Ah, what a quiet day it is.
>”Dahlia! Dahlia!”
>Guess not anymore and it’s Dah-lie-la not Dah-La-Li-Uh. It peeves you off that it keeps gett- No, calm down Dahlia. You can correct Windy later.
>You take a deep breath before answering the worried mare.
Yes, Windy?
>”Have you gotten any messages from Posey?!”
Woah Woah. What’s the matter?
>”Posey hasn’t texted any of us! Not Onyx, Pipp, or anypony!”
So why haven’t you asked her?
>”I tried that! She’s locked herself in her own home! Nopony can go in or out! So have you gotten any text messages from her?!”
No, I haven’t. Why is she suddenly acting more like a hermit than she usually does?
>”I DON’T KNOW! OH CAN YOU PLEASE CHECK UP ON HER!? I’M WORRIED SICK FOR HER!!!”
>You look down at the sobbing mess of fur and feathers.
>You can’t help but feel sorry for the pegasus.
>You get up from the bench and trot towards the fields of Equestria.
>You finally make it to Posey’s house. 
>Well, what’s left of it.
>Her house is covered from roof to ground in thick nasty vines.
>You trot around the perimeters of the cottage to see if there was a sliver of an entrance to squeeze through.
>No dice, completely sealed with all the tanglement of vines and stems.
>You trot back to the front and tap at the foliage.
>Nope, can’t buck through. Too strong for brute force.
>Quick flapping fills your ears as you see Windy quickly flying towards you.
>With a quick turn around, Windy screeches to a halt in the air. 
>Panting and wheezing, Windy falls to the ground, barrel first.
>You sprint over to the red pegasus and help her up.
>”Th–thanks.”
Do you have anything sharp that can cut through?
>With a shrug, Windy looks through her purse to find anything sharp.
>To you and Windy’s luck, she manages to find her pony scouts pocket knife.
>After hoofing the knife over to you, you grip the blade’s hilt and begin etching at the flexible, yet tough foliage.
>The sun was setting over the horizon by the time you, and some help from Windy after she came back with another knife, made it through the organic obstacle.
>You and Windy are on the front porch of Posey’s house.
>You reach the handle and jostle it.
>It’s not budging.
>You get down low and feel over to the bars that hold up the left handle of the porch.
>Feeling each bar, you manage to find a spare key tapped on one of them.
>Pulling the key off the bar, you feel the sticky residue of the tape on the key.
>You slot the key in the keyhole and turn.
>The lock makes an audible click, and the door swings open with a shrieking creak.
>Your worry for the earth mare begins to fester as you and Windy trot in.
>The entire house is dark. You reach over and flick on a lightswitch.
>The darkness from the foyer retreats to the entrances of the dining and living room.
>You trot and reach the edge of the foyer that enters the living room.
Posey? Are you in here?
>No answer. Just dead silence.
>You reach over and flick another lightswitch.
>The lightbulbs flicker a bit before springing to life.
>You and Windy search throughout the room, but no luck. She isn’t there.
>You look to your left and see the dark hallway that leads to Posey’s room.
>The two of you trot over to the bedroom door at the end of the hall.
>You and Windy look at each other, unsure of who should knock first.
>You reach over to the wooden door and knock on the door with your hoof.
>Nopony’s answering. Normally you’re a lot more patient than your friend, but now’s not the time to play the waiting game.
>You open the door, causing it to let out a long and loud creak. 
>The room, just like the other rooms, is completely dark.
>Flipping up the switch, the room is lit up a tad bit. The slider for brightening the room at the very bottom.
>Posey is laying in her bed, covered under her sheets.
>Windy trots up to Posey.
>”Posey! You haven’t answered any of my texts or calls!!! Are you okay!?!”
>>”No…”
Well, what’s wrong Posey?
>Posey lightly tosses a piece of paper onto the ground.
>Windy picks up the piece of paper and looks at it.
>On the paper is a description of a tribe Posey is most likely related to, and at the bottom of the page had a name of one of the previous elements of harmony.
>”Is that why you’re not answering my calls? You’re related to Fluttershy?”
>The covers shuffle around a bit, indicating the yellow pony’s affirmative nod.
Posey…
>Posey creeps her head out of her cover, her pink mane color staining her yellow fur.
>Tears going down her face, darkening the fur on her face.
>You didn’t know what to think; you consider yourself as much of a traditionalist as Posey and taught to hate unicorns by your Auntie Mayflower, and even after you have grown to like unicorns, there’s still a wariness towards them that lingers in you.
>To think that your childhood friend was part unicorn surprised you, but you also saw the irony of it all.
>The irony of hating a breed while being in the same bloodline.
>”We don’t care if you’re related to a unicorn or Princess Cadence; we still like you for you.”
Yeah, who cares what a DNA test says. Remember when we were young and we galloped through the flowers? Or when you put that colt in his place when he made fun of me?
>Posey lets out a soft chuckle before sitting up in her bed.
>>”Yeah, I threw sand in his eyes after school… But what does that have to do with me being part unicorn?”
I didn’t think of you any less then like I didn’t think of you any less now.
>A smile forms on Posey’s face, replacing the glum expression.
>”Hey! How about we get some milkshakes for this occasion? I’ll pay!”
>>”Now hold on a moment!”
>Windy and you stop; your friend trots over to the hat rack, picks up her sun hat to place on her head, and wipes off the runny mascara with a hoof.
>>”Now I’m ready!”
>The three of you trot out of the door, laughing and discussing what flavor to purchase.