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// Chapter 3: The Talk 
// Story: Frostbite: The book of Legends 
// by Silver Mist The bat pony 
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I knocked on the oh so familiar blue door and waited for a response. The door opened and her head peaked through the doorway. 
"Frost. Hey there. Hang on." She closed the door and opened it a second later. 

"Wanna take a walk?" She asked. I cocked my head to the side in confusion. 
She always chose to go to some bakery or the library. I decided not to question it and allowed her to lead. It wasn't a really bad idea, actually. The sun shined bright in the sky, the clouds drifting by had a a good look to them. 

"So, anything on your mind as of late?" She asked out of the blue
"No, unfourtanetly." I responded in a clear sign of disintrest in the topic.
"Ah, I've just been talking care of my Dinky."
"Oh, really? I didn't know that foal was yours."

She looked at me, flabergated.
"The foal I mentioned in most of the stories I told you?" She asked. I shrugged, really not knowing how to respond. I looked to the roads, watching ponies go about their way, smiling as if it where any other day.

Unfourtanetly, that turned out to be correct.
"How's the mail workin out for you?" I asked, trying to break the silence.
"Oh, nothing new. Same ponies, same messages." She answered. I felt a sudden tension. One that warned me of the obvious next question. 

"Frost, why won't you get friends? Or at least consider me one?" She asked. I groaned. I tried to avoid talking about friendship for as long as I lived. Especially if it meant that dream was kept hidden. I looked at her and noticed something in her eyes I never saw when she asked. A look of pleading. I felt a stab of guilt in my heart. I sighed. I was gonna need to answer after all.

"I really don't like talking about it, so I'll make it short. I used to live somewhere else that was attacked. The water brought me here, you found me, brought me to the doctors, and I had a dream that made me realize that life is better without friendship. The end. Happy?" I summarized before turning away.

I looked back and saw her completely stunned. 
"You let a dream tell you about friendship? That is so-so-stupid! A dream could mean anything. If it means what you thought it did, then, well, dreams can give bad advice." She argued then chuckled. "To think ponies said your smart." 

"Okay, so what are you gonna do about it?" I asked, ammused in her arguement. 

"I'm gonna show you the power of friendship!" She yelled in triumph.
"Sure you can. As long as you let me teach you about voice control. Ponies get tired of that crap quick." I said. She blushed, took my hoof and ran towards sugercube corner.