Iris's unwanted Quest

Iris stalked down the little street, searching for the little sign her friend had pointed out so long ago. There were various shops studding the sides of the walk, but none drew her attention-not even the fabulously decorated Prench store, Sucre. She didn't care for sweets, well, that's a lie. Iris definitely had a sweet tooth, especially for sugar. But she wasn't looking for that now, her mind was set on one little building.

Her best friend had shown it to her a while ago, pointing it out as the Therapist's business. Iris hadn't paid attention, she wasn't one for therapy. But right now, she needed help. She hadn't dared ask Calla for help, she didn't want her friend to know. This wasn't something to share with a close friend.

She came to the end of the street, and turned around. Where is it? She asked herself angrily, plodding the way she had come again. This time she stopped in front of Sucre, turning slowly in a circle.

There! There it was! The small sign, stating the business and the name. See, I don't need directions! She laughed before trotting towards the sign and through the door. She pushed it open, stepping inside carefully. Holy bucker! She gasped silently, forcing her to walk backwards a moment. The amount of color had shocked her, Too many loud colors!!

Clear's ears pricked at the sound of hooves on her carpet. Her ears had started to recognize the sound as more and more customers showed up on a weekly basis. She set her glasses on top of the fine-printed work in front of her (weren't necessary, but she probably needed to go get her eyes checked again tomorrow).

She got up and peeked out of the door to see a very startled mare standing in the doorway. She followed the pagasus's eyes, which were flickering back and forth quickly from her beanbags, her couch, and her walls. She chuckled.

"Yes, it does have that effect," she said, smiling at the newcomer. "Welcome to my office! I'm Dr. Mind, and I'm happy to take you right now, if you're up for it. Come on in, and don't worry; my office is plain and boring, all white and wood and metal."

"Yes, it does have that effect," called a voice "Welcome to my office! I'm Dr. Mind, and I'm happy to take you right now, if you're up for it. Come on in, and don't worry; my office is plain and boring, all white and wood and metal."

Iris glanced around at the mare's voice, her eyes finishing adjusting to the bright colors. "Um, okay.." She mumbled uncomfortably, walking slowly around the various beanbags and objects. She trotted towards the door and the lime-green mare.

"Hello...Dr. Mind.." She grimaced tentatively, "I'm Iridescent, thanks." Iris added, shuffling awkwardly at the entrance.