"Eeeevery good filly knooows~" It has already begun. From down the hall the beast bellows. For such a dainty filly, she had quite a set of lungs in her. "With good food beauty grooows!" She always was a morningphony. Today is clearly not any different from any other day. The gentle clip clip of hooves on hardwood approaches.
"So let's not continue to doooze~" The door to their room was nudged open. It was a good thing that Damselfly had no sense of fashion, otherwise she might have had some problem that her half of the room was lace-white and sugar-pink and Dragonfly's side was.... dragons. And blue. And most certainly not lace-white and sugar-pink.
"And I'm afraid I must impooose~" Her voice went softer as she trotted up to her sister's permanently-messy bed. A hoof quickly swatted her bedside table clear of clutter, enough room made to set down a pretty silver tray. For all of her annoying habits, Damselfly was a rather good cook, the plate artfully arranged with all the important breakfast foods for little foals to grow strong.
With the food secured, Damselfly lept onto her sister's bed, the filly expertly stamping her little hooves all around the rumpled mess of blankets and bed-covers without ever once hitting Dragonfly.
"Wake up! It's time to start the day!
Wake up! You have to get ready to play!
Wake up! I brought you food on a tray!"
Scaramouche Fandango
