Diary of Rain Dust, or Another Long Exposition-Filled Distillment
Hello again, diary.
I could say it’s been a while, but I think we both know how quick this entry was written compared to the prior one. And because of the insanity of unpacking and moving into this town, a distraction was sincerely needed.
I guess I should explain what in Luna’s name I’m doing here.
I’ll try to condense the story as quickly and easily as possible.
As I said before, I’m the only unicorn in a family of earth ponies. I have unicorn relatives, but earth pony parents. Therefore, I was often giving off magic bursts. As a baby, according to my mom, I would often turn things different colors and randomly “wink” in and out.
I got the term from my Grandma Cobalt. “Winking” used to be what everypony called teleporting. Or turning invisible. Either or. Kind of cute.
My grandma Cobalt was actually the one who often taught me spells and how to control my magic as I got older. She encouraged me to use magic when I could. And apparently, a lot of it came naturally. Levitation, writing, winking - the basics were already easy.
She taught me a few other spells, but my parents weren’t fond of my use of them. Don’t blame them.
My sisters, as infants, often enjoyed me levitating them and giving them little rides in the air. Hearing them laugh was just adorable . . . Bell loves it a lot as a baby.
She still loves it, to be honest. Says it feels natural.
As they got older, they kept asking me to perform magic for them and their friends. Mostly giving minor light shows, or turning cloth into toys and animal facsimiles.
When I wasn’t helping around the homestead or watching my sisters, I was researching: reading and cultivating knowledge, writing and recording it, and performing spells that I often read or heard of. I combined them with Grandma Cobalt’s spells. To see if they’d ease them a bit.
And I was half right.
As I got older, my magic skill and knowledge were at the point where my parents saw my potential. Staying in Appaloosa would only have held me back. They immediately sent for, and filled out, the paperwork for me to enroll in a prestigious school in Canterlot. Not Celestia’s School for Gifted and Talented Unicorns.
A different place.
And, I was happy regardless.
Leaving Appaloosa for the first time was not really overwhelming. Sure I missed my family, but it felt nice to not have several voices in my ears. No dirt that got stuck in my hooves. No sand in my eyes. Just students like myself who understood the finer points of education and magical prowess. I did find ponies who shared my interests.
A lot of my interests.
But, I kept most of my time close to my spells and my books. And a developing passion I had for the arts. Drawing felt natural to me. And I did get some stares when I said I could do it without magic. Didn’t let that get to me, though. Just kept at it.
After graduating the school, and rereading the notebooks I had accumulated over the course of several years, I realized a few things:
1) I was a studious unicorn who would easily have been mistaken as a hoarder, seeing as I kept notebooks from even the inane classes during school.
2) My research was always focused on several branches but always focused on one central genre and subject. Sure it diverged, but often times, it would come right back to the same subject. And I was, oddly, okay with that.
3) Telling somepony this stuff in full detail right off the bat would, for lack of better words, make them freak the fuck out.
So, I decided to take a logical course of action.
I packed my things, kept my notebooks, and moved to what I considered be the perfect place for research and further development of my spells.
Ponyville.
I’ve gotten a lot of flack from my parents about this decision, but deep down, they do support me. Somewhere deep down.
I just know I can find what I’m looking for here.
And in the process, I can even develop my knowledge.
Maybe, make a friend.
. . .
Oh wow, I wish I had some crackers because that was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever written. AS if making friends will allow me the chance to develop my magic. Develop my knowledge, of course.
. . . oh whatever. It’s late now.
Unpacking can wait after sleep.
Do entertain yourself, dear diary. We can speak again later.
Until then,
Rain Dust
