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>You’ve gotten things done early to visit Twilight, and just arrived at Golden Oaks.
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>Knocking, you wait around and hope she is up.
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>Surely with magic she could help Addie fly, even if it’s only for a little bit, right?
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>The door opens and Spike greets you.
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>”Morning Anon, what are you doing here this early?”
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“Morning Spike, is Twilight up? I got to ask her some questions and possibly a favor.”
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>He nods and calls out.
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>”Hey Twi, Anon is here to see you!”
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>He heads back in with you following him.
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>Books in a few stacks nearby, more or less the same as you last saw it.
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>Twilight comes out of the kitchen with a smile on her face.
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>”Good morning Anon, what can I help you with?”
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“Hey there, do you know any flying spells?”
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>She blinks and frowns.
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>”Anon, I’m not sure what that kinda of spell would do to you, so I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
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>You chuckle and shake your head.
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“Poorly worded, my bad. What I meant was, do you know of any flying spells for a pony.”
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>Her eyebrows raise and she nods.
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>”Yes of course, one actually, but unfortunately it’s quite difficult to cast and the wings are very fragile.”
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>Well shit.
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>”Though I have to ask, who are you asking for about this spell?”
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>You’d tell Twilight, but you don’t want to upset Addie.
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“A friend of mine, she wants to fly.”
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>”A friend of yours? That’s wonderful to hear Anon! Please tell me all about her. I want to write to the princess on how you made your first friend.”
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>Her horn lights up and a parchment with quill float in front of her.
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>You’d rather not spend all day answering Twilight’s questions, like you tried to do when you mentioned the internet.
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“I’ll explain later, is there any other way for a pony to fly?”
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>Twilight scrunches, but sighs.
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>She floats the parchment and quill back to their previous places.
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>”Fine, but other than some vehicles, like a balloon, there isn’t much to say. Of course there is a history of ponies trying to fly that aren’t pegasus ponies of course.”
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>Now you’ve done it.
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>Her horn ignites again, and several books float around her as she beams.
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>”One of the earliest recorded cases was the Flight Brothers attempting to fly using a self propelled machine on the Firefly runway. Of course it didn’t work, but that didn’t stop them from attempting-”
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>You cut her off.
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“Please, no history lessons today.”
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>She gives you a small glare and huffs.
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>”It’s actually interesting when you give it a chance.”
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>Probably is, but that’s not what you’re here for.
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“Do you know of any ponies who deal with flight? They might be able to help.”
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>Setting the books down, she brings her hoof to her chin and starts to think.
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>”Hmm...Actually, there is several in the town. I can give you a list of names, but to be honest, they will likely tell you the same thing I did.”
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“Doesn’t matter, I’ll give it a shot.”
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>Her smile widens.
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>”I haven’t known you for that long Anon, but it’s surprising to see somepony mean this much to you. Is she your marefriend by any chance?”
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>Where the fuck did that come from?
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“What? No, she’s my friend. I have only known for a little under a week.”
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>Twilight giggles and waves her hoof.
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>”Sorry, had to tease you a little. Give me just a moment to get the names for you.”
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>You know Rarity can be like that, but seeing Twilight do it, is a little worrying.
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>As she is writing down the names, you look at the nearby clock to see how much time you have left.
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>It’s going to be cutting it close, but you did tell her around noon, so there’s that.
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>As soon as Twilight floats you the letter, you dash outside quickly.
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“Thanks Twilight, see you later!”
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>You hear her call out as you leave.
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>”You’re welcome, but remember to tell me later for the letter to the princess!”
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>You’re borderline running, trying not to run into anypony.
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>Along the way you think back to what was said.
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>Are you two really friends?
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>Probably, she did confide in you about her dreams.
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>As for what you’re doing for her, yeah that is a bit much for someone you barely know.
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>Why are you doing this?
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>It’s not like you two are dating, but you feel some kind of compulsion to help her.
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>A need to care for another?
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>Yeah, lets go with that.
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>You arrive at Addie’s and knock at the door a little winded.
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>Got to start working out more.
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>The locks get undone and Addie opens the door.
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“Hi Addie.”
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>Her gold eyes focus on you, and she doesn’t appear to be as frightened as previously.
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>”...H-hello Anon...Come inside...”
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>You follow her in and walk to the center of the room.
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>”...Um Anon…?”
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>Looking over to Addie, she is nervously shuffling.
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>Probably wants to try something different.
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>”...Could you sit by the window…?...I’d like to try a different angle...”
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>Called it.
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>You bring a chair by the front window and sit.
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>”...Also, if it-it’s not too much to ask...But could you look out it…?”
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“Yeah, sure.”
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>You look out it and eventually you hear her start to sketch away.
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>Your moving as fast as you can, making sure to make as little mistakes as possible.
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>Something inside of you drives you to make this a better drawing.
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>Maybe something more than acceptable.
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>Doubtful, you never make anything that good.
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>As you finish putting on the final touches, you notice a few mistakes.
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>You pause, and let out a small sigh.
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>How’d you miss those?
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>Erasing the mistakes, you start up again.
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>Yesterday you confided in Anon, you’re not sure why.
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>A part of you screamed no, but the other half said yes.
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>You stop sketching and look it over again.
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“...It’s okay...Could be better...”
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>Looking over to Anon, he is still looking out the window.
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>You grab the picture and bring it over to him.
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>As you try to show it to him, he jumps.
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>”Huh? Oh, you’re finished.”
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>Strange, this is the first time you actually scared him.
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>His eyes study the picture and like the previous times, he smiles.
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>”It looks great, almost like you took a picture of me with a camera.”
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>Though he says that, you still feel like he is saying that to make you feel better.
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“...Thank you...How about this time y-you lean against the chair...”
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>He stands up, goes around and rests his hands on the back of the chair.
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>”Like this?”
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“...Yes...That’s per-perfect...”
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>You trot back to the easel to set up again.
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>Would be nice if you could stop stuttering around him.
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>Makes you look like a stupid filly and you know it.
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>Shaking your head, you start to focus.
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>Another sheet is ready, and you pick up your pencil to begin.
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>Though you pause this time.
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>You take the time to truly take the whole scene in.
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>Then you begin to sketch.
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>Try to focus on how his clothes hug his body, the look of concentration on his face.
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>It’s always the little details that matter the most.
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>Slowly his form takes shape on the sheet, along with the chair.
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>You finish up the sketch, adding a last minute shading to his arm.
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>Your eyes dart back and forth from him to the picture again.
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>It slowly dawns on you.
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>This is probably the best sketch you’ve done thus far.
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>The small bit of joy you feel makes your heart flutter.
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>You shift from side to side in a little dance.
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>Anon must’ve noticed and started to talk.
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>”Are you alright? Is the drawing finished.”
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>You stop suddenly and your face heats up.
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“...Ye-yeah it’s all done...Co-come and see...”
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>As he approaches, you turn your head away from him.
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>You hear him stand next to you looking at the picture.
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>What’s gotten into you?
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>Before you go too deep into thought, he starts to talk.
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>”Seriously Addie, you should consider seeing if a museum will accept your works.”
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>You’ve seen plenty of art, this isn’t on the same level.
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“...I-I’d rather not...”
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>”I’m not trying to push you, it’s just that good.”
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“...No, it really isn’t A-Anon...”
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>You hear him shift and let out a sigh.
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>”I know you don’t see it, but this is really good Addie. I’d like to help you see that.”
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>Your feel that feeling from before in your heart again.
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“...Why...Why help me..?”
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>”Well, I’d like to think we’re friends, and friends help one another.”
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>You’ve heard others say that before, but it’s hard to believe it.
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>Should you really believe him?
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>Are you two really friends?
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>…
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>While you’re not completely sure, you desperately want it to be true.
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>At least one more shot in your life to see if it’s possible.
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>You turn your head and look up at him.
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>He is looking down at you with that smile he likes to wear.
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“...Yeah...G-guess we are friends...”
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>Anon’s smile widens.
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>”Happy to hear that.”
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>His eyes go up to the nearby clock and his smile fades.
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>”I’m gonna get going home, take care Addie.”
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>As he starts to go, you pick up the drawing from earlier and trot over to him.
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“...Wa-wait...I want you to have this one too...”
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>He looks at it and gives you a concerned look.
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>”Are you sure? You already gave me one before.”
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>You nod.
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“...Yeah, friends give each other gifts...Right..?”
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>Anon beams and accepts the picture.
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>”Yes they do.”
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“...Goodbye Anon...”
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>”Goodbye Addie.”
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>You shut the door behind him and let yourself think aloud again.
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“...Maybe I can enjoy this for once...Maybe...”
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