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                                            >You are Lyra Heartstrings.

                                            >A mare on a mission.

                                            >...

                                            >Also, a mare stuck in a tree.

                                            >You have a robin in your magic, which is phase one, but now you're not entirely sure how to get down.

                                            >If only Anon were here.

                                            >He's not good at climbing either but he sure was better than any pony you'd ever seen.

                                            >On trees, anyways.

                                            >You know entire blessings of unicorns that could have him beat when it comes to scaling mountainy slopes.

                                            >And those feather ponies cheat.

                                            >Maybe you should’ve taken Bonnie's grappely hook thingy.

                                            >Okay, no more stalling.

                                            >Maybe if you just...

                                            >You whiny as the ground comes up to hit you fast.

                                            >It takes every fiber of your concentration not to let go of the bird.

                                            >So begins phase two, the long limp of shame to Anon's house.

                                            >It's dangerous.

                                            >Your right foreleg leg is all but useless, and your magic is indisposed.


                                            >Gotta keep a hold of that bird.

                                            >Road apples, it looks very very upset with you.

                                            >The back of your mind is screaming that something is going to snatch you up and eat you.

                                            >It's all so scary, you don't even feel the pain in your leg anymore.

                                            >Ears twitch and eyes move to the tiniest sounds and movements.

                                            >What usually feels like a short trek seems to last for ages.

                                            >To be fair, at the pace you’re going it might as well be.

                                            >You can almost hear the imaginary Bonnie in your head yelling at you for not going straight to the hospital, or chastizing you for your “dumb” plan in the first place.

                                            >I-it should be okay.

                                            >If anything happens you can...

                                            >The sounds stop and that nearly sends you over the edge in panic.

                                            >Things only get unnaturally quiet when a predator is nearby.

                                            >It should be a good thing.

                                            >This means you're close to Anon's house.

                                            >But it doesn't make you feel any better.

                                            >The seeping dread is almost overwhelming until you catch Anon's house through a thicket of trees.

                                            >He had his house built on the far side of ponyville among the trees, bordering the forest.

                                            >Which is one of the reasons why you like coming out here so much.


                                            >You bring your nose down, to smell the area, and sure enough his scent is all over the place.

                                            >That gives you the resolve to keep going.

                                            >Just a little m-

                                            >You whinny.

                                            >An unsteady buck lashes out when a figure, much larger than a pony jumps out to grab you.

                                            >Only with your injured leg, it causes you to fall flat on your face, causing you to let go of the robin.

                                            >You hear a deep laughter as the figure kneels down and pulls you to his chest.

                                            >"Whatchu got here, Lye?"

                                            >Cracking open an eye you see Anon anon cradling you in one arm and holding the bird in his other hand.

                                            >Thank the sun. It didn't get away.

                                            >Phase three is a go.

                                            "Anon." You barely manage nicker to greet him. "You scared me."

                                            >"Sorry, You didn't notice for once and I couldn't resist."

                                            >The human stands up.

                                            >You hook your good foreleg around his neck so you don't fall out and break something else.

                                            >"You don't look so Good, Lye. Do you have to take a shit or something?"

                                            >You scrunch your muzzle.

                                            >How could he not notice your leg practically falling off?


                                            "My leg's hurt real bad. You should leave me behind before something tries to eat us."

                                            >The human looks down inspecting it, with a small frown.

                                            >Then he starts laughing.

                                            >And he doesn't stop laughing.

                                            >...

                                            "What's so funny? I could have died coming out here."

                                            >"Come on, Lye it's just a little scrape that'll bruise at best, you little horses get up in arms at the most retarded shit." He keeps cackling.

                                            >Leg injuries are nothing to scoff at! Ponies that have their legs hurt are usually picked off first or left alone to die.

                                            >You snort, looking away at him.

                                            >Here you are getting him a present, risking your life to do so, and he's laughing at you.

                                            >You pin your ears and it makes him stall to a light chucking.

                                            >He lowers his head to the wound, and you nearly flinch away when he softly kisses it.

                                            >"There, all better."

                                            >...It does kind of feel better. You didn't realize humans could do healing magic.

                                            >"What's up with the bird anyways."

                                            "I was trying to get you a snack to pay you back for those peppermints and carrots you always give me."

                                            >The human looks at the robin with newfound interest.

                                            >You shut your eyes as hard as you can and turn to bury your muzzle into Anon's neck.


                                            "You can go ahead and eat it now. Just make it quick."

                                            >There’s a flutter of wings, and some frantic chirping.

                                            >Ohh Celestia, you're an accomplace to murder.

                                            >You honestly didn't think this far ahead.

                                            >Let’s see....

                                            >The name is going to have to change, Maybe something like Aryl.

                                            >With luck Anon will let you move out here with him.

                                            >Bonnie might know a thing or two about that whole secret identity business.

                                            >That means you two can still be friends, right?

                                            >Your ears twitch at a sound you don't expect.

                                            >The flapping of wings getting farther and farther.

                                            >Cracking an eye open you see it flying away.

                                            "What! After all that you let it go? I thought you liked eating birds."

                                            >Anon chuckles.

                                            >"I like chickens, quails, pheasants, and turkeys. Eating a robin is just plain gross, Lye."

                                            >There's a difference?

                                            >You scrunch your muzzle again.

                                            >Why are humans so weird?


                                            >He leans down again, this time kissing your cheek.

                                            >"It still means a lot to me." He starts chuckling again. "I can say for sure none of you little horses have ever done something like this before. "

                                            >You snort.

                                            ”Well, if it’s all the same I think I’ll bring a banana for you next time.”

                                            >"I’d like that.“ He makes his way to his house, with you still in his arms.

                                            >”Now come on, you silly pony. I got some bandages and stuff if you're really that worried about your leg."