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At Last I See the Light"Fluttershy? Darling, are you all right? You've been in there for nearly an hour!"
The butter colored pegasus sank lower in the water she was soaking in, not wanting to even acknowledge hearing the concerned questioning from her best friend. The idea of a nice hot bath had been a wonderful suggestion at first. With added bath salts and oils, Fluttershy felt the tension leaving her body as soon as she was immersed, the knots in her stomach unwinding themselves. She relaxed with her eyes closed and inhaled the fresh scents of vanilla and cotton, and for a little while she was at peace.
When the water began to cool the knots started reforming.
Fluttershy's SecretSunday was only two days away. She'd been waiting already: three days, two hours and one minute. What would two more days do? No one would think anything of it if she stayed inside for two more days, would they? She'd never been the most social of the group anyway. It was rare for her to seek out their attention, save every Thursday at the spa with Rarity. She had to cancel this Thursday and the only reason she didn't break down under the scrutinizing gaze of her best friend was because she really had been feeling under the weather. It wasn't a lie. She could hide behind that excuse for two more days. Right?
It was already mid-mornin
The Last Pegasus pt. 8The citizens of Ponyville came down the darkened streets of the town with scowls, accusations, and hooves pointing in the direction of the minty green pegasus that landed before them. Sugarmint Skies was patient as everyone talked at once. It took everything in her to meet the angry gazes that held her but she kept her chin high. It helped when Thunder Clap landed beside her and Candy Pop stood on her other side. When Moonflower stood directly in front of her, head down, ears flat and a growl on her lips, the pegasus touched a hoof to the unicorn's withers and shook her head gently. "It's all right. They have every right to be angry."
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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