Prim was out and about in Canterlot when she heard a little voice shout,

“Primmy!” It was her little sister, er, Half-sister, Angel. She loved Angel to bits, but she was tired after her afternoon. The Elite poked fun at her for her coat coloration. She looked up and saw a sight. Angel had straightened her mane, leaving it to curl at the end.

“Angel? Mon Cherie? What did you do to your mane?” Primrose asked.

“Momma, let me get it styled differently for today! I wanted to look like you!”

“Why?”

“I want to be just like you! You’re so pretty and smart, and nice! I want to be just like you when I’m older!! Do you like it?” Her last questions was quieter than the rest of what she said. Angel was a bit afraid Prim wouldn’t like it.

“You look lovely! But I like you better with your normal mane style! You can be like me with out it! But I am honored you want to be like me! Let’s go get some donuts?”

“Yay!” Angel exclaimed and hugged her sister. Primrose and Angel spent the rest of the day together, and Prim’s day ended happily.