This is the last pony piece until I finish all the commissions. I will hopefully have them all done by the weekend
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Etoile had watched Speckle from the window, gathering sticks in the garden and getting into a right mess. The baby pony looked like she was working hard and concentrating even harder which was rare for Etoile to see. Most projects Speckle undertook lasted twenty minutes simply because of the baby's short attention span but Speckle had been hard at work for over an hour collecting up sticks and putting them into a pile.
It was getting cold outside and Etoile decided that Speckle would most certainly be needing a bath and so filled the tub and called Speckle indoors.

"Whhhaat?" Speckle whinned, annoyed that she had been interrupted in her task

"It's Bathtime Speckle. Just look at how muddy you are!"

Speckle shook her head causing little mud splatters to cover the floor around her.
"NOOOOO! IM BUSY" The firey determination in Speckles eyes mistified Etoile

"What are you busy doing little one?" the elder french pony asked

"I'm makin' my very own selbrayshun castul"

It took Etoile a moment to decipher what the baby had said behind her pacifier.
"Celebration castle? OOh. I see, out of...mud and sticks?"

The baby pony nodded her head eagerly and puffed out her chest proudly.
"Im gonna be a pinsess but yoo need lotsa sticks for a castul dontcha know. I have lots but I need moor to be a reel pinsess"


Etoile chuckled
"A princess huh. Well princesses don't normally look all muddy do they?"

Speckles nodded.
"Yep yep they do, I know lotsa pincesses, they are all muddy." Speckle hated bathtime and she had no intention of going in the tub, she was sure Etoile wouldn't know she was fibbing

Etoile eyed the pony thoughfully for a moment, letting the lies pass, there was no point forcing the baby into the tub, that would only cause a temper tantrum. Etoile just wanted a quiet life, and Speckles temper tantrums were always quite spectacularly loud. Etoile had an idea.
"Well princess castles are soo pretty and warm and lovely aren't they"

Speckle nodded happily.

"I dont know many castles made of sticks and mud. Do you Speckle?"

Speckle's ears flattened. It was true what etoile said but Speckle had no other things to make the castle out of.

Etoile could see the baby thinking and she smiled inwardly to herself.
"I will make you a deal." The older pony said
"If you are all clean and nice, I will give you all the towels I have and I will help you build a castle soo big and grand that even princess celestia herself will want to come to tea"


Speckles eyes grew big as saucers as she looked over at a purple towel laying waiting for her to get out of the bathtub. It looked so fluffy and warm, and purple was her favourite colour.
"YOO MEAN IT?" The baby squealed

Etoile had only managed half a nod before a wave of water cascaded over her as Speckle jumped into the bath.
Utterly drenched she sighed, she hadnt even had the opportunity to undress Speckle yet.

"Speckle, out of the bath please"

The look of confusion on Speckle's face was adorable but Etoile knew that this was going to be a long day.