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// Grey 
// Story: Ruins 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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"Morning, Twi."

Spike lingered beside the gravestone for a couple more seconds. Timby rattled up beside him and let out a playful yip.

The dragon picked up the basket by the grave. "I'm heading off to collect apples again. I'll be back in a bit."

He stepped away, letting the basket fall to his side. He sucked in a breath before opening his wings.





Sunny picked at the crust on her toast.

Hitch placed a cup of tea beside her plate. "For your throat." He nudged it closer. "Still can't speak?"

Sunny shook her head. Her eyes lingered on the curl of steam rising from the cup.

She looked away, clenching her eyes shut.

"I'll let it cool down a little first." Hitch's voice was accompanied by the clink of porcelain.

She opened her eyes again. The teacup was gone. The floorboards creaked with Hitch's hoofsteps behind her.

She reached for the jar of jam.

It was just out of reach.

A dim shimmer enveloped the jar before it slid toward her.

Had Izzy been here the whole time?

Sunny turned her head. The unicorn cracked a smile in response.

Sunny took the jar, scooping a gooey blob onto her toast.

Maybe it was for the better that she stay here, in Maretime Bay.

She set the jar down and lifted the toast to her mouth.

Just Sunny, the smoothie-stand pony.

She bit down on the toast.

No more Sunny the adventurer.

Chew. Swallow.

Bite again.

Chew. Swallow.

Bite.

Chew.

Swallow.

Bite.

Sunny blinked as she pulled her hoof from her mouth.

The teacup was there again.

Sunny reached out, taking it into her hooves.

Blow.

Sip.

Blow.

Sip.

Go through the motions.

Sunny closed her eyes.

For now, that's all she needed to do.

Go through the motions.