//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: The machine is broke down // by RainbowAdmin //------------------------------// She fell asleep. I looked at my watch – 3:00 a.m. It’s late. Oh well. I do not care. Who are you? And where are you from? What's going on? Maybe something became clear in the morning. Judging by her swearing while sitting in the bag she speaks English. And her whole evening silence can be attributed to shock. I felt her breath. It was soft and warm. And I felt her heart beating. A little more rapidly than humans, but quietly, only occasionally it speeds up it’s pace for a few seconds. I did not notice how did my hand start to scratch the blue pegasus, gently touching her behind the ear. Her fur was wonderfully soft to the touch. As if crossed gentle silk and a peach skin. And I felt her smell. It smelled like the air after a thunderstorm. But only a few times more strong. She trusts me? How is this possible? We met no more than a few hours ago, and she sleeps next to me? Hell, major, what happens? How could someone be so pure and innocent, as this creature? How did you make me help you? Even the general was not always possible to get me to work offering a tidy sum. Fatigue manifested itself. How many days I did not sleep? Two or three? I closed my eyes and began to do the usual thing for myself - deceiving my body. I liked this dream. It seems to be asleep, but at the same time you perfectly hear what's going on. When I felt that the room was brighter, considering a working nightlight, I opened my eyes. The clock showed eight in the morning. My guest was still sleeping in the same position as she fell asleep five hours ago. I got out of bed with great difficulty uncoupled from a rainbow-maned stuck, gently, that she did not wake up. I went to the bathroom, washed and shaved off my stubble. Then I went to the kitchen. The refrigerator was empty. Never store food on a commercial scale. Grocery store around the corner of my house was opened at half past seven in the morning. I went there. So, what do horses eat? Hay, vegetables, fruit, do not disdain frogs. These thoughts swirled in my head while I stared around at the shelves. Okay, let’s go on a simple way. Take of vegetables, fruits and bread. I’ll make something with it. Potatoes, cucumbers, tomatoes, apples, bananas, sour cream and a couple of loaves of bread lay at the cash register counter. I return home, quickly shred salad, washed fruits and put them in a deep bowl, fried potatoes. It was 9:30 a.m. I cooked a cup of coffee and sat down. Making the next breath, I heard back a bit shy and sleepy voice: “Good morning…” “Yeah, hello.” I turned back and saw my guest. She looked a little funny, pasted over with patches and hair, sticking out in all directions, as if on a rainbow factory an explosion occurred. “Um… I…” “Snack? There is a salad and fried potatoes.” “Yeah, I'd eaten a cloud!” My guest became braver. “What does it smell?” “Coffee. Want some? Or tea will be better?” “I think tea. Thanks.” I poured into her plate some potatoes and salad. And for some reason, put down a fork. She took a fork in her hoofsy and began eat breakfast. What? Fork? At the hoof? How? Patrick, you should see a doctor. While she eats breakfast, I make some tea for her. This time was green. It is very good for bracing in the morning. And there were the rest of oat cookies. “I'm Patrick. Patrick Jacks.” I don't know why I decided to tell her my real name. “Oh, sorry. I forget to introduce. My name is Rainbow Dash. You can call me Dash.” This cute blue creation smiled and I had not choice to smile back. “Yesterday you handled those terrible monsters... It looked awesome!” The last drop of embarrassment runs away from my guest. “It’s just my work. Do you remember how did you get here?” “Nope! I was training… Well, okay, I was sleeping on a cloud.” She smiled shyly. “And I woke up when those three monsters tied me, but I did not have time to do anything!” Well, at least some progress. Recalling skills, stupid robot. “What does your cutie mark mean?” She looked at me. “Cutie what?” I was a little bit confused. “Not “cutie what” a cutie MARK!” Dash showed her croup with the picture of cloud and lightning. “It appears when you find your talent. Your cutie mark is strange. And it’s only one-sided.” She poked her hoof on my right arm, just above the elbow, where there was a tattoo of a shield with a dragon's head on it. “Oh, it's a tattoo. It’s the symbol of my group. It's not talent. Just a memory.” “You’re weird…” I'm weird? A cutie mark? What is she telling about? I feel that the conversation will be long. Oh, you know how to attract troubles, major.