut over her. "Sugar, I've told toi time and time again, ya need to stop thinking you're a burden. Ah like your company, darlin'." The paler of the two blushed. "T-thank toi pomme Jack."
AJ hummed leading the way to the house. "Oh, and Sugarcube?"
The earth poney broke into a fond smile. "You're sweet as cider."
Gomennasai, it's short. But, I think that that's all I needed to write for them. Short sweet and to the point, like AJ. If it's good, please let me know. Writers l’amour l’amour l’amour praise. Thank you!