Evanescence,
I do not want you to believe that your life in Equestria is simply a happenstance, so that you are constantly shocked by what you have gained and saddened by what you have lost. I know first-hoof what troubles can come from a sudden change in one’s life, and despite what my sister may believe I wish to learn more about you and the nation you are from. There may yet be a day when our populous mingles with theirs as one may speak with a cow or zebra – different yet wholly equal.
I see that you are saddened by your sister’s missing, while you hide your emotion from the most of the world I have known it for too long to miss the signs. There are ponies here who care for you, young one. Do not hide your feelings from them. When you feel it is appropriate, my door will be open to you. I can wait as long as is necessary.
Her Royal Highness
Princess of the Moon
Luna
The scroll lay sealed at the bottom of a saddlebag, flying about the city of Canterlot by way of a blonde pegasus mare. 138 West Trotter Street was not the farthest house on her route, it wasn’t even the last house on its road, but Derpy saved this house for last with a special conversation in mind. It was well past noon when the last scroll was the only message left in her mailbag and the gray mare’s hooves landed on the front stoop of her target. Rather than simply leaving the message in its box and fly away, Derpy knocked on the door and waited patiently for the bright orange mare inside to answer. After a moment, the door swung open.
“Gooood afternoon… Evanescence.” Derpy’s skull-splitting smile was met with a cold blank stare from the deceptively brightly colored mare.
“Derpy… My name’s Sunspot.” The mare’s smile suddenly deformed into an angry scowl.
“No!” Derpy protested, pulling the last scroll out of her mail bag. “See here? Evanescence, 138 West Trotter Street, Canterlot. You’re the only one who has ever lived here, how is that not your name?” As she protested, a shining steel-grey figure appeared from behind Sunspot, reaching out to take the scroll.
“She’s got a houseguest. Nice try though, A for effort.” Evanescence walked back into the recesses of the home, oblivious to the conversation between the two mares in front.
“A? A what?” Derpy inquisitively watched the steel gray mare walk somberly away until she was out of sight. Then, struck with a sudden realization, she bounced up into the air, knocking Sunspot down and pinning her to the floor. She leaned in close, once again dawning a gigantic smile. “Four days ago you said you were going on a date with some mare, and you’d tell me her name if it went well.” Sunspot tried to push Derpy off, beginning to swear under what seemed like a bizzarly happy interrogation. “Well… There’s a new mare in your house, so I think things went well. And I had to learn her name was Effervescent all by my self.”
“Evanescence.” The curt response took Derpy off guard. She blinked, accidentally letting her eyes drift apart. Sunspot took the moment of weakness to throw Derpy aside – although not to the ground thanks to her winged nature. “My marefriend’s name is Evanescence, and things are not going great for her right now.”
Derpy sat, listening to Sunspot’s recollection of the past few days – Evanescence coming to Equestria, some vague details of trouble in Ponyville, their meeting, then the banishment. Derpy listened to every detail, quietly considering the tale as a reflection of her own experience growing up. When Sunspot was done, Derpy got up to leave. Before setting a hoof outside, she turned back.
“In my life, I have learned that with time, and if ponies care about you, any wound can be healed.” She took another step out the door, quietly continuing to herself, “so long as nothing pulls too hard at the stitches.”