Who: Rarity When: 8.22 Evening Where: Her house on the wrap-around porch What: Waiting Open
Tonight was no different than all the other nights in which someone returned to the island. Usually one return didn't mean much, but several at once...that was a sign! So Rarity left a note for her sweet daughter, not wanting to disturb her crafting or whatever it was she was up to, and stepped outside. With her darling babies put to bed and the baby monitor in hand Rarity pulled up one of the rocking chairs and dust a hand over the seat. She brushed away sand blown on from the breeze and settled into it while reaching for a drink on the rail. It was a tall, slim glass filled with lemonade and the ice cubes twinkled in the liquid as she moved it along. She sipped, sighed, and sat up primly for a while just watching the ocean. It was a beautiful view from a beautiful house she had picked out with a beautiful man.
This would be it. Tonight would be the night. He'd come back, just like the others. Just like Harry to Sarah and Annie to Mitchell. Tonight she would see Art again. He would be there in the flesh and the fur and he would meet his children and everything would be perfect again.
Or not. That would just be the worst possible thing, of course, and she couldn't have that. Of course her magic and chaise lounge lay in the wings, waiting, ready, for her sobbing tears. Rarity only hoped her daughter need not see her. She cried so often before her daughter it seemed shameful...but so badly did she want Amethyst to meet her father, for him to meet his beautiful children, the children of wishes and miracles.
So she wait, looking at the ocean and the sky and sparkling stars, hope in her heart.