Assisted by a furious gale, the front door rockets open, sending shock waves through the house. With a paw still raised from kicking the door open, a Gryphon strides in, calling out into the house.
“Hey Dash! I brought ha--”
Fluttershy squeaked, throwing the bandaging tape into the air. Landing, it rolls, leaving behind a twisted trail of linen as it unraveled around her. Dumbfounded, the two stare awkwardly at each other, the gryphon glancing between the injured filly and fluttershy.
Fluttershy looks down and away from the stuttering intruder, catching quick looks at the confused gryphon.
“You did this?” Finally, the first words exchanged. Looking at the white linen wrapping around Rainbow’s broken wing, the gryphon’s jaw moves a little closer to the ground.
“Y-yes.” A small proud smile could be barely seen through her hidden face. Fluttershy felt good. She had just helped somepony who needed it, and had done it well.
More confused at the reaction, the gryphon lowers, her face stretching from awe, to grim. She begins to glare at the shy filly, growling with a voice filled with shards of glass.
“You did this to Dash?”
“I --- I…” Fluttershy cowers, being pushed further against the wall by the overwhelming presence of the gryphon. The used to be mentally stumbling, now mentally oppressive, gryphon flooding Fluttershy’s mind with fear. Stumbling backwards and tangling herself in the bandages falling from her hooves.
She begins closing the gap between her and Fluttershy as a snake might; slowly slithering, gliding in the small space, circling the quivering filly. Observing the melting butter yellow pony with soul chilling eyes, determined on discovering how this happened, then dealing justice to this very unlikely attacker.
“Why did you hurt Dash, eh? A poor flyer like you, I bet you were jealous.” Poison seeping through her teeth, the twilight starting to gloom the room, adding to the dark thoughts passing through the gryphon.
Jealous, could that be why she helped Rainbow Dash? No, why would she help if she envied her. But the idea stuck, burned into her thinking. Could it be? No, it couldn’t, but maybe?
Though she was somewhat deep in thought, her terrified look didn’t leave her. Her breathing steadily getting closer to hyperventilation, her eyes grew as if they got bigger through soaking in all the details of her oppressor. But that was not the case; in reality, she could could barely see…
Or hear…
Or do anything that involved her senses. She could almost be considered paralyzed.
Her mind was numb as well; the only thought comprehensible currently was this: she needed to get out. The thought kickstarted her brain a bit, but only to finish hearing more sharp poison escape from the lips on the gryphon;
“-eh? You think this little act is fooling me? You may look scared bu-”
Closing her eyes, the tears that had collected drained in streaks of silver as the pressure brought from that action allowed them to flow. Fluttershy lowered her head down and to the side, she looks as though she were about to something she very much didn’t want to do.
The bundle of softness charges into the still speaking gryphon. Though caught off guard, the bird of prey manages to expertly spin out of the way, extending her claws as she does. Her sharp talons inject themselves into the side of Fluttershy’s unprotected face as she rushes by.
A soft moan from the attack as Fluttershy’s wing gets caught in the mess of linen surrounding the trio. The walls and ceiling moved from their correct position in slow motion as her body was jerked backwards by the weight connected to the bandages, a scream ejecting from the throat of the injured filly, and a snap echoing with it.
Slowly, not wanting to, turning to see Rainbow's wing, Fluttershy cringed at what she saw. The carefully wrapped flying device was was now exposed again, and this time, Fluttershy may have torn a tendon, leaving the wing limp at the side of the painfully sleeping filly. The crack that ensued the clumsy fall was terrible, leaving both pony and gryphon incredibly nervous that Rainbow Dash should ever fly again.
“I shouldn’t have been here, I shouldn’t have helped her!” Fluttershy screamed at herself. Her kindness and thoughtlessness may have cost a pegasus her flight. With that, she evacuated the building, her eyes now freely exposing the tears they were hiding, the only sound escaping her lips were that of weeping and pitiful sorrow.
The picture perfect day was lost on Fluttershy as she wept. She ran from Rainbow’s house crying. Crying through the wind as her hooves galloped her to her home. Tears streaming off her face into the gentle gusts of wind swirling around her.
Vision blurred as the combination of moisture and salt stung her eyes, fumbling with the door handle to her home, emotions coursing through her as freely as water flows through a river. Golden beams sparkling in the droplets leaving the safety of her eyes, her whole body shaking with the pure emotion that her sobs brought.
Getting across the chasm that seemed to engulf the distance between her room and herself, seemed impossible, but she didn’t care. Not even giving a look for her painfully plain dwelling, she left a scattered trail of liquid sadness as she carelessly, quickly, navigated through her memoryless home. If you could call it home. It almost felt as though no pony lived here.
Though not a single pony had visited her, any that had would have thought they were at a very well kept, unused house. There was not a single piece of decor, nor sliver of memory to be found in the confines of the blank living quarters. But to Fluttershy, it fit. To all who had spoken to Fluttershy, and those that have were few and none of them could be considered friends, would have said so to.
She welcomed the feel of her bed underneath her with an emotionally spent body still shaking from fear and sorrow. And so she wept, soaking her tail as she attempted to stay the flow with it. Silently whispering to herself, regrets from helping that cyan filly Rainbow Dash soak into her thoughts. She was still unsure of why she had helped that mare.