Burr has never been to a party before;
Cannot even fathom what a party is! But for the sake of Beqanna and Burr, we’ll pretend that she ingested some mushrooms and they’ve given her the magical ability to comprehend what a party is and also, to be transported to the biggest and best birthday bash known to all the ponies across the land: Beqanna’s Sweet Sixteen!
Her striped head tilts to one side, the expression on her face is one that is curious and awed. She has never seen a party like this! There are streamers and fairy lights strung between the trees and beneath them, a large table that is more like a giant feeding trough if she was honest. At the head of it, there sits a massive cake that says “Sweet Sixteen” on it and man oh man that cake looks delicious! Seems to be made of some sort of magical grass-carrot-hay-peppermint concoction that she imagines tastes like heaven in her mouth. Not that Burr knows what Heaven tastes like… c’mon, she’s no angel and she’s not dead.
Against the trunks of the trees are all kinds of presents; from things as simple as a handful of nuts to something as massive and sparkly and pony-sized that could be a statue or could be a pony! It’s Beqanna after all, and sometimes she spits up the strangest things like remember all those kings and queens made of dead kings and queens and star-stuff? Yeah, like that! Her eyes go all big and round as all of a sudden sixteen sparkly spirally candles appear one by one on the cake and catch themselves on fire. She can hear other revelers at the party, can even smell them but it seems like she is the only one here to see this.
Who will blow out the cake and make a wish?
Really, she just wants a taste of it… and begins to edge closer only to catch her tail on some funky glittery bow on a present set too close to the trough-table. Burr almost trips and face-plants into the back of the Beqanna-cake but catches herself at the last instant. As a reward, she thinks that Beqanna won’t mind if she just takes a little nibble here…
“Excuse me there!”
Burr jumps back after having only managed a tiny taste of frosting and she has an instant sugar rush to the head as a fairy flits near her face. “Nobody said you could have some cake yet, you must wait!” The fairy swats at her nose and Burr jerks back in surprise, ashamed and hurries back to assume a more proper place at the table with everyone else just in time to sing the birthday song to well, Beqanna, she supposes. There’s a misty shape of something that seems like a world, a horse and a fairy all in one but she really can’t tell, her head feels funny - mushrooms and sugar will do that to you.
word count: 500 even!
word count: 500 even!