/emo/ Dream flight, chp 3

>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.