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She braced herself for the outlash of words but they never came. The pale pegasus seemed to have stopped mid sentence after her rather poor explanation, looking surprised and- Wait.. was she blushing?

She was! And she was sure this wasn’t from the anger. Maybe she still had a chance to salvage the situation.

Damn, but she looked so cute blushing like that.

"Well…" the mare started once again, rubbing her arm lamely. "Yeah? I mean- you’re very pretty.” It was true. She couldn’t deny it… even if that didn’t help her feel any less creepy. Maybe she should elaborate a bit more. “I like coming to the park to draw ponies and you’re here often and you’re pretty so…”

How many times had she said she was pretty by now? Swift didn’t know she was quite THIS awkward until now.

{░▒✥}—She found herself very slowly beginning to look back up at Swift, her irritated expression melting into that of a more... starstruck one. No, no no no--she was supposed to be mad. Ponies creeping on other ponies like that was, well... creepy. But... oh, damn it all, there was something charming about this one, as much as she hated to admit it.

"I--so, you've... been drawing me all this time, I take it?" Blanca asked, her feathers ruffling a little bit out of embarrassment... and maybe some flattery. It was different, she'd never had anypony say that they thought she was pretty so they drew her. In fact, she hasn't had anypony draw her... ever. 

"Just... perching up here on this cloud of yours, drawing... me?"

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Oh no.

Were the words that crossed her mind when the other mare turned to look straight back at her with a rather displeased expression, despite the adorable blush coloring the pale cheeks.

Shit- so much for hoping not to get noticed. This was definitely not how she would have wanted to talk to the pale pegasus…. now she was going to get it.

Serves her right for creeping on other ponies-

Wait, not creeping. Observing.

The tan pegasus leaned back into her cloud, resisting the urge to hide completely behind it in an attempt to avoid the other pegasus’ completely justified wrath. She really needed to learn to stop doing that. Of course somepony calling her out on it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Oh no, what was she supposed to say now? Okay, come on, Swift. You can do this. Just- play it cool.

"I- uhm." ….okay. That could have gone better. Play it not too stupid, then. Come on, she isn’t even intimidating, look at that cute face. "N-no sorry. Just uhm- You’re pretty….?"

Sweet Celestia, what did she just say about not stupid?

{░▒✥}—The way the other pegasus shrank back into her cloud was kind of adorable. Not that she would say it aloud, however--she was supposed to be "irritated" with this girl right now, not fawning over her. Blanca, you idiot. 

Blanca narrowed her eyes up at Swift, tapping a forehoof impatiently waiting for her answer. "This had better be good, you--... wait... what?" She asked, a dumbfounded expression washing over her face. She just... called her pretty. Pretty. Out of everything she could possibly say. Pretty. 

"I--... hmph!" Oh, she was blushing bad. She could feel it, there was absolutely no hiding it now. She closed her eyes and turned her head away from the floating mare, snout stuck up high in the air. "That's the whole reason you've been watching me? I'm pretty? I... gah, I should be scolding you... but... i-it's flattering," She said, her voice lowering a great deal. "I-I'm flattered." 

She bit back the so are you half of her statement, however.

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She remembers seeing her around before. How couldn’t she? It was hard to forget such a pretty face like hers. Not that Swift was creeping or anything- don’t get her wrong, she just liked watching ponies at the park. It was an artist thing, she told herself, to watch other ponies from afar like that. Sometimes she didn’t even notice. One of the tan’s pegasus favorite past times was directly linked to that. She liked to sit on a cloud above the park and watch the ponies go by while she happily sketched away in her sketchbook. Pictures of couples, foals, trees and animals were always sure to decorate it’s pages by the end of a thoroughly relaxing afternoon. It was perfect. And, coincidently, that’s what the pegasus was doing now. She laid on a low floating cloud, watching as the mare entered her line of vision, looking as pretty as she did the last time Swift saw her, knitting a scarf by one of the park’s trees. She wondered if she had noticed her then or now- she wouldn’t mind talking to the pony… But that would be weird, wouldn’t it? Just walk up to the other mare and start talking? What should she say? What if she thought she was weird? Maybe she should just stay up here and draw and hope the other wouldn’t notice her… Yep, sounds like a plan.

{░▒✥}—So... she was going back to the park. It usually never was a big deal, no, the park was always one of her go-to places for a knitting getaway. She couldn't count how many scarves she'd knitted during her visits to the park... it was really one of the only places she could actually clear her mind during the day. Until, well... she saw her.

Her being that mysterious tan pegasus that was always perched on a cloud with a sketchbook... every day she'd see her, drawing away, observing everything beneath her. No, it wasn't like she paid any attention to the other mare, of course not. She'd just... glance at her for a second and return to her knitting. She was always there. Always. 

And then, as usual, she took her place one afternoon by her own "personal" oak tree, readying her knitting supplies... only to notice that same tan pegasus watching her. Her. Like... her eyes were locked on her. Of course, as soon as she made eye contact with her she'd frantically looked away, cheeks flushing in slight embarrassment. Great, now she probably seemed creepy or something. Precisely what she wanted.

Since then, however... it was odd. She actually felt inclined to look for that pegasus every day. She couldn't explain it, but there was something about her that just... fascinated her. The way she watched, the way she drew... the way she looked at her. It sounded silly in her head, really... oh well.

As Blanca approached her oak tree, she set her saddlebag at it's base. No, she wasn't going to get straight to work as she usually did--she was going to approach that mare. This was going on for days... she had to say something. Anything. With a small huff, she turned her attention towards the sky, scanning the clouds for the pegasus. It wasn't long before she saw her--and, Celestia's sake, she was looking right at her. So they just made a really awkward eye contact once again. Son of a-- 

"You," The white coated pegasus called out, trotting in the direction of the cloud the other had laid on, trying to make herself look and sound stern, which was rather difficult as the embarrassed blush on her cheeks killed it. "I've seen you watching me, you know. Every day I come you're just... just watching me. Is there something I could help you with, hm?" Ponies often told her she looked adorable when she tried getting defensive. This was probably the case here, as much as she dearly hoped it wasn't.

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Ruby grinned. Huh--she liked this gal's attitude. "Aha... alrighty, will do--no spillin' the beans from this pony." The pegasus chuckled, folding her wings against her body.

"Mm... I'm gonna need a bushel of apples. For smoothies, y'know, the whole deal." She said simply, shrugging. "Fruit smoothies take a lot outta our fruit supply."

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