A Pony Masquerade

Chapter eight: day and night

Celadon PoV.

It's been over a week since Rainbow dash attacked Pennie. Neither of them seem to feel any less awkward around the other. I've tried to talk to them but they keep shutting me out. Is it something I did? Whatever. I can't keep focusing on the things that are going wrong. I have to look forward.

"You still need a name."

"Huh?" I looked up from my stupor.

"You need a name," Pinkie repeated.

"But I have a name."

"Not a pony name."

I thought for a while, glancing around Pinkie's room. I had never thought about it before. Celadon is a strange name for a pony. That would explain why I always get a strange reaction when I'm being introduced.

"Your mane is made of leaves," Pinkie stated, "it could have something to do with nature."

"But I really don't have anything to do with nature. The only thing the leaves are good for is hiding."

"Hmm..." She pondered the information.

"Maybe... No."

"What?"

"Well you are green."

"Yeah..."

"And you're a pegasus."

"Go on..."

"So how about we go get some apple cider!"

"What?"

"Sorry, I'm more used to being Pinkie when I'm here."

"Oh, but do you have any ideas for a name?"

"Not really."

"Oh."

We sat on our haunches in silence for a while before Pinkie piped up again.

"We know that you're a green pegasus with leaves for a mane and you can read minds."

"I can read emotions, not minds."

"Right, look past the fake persona that ponies give themselves, or something."

"Right."

"Ivy grin?"

"That makes it sound like I have green teeth."

"How about emerald tear?"

"That just sounds creepy. And it's a mare name."

"Okay..."

The list went on for an hour and a half. Brainstorming, suggesting, rejecting, repeating.

"This is going nowhere," I said.

"Doesn't celadon mean green?"

"Yeah, a type of green. The same as my fur actually."

I thought about what I had just said and face-hoofed.

"My name basically means green mask," I sighed.

"Well, then there's no reason to change your name," Pinkie replied happily.

We sat for a bit longer before I stood up and turned to Pinkie, who was still sitting on her haunches.

"Want to go get some apple cider?" I asked abruptly.

"I thought you would never ask," she smiled.