fragmine mentis insomnia · 1:23pm Oct 18th, 2014
The note she left behind when she moved out summed the whole thing up.
Have a good life, Dash. Think of the little ponies now and then. I'm sure I'll see your trails in the sky. I came to be the best, and it's not possible. Better to let it go now.
-- Cirrus Jetstream
I'll admit for a moment I thought what I'd always thought. Yeah, with an attitude like that, go ahead and quit.
Only it wasn't true. Cirrus had worked harder than any pony I'd ever seen in her classes. She was full speed ahead all the time. She was ready and willing. The only thing that'd failed her was the reality that she didn't have the wings and couldn't make up for the lack of it.
I didn't read any Hortensia Eiger stories after that. I didn't get the same sense of sunrise and the horizon like I did when I used to read them.
They were okay stories, I guess, but they always reminded me of Cirrus, and that always felt crappy.
I'm not sure I understand what this is.
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Fiction fragment.
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I thought as much, but I can't read latin.