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// Grounded 
// Story: Beyond Blind Eyes 
// by Lunaric 
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"She got into a minor accident, so I'm to be your attendant for the next few days." A large red stallion stood next to the blue filly. 

"Oh, that's not good. Is she okay at least?" Despite being blind, even her eyes look concerned.

"She is." A nod. "From what I've heard it was only a sprain. Cotton Ball's a tough one, she is. Most pegasi would have broken their fetlock."

"Silver linings I suppose..." The filly turned back down to a wooden ball at her hooves. This filly's really odd. Though what filly isn't?

"Eeyup." Phalanx's armour clinked as he nodded. Solid Phalanx looked up and saw the norm. The front room of the orphanage was crowded with the little ones, with the occasional adult helping them out or supervising. As mind-numbing as his job could be at times, it trained him to enjoy boring moments such as these. And so, Solid stood solid with a faint smile on his muzzle. Occasionally the filly would knock her ball around and make a noise or ask a question about magic he had no way of answering. It's nice. Seeing a blind filly doing something as simple as playing with a ball. It may be wooden, but it's still a ball. 

A voice snapped Solid from his reverie. "Oh uhh, sir? Can you get the ball for me? I lost it." She was looking up at him with her eyes closed. Looking around, he found the ball less than two hooves from her. Chuckling under his breath, he nudged the ball back towards her. "It's not that funny. Now if it was right behind me, then it would be." She heard that? He looked at her. She does have large ears... The filly went back to doing magic on the ball. He didn't know if what she was doing was attempting levitation or some entry-level transformative magic. 

Solid settled back into his stance now that his charge needed no more assistance. Lazily scanning the room, as most guards did when on calmer jobs, he saw fillies playing some sort of game, colts chasing each other or smashing toys against each other, adults trying their best to reign in the little ones. Solid stood solid with a faint smile on his muzzle.

Some sort of altercation occurred between what looked like two fillies which grew to four, then eight. Suddenly a quarter of the room broke into chaos. Solid would like to go help, but he was tasked with taking care of this little filly. Also not that good at dealing with foals. Looking back up, he saw a tall yellow mare walking into the hurricane with a smile. She fluttered from filly to colt to filly. Not ten seconds later, The children were back to normal, though a few of them looked slightly disappointed. Ah, Sunny Disposition. Don't know how you do it.

She looked to the other side of the room, where Solid was. He did his best to appear as professional as possible. Scanning their side, she lightly smiled, noticing the two of them. He wished she would walk over, but alas, he was too good at his job. This side is calm, and so is my charge. Looking down at the filly, she was still fiddling with her magic, trying to make the ball move more than a simple twitch. After trying for almost a week now, if his report was correct, she was obviously frustrated. Her ears pointed down and the occasional thud from her hitting the ground. 

"Hey. Why don't you take a break? It's making you frustrated and nopony can learn while frustrated."

The filly let out a groan and hit the ball with her hoof. "God, It's just so annoying! But, yeah, that's probably a good idea." The filly started to calm and sit straight. Weird to think that a filly her age is even able to meditate. Looking back up, He saw Sunny looking at them with a smile one last time before disappearing further into the orphanage. 

Solid stood solid with a larger smile on his muzzle.