Almost rosey days

Apparently, family (the blood one) is not the only true value you may count on in this life. I've met people who now are more family to me,
than my own blood ties, and this is not spoken on a wave of emotions, mind you. There are messed up people who are "family" only on paper.
But having an open heart can bring the right people towards you. Love is a driving force after all. So is hate.
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A few facts about ths piece:
- the whole bg was inspired by Anima-dos's old piece of Lola Bunny
- Cobalt (Alba's father) was named "Blue Moon" at the time this was made (Jan 2015)
- The interior was drawn before I decided the timeline was similar to that of 1800, so...bare with it (not that anyone would mind) :v
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Cobalt entered his daughter's room slowly. It was a habit to check upon her, as he returned from his night guard shift.
This night was a bit different. Preciosa and Galactica were supposed to keep an eye on his little starshine for the whole night
during the Rose Parade.
Each year it was a big event in the city, where all the rose bushes would bloom, and the city would be filled with a sweet rosey
scent for several days. On the following night, a great Parade was held, and the whole city would be immersed in beauty. It was
the first time Cobalt would actually let Alba see the festivities, let alone leave his precious daughter under someone's care.
He entered the room slowly, but with much anticipation. It was no surprise that he was stiffen with worry, when she was no where to be seen.

- ...Alba? Love, are you here? - he looked around the room with almost frantic fear, which was not expected from a royal guard. His eyes stopped
on a closet door, left ajar.
- ...Alba - he continued - are you there? - when he raised his hoof to open them, a delicate voice from within has stopped him.
- No papa, don't open the door!
- ... ? Alba, why in the world are you hiding in the closet? What happened?
- nothing
- ...What was that? Speak up Love!
- ummm...I said NOTHING HAPPENED!
- Well, by the tone of that voice I would say SOMETHING indeed must've taken place. C'mon Love, get out of there.
- ...no
- Alba, I am not asking you, I am telling you, get out of that closet. NOW.

Alba reluctantly made her way out of the tiny space. When she did, Cobalt's view was one of the more unexpected ones.
A tiny figure of his daughter stood before him, with her once beautiful long hair, now in tangles and interweaved with what
appeared to be rose vines. Big crocodile tears running down her face, as she gasped for air.

- Wha...What happened?! What happened to your hair? What is all this?!
- I-I'm sorry papaaa - Alba cried between breaths - I just wanted to look like the pretty mares! O-On the Paradeee! - her cries now exploaded
  to an uncontrolled despair.
- A-Ah, shhh...Shhh Love, stop your crying. Tell me what happened, eh?
- Wh-Well...there were so many pretty mares on th-the Parade. And they all had beautiful roses or bonnets, and I also wanted to be pretty!
  A-And I found a rose bush, a-and then I couldn't get them out of my hair! *bursts into more tears*
- Oh Love...When did you even thought this was a good idea? And weren't Preciosa and Gala with you? They were supposed to watch you?!
- It wasn't their fault papa, they were watching me...I just ran off at one point. They didn't know what to do so they took me home and told
  me to wait for you...
- Oh Alba... What am I going to do with you. You can't cause your poor father's heart to break so easily. You are the most beautiful thing
  my eyes saw on this world. You don't need  full rose bushes in your hair for that to show.
- No papa, other fillies laugh at me. They say I'm a halfling and that I don't belong...and that I'm an ugly eyesore.
- ...Alba, you know very well that is not true. Yes, you are different from them, but that doesn't make you any less valuable. You are such a smart
  child, and you have a good heart. You are skillfull and learn fast. You are delicate yet strong even though you're still a filly. And when you look
  in the mirror you don't see an 'ugly eyesore'...do you?
- ...mmm
- Do you?
- Well, ...no, I don't. I actually like the view.
- See! Doesn't that just prove that they tease you, because they don't know you? Ponies are afraid of what's different. You know very well yourself,
  that if they knew you, they wouldn't say such words. Your difference will stay with you for a lifetime. But only you can decide whether to make it
  your asset or your burden. Never let other ponies decide that for you Love, never. The hearts that love you took sacrifices, so you could bloom, not
  wither from hurtful, untrue words. You have to stay true to yourself and always know your own value. Promise me this, Love?
- I... I promise papa, I promise you!
- I love you most Alba, never forget that *leans for a hug* ... Now. I'm afraid we have to do something about that hair.

[ so they chopped it off, with just as much pain and despair, as seen above ]

- It was a hard day for you child, get some sleep. Oh and Alba, next time when you want to put any flowers in your hair, make sure they're some
  good, old fashioned  wild flowers.



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