- >You’re soaring high above the clouds and can see landscape far below.
- >Letting out a cheer, you dive through a cloud.
- “Woohoo!”
- >Looping back up, you somersault a couple of times.
- >The wind blowing through your mane and the freedom of flight, wraps you in a joyous blanket.
- “I never want this to end!”
- >You let out a giggle and gently glide through the air.
- >The sun shines brightly, and its warm rays bathe you its magnificent glow.
- >As you’re gliding, you notice you’re starting to fall.
- “What?!”
- >You panic, and try to flap your wings.
- “What’s happening?!”
- >You fall further and further.
- >Looking back, you can see your wings disintegrate and you plummet.
- >You start to scream as your end approaches.
- >The ground rushes to meet you and you jolt awake.
- >Looking around, you see you woken up in a cold sweat.
- “...It was just a d-dream...”
- >As you get out of bed, you wipe away the fresh tears adorning your face.
- >It’s almost always the same.
- >You never learn from it and you always wake up.
- “...Someday...Maybe...”
- >You quickly go through your morning routine and bring a cup of coffee with you into the living room.
- >Setting down the cup, you start to warm up by drawing the basic shapes.
- “...Circle, Square, triangle...”
- >Moving onto more advanced shapes after you cover one sheet.
- >Mostly three dimensional shapes, it helps to keep you sharp.
- >Finishing up, you look at the time.
- “...Thirty minutes...Need to be fa-faster...”
- >Rather than doing another warm up, you settle on sketching the book you got the other day.
- >Bringing the nearby coffee table closer, you set the book on it and start to sketch.
- >Helps to challenge yourself with perspective.
- >As you finish up the final touches, you pause to look at the time.
- >You didn’t tell Anon what time to come over.
- “...Does-doesn’t matter...Not like I intend on leaving home today...”
- >Looking over the sketch, you try to find the imperfections.
- >Don’t see any yet, but that doesn’t mean anything.
- >You take a drink of coffee before looking again.
- “...The shading isn’t right...”
- >Marking it and setting aside like the rest, you prepare another sheet.
- >Before you settle on another object to sketch, you hear a knocking that causes you to jump.
- “...Must be A-anon...”
- >You make your way to the front door and start to undo all the locks.
- >Your fear rises slowly and try to quell it.
- >Eventually you finish off the last lock and open it slowly.
- >Can’t be too safe.
- >As you peak out, you see Anon standing there like yesterday.
- >He smiles as he looks at you.
- >”Hello Addie.”
- “...Um, hi...”
- >He stands there waiting.
- >Oh right, you should let him in.
- >Backing away from the door, you head over to your easel.
- >As you hear him close the door, he starts to talk.
- >”So, do you want me to do anything different today?”
- >Immediately you know what to sketch.
- >Picking up the book that you drew, you bring it over to him.
- “...Ju-just hold this...And look like you’re re-reading it...”
- >He opens it up and looks exactly the way you want.
- >”Like this?”
- >You nod and head back to the easel to prepare a sheet.
- >Picking up your pencil, you start to sketch.
- >The way the light plays with his form is interesting.
- >You’ve always enjoyed drawing three dimensional living things.
- >It’s bit more challenging, but you embrace it.
- >All the more to improve your skills.
- >Time creeps by, you notice Anon is trying to stay still.
- >You finish up and set down the pencil.
- >As your eyes shift between the two to see the mistakes, Anon starts to talk again.
- >”Is it done? Because my arm is starting to get tired.”
- “...Yeah...”
- >Before you can pick up the picture, he sets down the book and comes over to look at it.
- >As he stares at the picture, he nods.
- >”Your work is amazing Addie, I’m not sure how you do it.”
- “...Not really...I need to be bet-better...”
- >”Nonsense, this is far better than anything I’ve seen. I can’t draw if my life depended on it.”
- “...Anypony can draw...I bet you can too...”
- >He shakes his head.
- >”Nah, nothing like this, I probably could manage a stick figure right now.”
- >Why is he being so nice to me?
- “...Most of my work is gar-garbage anyways...”
- >Anon laughs and turns to you.
- >”I seriously doubt that.”
- >Heading over to your reject stack, you pull out several to show him.
- “...Look...These are awful...”
- >He looks them over one at a time, before looking back to you.
- >”You call this garbage? You could probably sell them for quite a bit. The quality on them is really superb.”
- >Your heart starts to race again.
- “...I do sell them sometimes...At the mar-market usually...”
- >”I figured as much, these could easily be in a art museum.”
- >Could they really?
- >No, you know for certain they are not good enough.
- >Not by a long shot, no matter what he says.
- >There is one question on your mind.
- >As you look at the drawings she showed you again.
- >Addie mumbles something out.
- “Sorry?”
- >”...I’ve never seen anything like you before...So, what are you..?”
- >A part of you was wondering when she would ask that.
- >Several thoughts run through your mind, but you settle for a short answer.
- “I’m a human, and well, I come from another world. No one is sure how I got here either.”
- >She stares at you with wide eyes again.
- >Addie remains silent for a while, and you’re starting to worry if you broke her.
- “Addie?”
- >Shaking her head, she rubs one hoof over the other looks around the room.
- >”...So-sorry...Just a lot to take in...”
- >Yeah, no surprise there.
- “Been here a few weeks now. Your Princess was kind enough to help me out. So, I’m still getting used to this place.”
- >”...I-I see...”
- >Now is as good time as any to ask.
- “So, what do you do? Other than drawing of course.”
- >Addie freezes up.
- >Well shit, didn’t think that would bother her.
- >She snaps out of it and looks at the floor.
- >”...Um...I don’t go outside, except for supplies...And to sell some sketches...”
- >Considering how she is, you’re not shocked in the slightest.
- “You don’t have any friends to hang out with?”
- >She mumbles something out.
- “What was that?”
- >Addie looks up at you, though her eyes don’t quite settle on you.
- >”...I-I don’t have friends...”
- >Well good going jackass, you made her feel bad.
- “Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
- >She shakes her head, her bangs bounce a little.
- >”...It’s fine, I’m okay without anypony...”
- >That’s pretty depressing, but you remember how some people are loners, guess it’s the same for ponies.
- >Maybe you can change that, but seeing how she is, it’s probably going to be difficult.
- >Handing back the drawings, you figure you can try to chat with her to open up.
- “Other than drawing, what are your other hobbies?”
- >She sets the pictures back and stares at them.
- >”...I-I really don’t...I just sketch...”
- >Alright, this is really going to be a pain in the ass.
- >Don’t get frustrated, just try something else.
- “How about I show you my drawing skills.”
- >She perks up and turns around to face you with a surprised look on her face.
- >Before she says anything, you pull out the grocery list you left in your pocket.
- >On the back of it, you quickly doodle a pony and show her.
- >Addie takes one look and lets out a little laugh before covering her mouth with her hoof.
- >”...Sorry...I didn’t mean to laugh...”
- >There we go, laughing always seems to be the best way to break the ice.
- “Nah it’s fine, I know it’s nothing like you draw. But now you see what I mean?”
- >She nods and uncovers her mouth, a small smile is there now.
- >”...I guess so...All you need to do is practice to make it better...”
- “Of course, though I doubt I could ever reach your level.”
- >Addie shakes her head.
- >”...N-no, mine still need a lot of work...I’m sure anypony could do better..”
- >As you’re about to say something she continues.
- >”...How about another sketch..?”
- >Looking over to the clock, you still have some time to kill.
- “Yeah sure, anything in particular?”
- >She reaches her easel and starts to set up.
- >”...Um...What ever you think is f-fine...”
- >You sit cross legged on the ground, least this will be a bit more comfortable.
- >She gets to work right away, with her pencil flying across the canvas.
- >The minutes pass and she finishes.
- >Before you can ask, she brings the picture over to you.
- >It’s insane how detailed these drawings are.
- “Wonderful work Addie.”
- >She blushes and mumbles something out before giving you the drawing.
- >You look it over once more, really soaking it in and hand it back.
- >However, she shakes her head, causing you to raise an eyebrow.
- “Is something the matter?”
- >”...N-no...You can keep it...”
- >It’s hard to say something, but you manage.
- “Thank you for this drawing Addie, it’s really wonderful.”
- >She nods, and looks around the room again.
- >Unfortunately, you see it’s getting late.
- >Letting out a sigh, you stand up.
- “I’ll be back tomorrow if that’s okay with you? Around noon-ish.”
- >”...O-okay...Bye Anon...”
- “Bye Addie.”
- >With that, you take the picture and leave her home.
- >On the walk back, you have high hopes this is the beginning of a new friendship.
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