At Chrismas...? I feel bad now..
(Diffrent topic) Oh also I'm writing a small fan fic. I doubt you would say yes but do you think I could give you a scene to draw? Add some illustrations to my book to 1 make it better & 2 advertise my friends art? Wait! (Mid typing idea) Better idea! I could ask each of my deviant art friends to help illustrate the book! Including me! But yea would you? You don't have to say yes.
Here's a little story I came up with.
It was raining in Ponyville and everypony was staying inside their warm homes, safe from the cold rain. Yet for one orange coated filly no warmth at a fireplace could make her broken heart feel better that day. She was standing at a less visited place of the Sweet Apple Acres looking at two graves. She was lost in her thoughs, remembering the days that were long gone and her heart was aching for those days.
The only sound around was the sound of the cold rain. Suddenly, the sound of the rain was broken by a familiar voice. It was her brother Big Macintosh. "AJ, you've been here for more than an hour. You'll get a cold." Applejack stood there in silence for a moment, still looking at the graves, before replying back. "Big Mac. It's been three years since they... left. And every year when this day comes near, I keep thinking about them more and more. And it hurts, big brother. It hurts so much." Tears started forming in her eyes. She was hoping that the rain would hide them. She was crying, it was embarrassing for her. And every time she was crying, was somewhere where she wouldn't be bothered. But not she was not alone. Behind was her big brother and she had to show him that she wasn't a small filly anymore. Big Mac stepped beside her, giving his left foreleg over her shoulder. "It's not a shame to cry, Applejack. It's nothing wrong with it." Applejack looked at her older brother. "I'm not crying. I never am..." Big Mac interupted her."Don't lie, Applejack. Every time this day comes, I can hear you cry in your room when you go to sleep. And no rain can hide your tears. I know you, AJ, you're my sister." Applejack was looking at him in shock. How did he know? Did he eavesdrop or did she really cry that loud? He explained himself a moment later "Thin walls and my room is next to yours." That made sense for Applejack. She forgot how good sound can travel through thin walls of her home. She looked back at the graves, closing her eyes in the process, making more tears coming down her cheeks. "I-I miss our Ma and Pa, Mac." The stallion replied. " I know AJ. Me too." They stood there, the only sound was still coming was from the rain. The orange filly asked "How did you get over their deaths, Mac? I never saw you cry, except when they..." She didn't finish her line. Her older brother, with his left foreleg still over his sisters shoulders, replied "I never did completly get over. But I try to find positive things in negative things. I still remember them when we came home from school with a good grade and they took us for some ice-cream as a reward. Or those bedtime stories Ma always used to tell us before bed. And we both have something from our Pa. I have his yoke,you have his hat. And let's not forget Ma's bowtie Applebloom has now. It's the little things that are important, AJ. And you should cherish all those things Ma and Pa did for us. Whenever I become sad, I remember the good things they did and it puts my mind to ease." Applejack looked at her brother. The words he said made her heart feel lighter, like a heavy burden was liftet from her. She gave him a hug while Big Mac continued "And don't forget, AJ. We're a family and we need to stick together. Your problems are my problems. And don't hide your pain from us. There's nothing wrong about telling how you feel, because we won't make fun out of you. I'm always here for you, so is granny Smith, even Applebloom. We love you very much, AJ." Applejack was crying even harder than before, but instead tears of sadness those were tears of joy. What seemed like hours, minutes passed when Applejack left her brothers hug. He looked at her "So, are we going back inside?" She looked back at the graves of her deceased parents, smiling, when she replied "Can we stick here for a few minutes? Please?" Big Mac smiled "Sure, AJ." And so they both were standing there, remembering the good old days, none of them saying a word.
P.S.: Sorry for any grammatica errors and my terrible story telling.
Now I have a story to go with this picture. MUAHAHA! Seriously, awesome.