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This Green FN pony is a very interesting character. Every time I crossed paths with her in bigcity she seemed aloof, only breaking the ice to crassly boast to her teammates or whoever she just juked. When we would hang out afterward though, she was almost eager to open up about her life, and it shined in the way she told her personal anecdotes. She's not very well read (insert ground-ball players are dumb joke) but she has this way of putting so much emotion behind her stories, while being nonchalant about the events that actually took place, no matter how serious.

 

Green came to visit us in Fork for the week, and tonight we stayed up all night chatting in the old castle. At around 5 she got the spontaneous idea to fly to a special spot and watch the sunrise, and theres no stopping her when her brain gets running. I know she's a stronger flyer than me, so I politely declined to not hold her up. She came back about a little after 7:30. While Green was recounting it all, she kept on insisting it wasn't anything special, but the glow in her eyes helped paint a truly beautiful picture... I wish I was there just to rinse off in the waterfall.

 

One thing stood out, and of all the things it was how I stayed up to wait for her. She thanked me wholeheartedly, and her voice got creaky when I put my hooves around her. It really wasn't much, and she should know I stay up this late on the regular, but I appreciate her nonetheless. I just wanted her to rest that heavy heart if only for a moment. She's a mare that's seen a lot in her 26 years of life."

 

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"4th day of the 7th moon, 125 ANM

 

Greenie is absolutely devastated. 2 games into the tournament she tore her LCL again. After literally getting shoved to the floor mid-dunk, she popped right back up and charged back, only to get blindsided by her own teammate. I watched her crumple like a sack of apples...

 

After the ref stopped the game all Tartarus broke loose. Four of Green's teammates launched off the bench and joined in beating the snot out of the initial perpetrator, I thought they were gonna kill him. The grey stallion that hit her right after was in shambles, whistles were blowing everywhere, and everypony in the stands was still yelling about the first shove. Finally, a whole 3 minutes later, there was enough order that 2 refs and her teammates could help Green off the court, she barely moved in that entire time. Her grey friend left the game not long after.

 

While I was heading to the locker rooms I crossed paths with him (J.B. is how he introduced himself). He was a wreck, because he was there when Green tore it the first time. I can't imagine the guilt he must be feeling. Apparently Green didn't say anything to him during the whole sequence.

 

Finally, I met Green in the locker room, hunched over and hiding under her hoodie. Her knee was bowed outward, and a pulsating sphere the size of a basketball. I tried to coax some words out of her, but she just broke down in tears, and bawled into my chest for what felt like ages. The only thing Greenie said, in labored breaths between sobs was:

 

"I just wanna be good at something."

 

Nothing about J.B., or the first hit... it was a heavy phrase. Her teammates barrelled in not long after, it sounded like they won by the tone of their obscenities. As Green slowly pulled her stuff together, a beat up red stallion with a blonde mohawk came up to us and gave Green a headbutt of encouragement, followed by a "F- that stallion". His hooves were the size of my shoulder.

 

On the way out another injured player offered one of his crutches, he was watching from the sidelines and had some choice words about Green's teammate.

 

During the ride back to our hotel she started to talk, and surprisingly there was some life in her voice. I was really trying to understand what was going through her head, and oddly enough she was apologetic to an extent. From her view, she got dropped, and confirmed my initial thought it didnt hurt her that bad since she slid a few hooves. She has a very sexy road rash on her right shoulder though... After she popped up, she thought it was 4 against 2 but didnt see J.B. cutting across to take the stallion that hit her. She "saw red," whatever that means, and went for the charge. Heat of the moment, plus a split second miscommunication, and she ended up with 200 pounds of stallion crashing right into her hips. Green felt her knee snap like a rubber band and immediately knew she was donefor. I'm pretty sure I heard a faint pop amongst the chaos too...

 

It was a hectic and heartbreaking day, from watching Green try to walk, and fall over from dragging her leg; watch her try to fly, and get dragged to the ground by a dead limb; try to shower, and take out the curtain rod. It's already 11, Luna it feels like we were just at the court. I don't want to push her, but she needs to make up her mind on if we're staying or going home. Personally, I'd prefer the ladder, and I've insisted that she wouldn't be a burden if she stayed at my house for however long she needs. Her angle is she wants to try to make the most of our trip, figure out how to get back to bigcity, and be there for her team, thinking by some celestial miracle she'll be good to play at some point this weekend. She knows both sides to it, and kept flip flopping whenever she gave one side more than 5 seconds of thought.

 

I think I hit most of the big events, Green's curled up in a little doughnut right next to me... exactly how she was after our all nighter at the castle. Her face is so peaceful, truly free from any heavy thoughts"

 

"5th Day of the 7th Moon, 125 A.N.M.

 

Today was mostly business, since we made the executive decision to go home. Lot of phone calls, lot of cancelling... still lost about 200 bits. Green's surprisingly good at managing crises like this, Celestia knows I couldn't keep it all straight, especially if I was the one who got hurt.

 

She wanted to go by the courts, it was on the way to the Train Station so we went. She chatted and B.S'd with everypony like nothing had happened, but when it came time to go every single one of her teammates lined up to give her a hoofshake and a 'get well soon'... it was very heartwarming.

 

Sidenote: When she reached the big red stallion (Heat Wave as she'd tell me later), they stopped mid-hug as he mumbled something in her ear. Green burst out laughing for the first time all weekend. J.B. was on his way there, so sadly he missed the whole interaction.

 

Her Ortho in Bigcity ("Grizz" as she refers to him, frequent flier I take it) can see her in two weeks, and advised her to "just R&R" until then. Two weeks of pampering Green FN...

 

[doodled drawing of Morning Glory doing the :ilovethem: emote]"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"7th day of the 7th moon, 125 A.N.M.

 

Yesterday I flew Greenie up to the castle for the Seige Day Festival, and guess who I ran into?

 

Sodalis!

 

Luna, it's been years since I've been able to catch up with her. I could've sworn she moved to a place like Bigcity to be with her fellow bats, but that was just a rumor. She's still here, living in that cave with the honorary flock. Hasn't changed a bit either, still has that hard snouted can-do attitude with a spine of steel, going on 16 years and counting without even a parent to take care of her. Still dresses as 'Emotional' or 'Emo' as the ones in with it say.

 

There's a lot more we need to chat about, so she's going to come over tomorrow night. Greenie's gonna meet her too, I feel like they'll get along like a house on fire. Speaking of her, she is so spoiled and I absolutely love it. For the first two days she was hesitant to ask for anything, almost like a house cat when you bring them home. Not 48 hours later, and she literally asked me to come over and pet her head as I was passing through.

 

Right now she's chowing on a big ole' pot of fig pasta I made for her, at this rate I'm gonna need to plant a whole new row before Monday! When that food coma hits though, she practically melts into your hooves. My front legs fit perfectly around her chiseled shoulders, pulling her thick, hard chest right against mine. If you hold her close enough, you can feel the vibration of her heart beating up in her head. She is truly an athletic specimen. And those hips and legs on her, my Luna. I almost want to hide her socks so that view would belong to me and me alone. Just the way her rumpcheek tightens and creases over the top of the fold when she takes a step... What I would do to see her in a skirt and some panties... even if she would never ever let me...

 

I shouldn't ramble too much. As for what she thinks, the feelings are there, behind those lime green eyes every time we look at each other. She's very pensive about acting on them though, but I give her her space. It's almost like dating a virgin, but if I'm not wrong I think she's had 3 marefriends before me? I'm not sure, not that it matters. I might have a bead on how to crack her code, because she always gets hoofsy after I make her food. I know it's coming, one day. Have I been seeing a housecat in disguise this whole time?"