The Day My Life Continued

Chapter Eight

It's a known fact, in either world, that Sunday was Lilac and I's day to be together. During the transition into Earth, Lilac would occasionally get a little culture shock. I started the tradition of Stardust Sunday (a working title) to help assimilate, and to help us stay close.

Most days the two of us would watch Disney movies, ones Lilac liked or still hadn't seen. After the Easter Sunday incident, Lilac had been hesitant to go to back church. Some idiot in her class told her that only demons could breath fire, and that Lilac was going to hell. That had been a fun day, especially when Mom and Dad got involved.

Of course, at church, Dad explained everything to the congregation. I got so many 'sorry for your loss' texts that I nearly threw my phone at a wall. My next church visit had been met with a large crowd around me, and being singled out for prayer. For some, that sounded fun, but to an introvert with depression it was hell.

Lilac wasn't any better. The kids all kept telling her to breathe fire. It got to the point where she had to stay downstairs with me, or didn't show at all. She liked Veggietales, at least. She would sing the songs for days after we watched one.

So, that was our Sunday. Avoiding paparazzi, watching movies, and bonding.

Lilac rushed into the house, throwing her sleepover gear beside the door. I was making myself a bowl of fruity oatmeal, barely paying attention to the clatter she made as she ran up to the table. It must have been a fun night, because she nearly bounced.

I smiled as she dropped into a chair, instantly bringing out her new merpony coloring book. "Good morning Mom!" Lilac cheered, while coloring a merpony green.

"Good morning, Lilac." I said, taking a bite of the oatmeal. "How was the sleepover?"

Lilac was ten years old now, but have only looked eight. Those Traveller genes were kicking in strong with her, and the dragon's slow aging had to help. She rarely showed her new mental age, bouncing about like the seven year old everyone thought she was.

My daughter kept coloring, not looking away from her masterpiece. It was certainly interesting, coloring a purple mane for a green merpony. "It was the best yet! We played Truth or Dare, and Apple Bloom dared Scootaloo to wear one of her bows!"

I had to admit, the tomcolt Scootaloo wearing that pink bow was a funny sight. "Wow." I snickered. "Please tell me you took pictures." The purple dragon nodded. "That's my girl." I reached over, ruffling her head fin.

She shook her head, putting the all back in place. I snorted at the Equestrian cartoon magic, and continued eating my food.  "And Scootaloo made Apple Bloom do the bunny dance."

I winced, laughing. "With the costume?"

"With the costume." Lilac nodded, fighting a smile.

"Oh." I winced again, taking a bite of my oatmeal. "You girls are brutal when you want to be."

"Scootaloo wanted to see if those were our cutiemarks, but Sweetie Belle said we were all too nice." Lilac explained. "And I wondered what a mean cutiemark would look like."

I nodded, wondering myself. It would probably look like Tracy's face.

We sat in a content silence for a few minutes, her coloring and me eating. The day was long, so we had plenty of time to do fun stuff. I wanted to show her the Rugrat movies, having finally found the old tapes (the cool orange ones) online. I hoped she would like them, especially the Rugrat/Thornberry crossover I bought. It was the 4-D one, complete with the smell key!

We could head to the library after. Twilight and I needed to check my stats on her machine, see if they had mellowed over the week. Plus, Lilac would get to see Peewee.