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She had given me carrot and water. At least, now I have something to eat. It isn’t, as if I could have expected her to make anything special just for me. Not after everything she had already done for me.
She had given me a home. A cottage, like the one my friend: Fluttershy lives in.
”Levitating the food, to my kitchen should not be a problem!” I ponder.
Just the two plastic baskets; one with carrot, and one with water. I am after all Twilight; I know my levitation, since it is one of the earliest spells a Unicorn learns to handle.
Just that I want to explore my new home, rather than be distracted by carrying anything around; looking for a kitchen, as I am exploring.
”Maybe I should just leave it here?” I ponder.
”The carrot does look good!” I ponder; stopping to nibble a bit, for a moment.
I take a few sips of the water, she had given me; before I finally do leave the gift in the still empty cloak-room.
Since I can’t wear her clothes; either in size, or in style.
There is a shoe-rack, with place for numerous shoes; and space to hang the coat that I do not have. Since the outside is still in her room and on her desk; I have little to no use of out-doors clothes, right now. Yet, maybe I should have had a few sets just for the feel of having them. A sense of normality.
”It is fortunate; I am not an Earth-pony or Pegasus, considering how this floor-plan is!” I ponder.
Maybe she is not a home-decorator, or an architect; but she could at least draw my home, with enough details to make me feel at home. At least, going by what I had just seen.
I feel, as if it is vaguely like the cottage, where Fluttershy lives; not like the Tree house I had, or the Crystal Castle. Certainly not like my family home, or where I lived in Canterlot; as I was studying for Princess Celestia.
Now I leave the gift, on the shoe-rack; before I open the door out of the cloak-room. Stepping out into the living-room. I find myself in a very spacious room. Not exactly Spartan, but it certainly is not overcrowded with stuff either.
While it is further to the ceiling in her room, even as I had been standing on the desk; the sensation of the high ceiling still hit me, as I stepped into my new living room. The ceiling in the cloak room is fairly normal to me, but now I had just stepped into a room, where it is more than twice as high.
”Ooooh!” escaped my lips, as I enter the room.
I have the door to my new kitchen on the right. Though I guess she had left every door closed. Is it a thing in drawing or rendering; I have no idea, and I guess I don’t need to know. Not really.
She had drawn regular doors, nothing fancy. Just polished and lacquered oak-wood doors, like the once one would have inside one’s home. The human style, of course; since she does not know, how pony-style doors would even work. I could not blame her. Maybe I could ask her to change it, if I could explain how my doors work?
While the house is new; I still sense the air, of the rooms had not had the benefit of some fresh air. Since forever. Though could be part of the rendering process, of course. Who am I to say?
The cloak room walls had been laid with an uncharacteristically light beech wood panel. The floor is laid with light purple ceramic tiles; expected to be durable enough, to last me a lifetime. I could clean it as I please, if and when needed. Or, just because I felt like doing it.
In the white ceiling; there is a lamp, in the shape of a hexagonal star, with stained glass. Incidentally, she had chosen purple glass. For now; I had not tested this lamp.
In my living room, the floor is laid with a lighter brown oak wood parquet. The walls are laid with a pink cherry-wood panel.
I have a staircase on the right and left sides of the room, leading to my bedrooms on the right and two guest bed rooms on the left. Both have a girl’s room and a shower in what I assume in the human style.
Since I had found the kitchen; I carry the food over, placing it onto the top of the dinner table.
While I am there; I notice there are four chairs by the table. All wooden chairs, carved out of beech wood; but the seats look as if they had been laid with some manner of a hide, only dyed in lavender. Not sure, how she managed it; but I guess, it should be nice to sit on.
I have a sink, with a water tap; with both hot and cold water. There is a stove and an oven, as well. Even a fridge and a freezer.
On closer examination; there are plates, glasses, forks, knives and spoons too.
The Plates are purple porcelain, but with little stars on the border, as if she had tried to recreate my mark? The drinking glasses are indeed glass; as if they had been blown, rather than form pressed facsimiles. My cutlery is stainless steel, fresh out of the mint; but cold enough to hold in one’s hand, if one had had hands, that is. Which I do not.
”This does look, like a kitchen; just not one, I have ever been in!” I ponder; knowing full well, this had been designed by a Human and for Humans.
I could not blame her. Though it is still looking good, and I can use these. Mainly, thanks to being a Unicorn in the first place.
”Maybe, it is time I take my time; trying these carrots, she gave me?” I mumble, as I slip a portion of the carrot onto a plate.
With some effort, I manage to fill a glass with the water she gave me. Now I stab the carrot with the fork; lift the fork up and open my mouth, chewing carrot. I lift up the glass and take a sip. Like this; I continue, until I had managed to consume the entire meal.
”These are good carrots!” I mumble to myself; ”I need to store what is left, for later!” I continue.
I lift up enough carrot, to fill one bowl at the time; placing each bowl into the fridge, for later. While I do not know, if she needs the bowl back right away; but I find it more convenient, to store the food in smaller bowls. Small enough, for my comfort. Besides, I can’t put in the entire bowl into the fridge, anyway.
Once the bowl of carrot is empty, I levitate it back to my door. Then I repeat the process, with the bowl of water; carrying this bowl to the door. Since the bowls are empty; I stack them; before I open the door, leaving them outside for her to pick them up.
”Wait!” I ponder; ”Maybe I could give her a small gift; to let her know, just how much I am appreciating what she has already done for me?” I continue.
She may not have hooves, but maybe her finger-nails is a good approximation? This should be a fairly simple spell for me; even if I want to make this reversible and permanent, for her.
If she likes the change, I can let it stay; if she does not, I could reverse or change it for her. I light my horn and cast the spell. Just a moment of focus, and her nails change. Shiny and purple, smooth and even. Just an even, light purple hue.
Now I step back, into my home; closing the door, returning to my housewarming party for one.
I am not alone, or ignored; besides, I had never been quite that extroverted Pony in the first place. I enjoy a moment, to myself; contemplative, in private study.
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