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// Episode 7: Love and War 
// Story: COLD 
// by Shadow Spector 
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Episode 7: Love and War 


	Candid pushed aside the ponies he was marching passed, disregarding everyone in his way. He wasn’t in a rush, but he didn’t want to have to wait for anyone.
“Move,” he said as he shoved an elderly mare aside.
He resented his reliance on the ponies, but he knew that he needed them if he was going to survive. He specifically needed the medicine for his eye so he wouldn’t be killed by any infection, but he doubted that any bacteria he was fighting off would be any worse than the treatment he’d been facing already. 
“Hey, watch it!” a stallion reprimanded as Candid pushed passed him.
Instantly, Candid snapped his neck back to face the pony before crinkling up his snout. “I’ll keep an eye out for you next time. How’s that?”
Without waiting for a response, the griffon marched onward, but before he could make it very far, the stallion spoke again from the distance.
“Yeah, you better run!”
Without a beat of hesitance, Candid turned back to face the stallion. “You want to run that by me again?”
“Yeah, you just run instead of facing confrontation. You can't expect to just call someone out and then run away as if you've won.”
“Oh yeah?” Candid reached up a talon to remove the eyepatch from his mutilated socket. “How’s that??”
“Oh, Celestia!” the stallion gagged. “What is that?!”
“Yeah, that’s right. Get an eyeful!”
Instead of following the orange non-pony’s wishes, the stallion took the opportunity to turn his tail and flee down the hallway at max speed.
“Who’s running now?!” Candid called back down before sliding his eyepatch back on. He then returned to his place down the corridor as if nothing had happened.
As the griffon marched, ponies were now clearing the way for him after seeing what had just happened. Candid turned a blind eye to them though, disregarding whatever anyone thought of him.
He was just coming to the main lobby when he noticed the short line of ponies waiting to be helped. As he was walking passed the equines to skip the line altogether, he was interrupted.
“Aren’t you that griffon that saved this place?” a stallion asked.
“I guess.”
“Cool,” he nodded with no expression. “Get in line.”
The orange non-pony scowled, but with the look of four other equines with inherent power, he saw the smarter choice in that moment was to comply. He waited quietly in the back of the line in frustration for his turn to come up. By the time he arrived at the front, he regained his frown to get back into his mindset.
“Hello,” a female nurse said with a forced smile. “How may I-.”
“Yeah, yeah, cut the fertilizer,” Candid interrupted. “I just need my weekly antibiotics.”
The nurse flinched before clearing her throat awkwardly and checking some papers. “And what will these antibiotics be used for?”
Candid slouched in disbelief before waving a clawless talon around his face where his empty eye socket was. 
The nurse scowled. “I don’t like your attitude.”
“Well I don’t like you.”
“. . . You know I don’t have to help you-.”
“Yes, you do. It’s your job.
Before the nurse could respond, she was interrupted by a voice behind her.
“It’s okay, I’ve got this. I know what he’s on about.”
The nurse rolled her eyes before moving away, revealing a white-vested red earth pony stallion. From behind the counter, he stood tall with purpose, but also as if trying not to let emotion cloud his face at the sight of the griffon. 
“Hello, Candid,” he said in a kind tone.
“What do you want, Degree?”
“That’s Dr. Degree.”
“Did I stutter?”
Degree recoiled, taking a couple seconds before answering. “Well, Candid. I’d like to help you. Isn’t that why you’re here?”
Candid scoffed. “I’m here to get my refill, okay? I’ve already been here far too long.”
“That’s understandable, Candid, and I just ask that you wait for a moment while we get that filled up. Can you do that for me, please?”
The griffon’s expression froze, the only movement being slight twitches here and there. Degree clenched his teeth before deciding to continue.
“It’ll be ready before you know it, Candid. I promise. Why don’t you just take a seat until it’s ready? We’ll call you when it’s done.”
The griffon sighed as he rolled his lone eye, but he did as the doctor requested. Without saying a word, he stormed off to the seats of the lobby, plopping himself down on a chair in hopes that the cushion would stop the speed of his fall. He thought wrong.
Although the seat sustained his level in the air, the hard landing caused his body to rock to the right, resulting in his right arm hitting into an unfortunate creature in the seat next to him.
“Owwie!” a gentle voice yelped.
Immediately when Candid heard that cry, the griffon felt something he had not felt all morning: guilt. Instinctively, he turned to whoever fell victim to his blunder.
“Whoops,” he gritted his teeth.
“It’s okay-.” The voice cut itself off abruptly.
Beside Candid was a maroon pony with a blue and orange mane that flickered like fire. She appeared normal except for the widened eyes and mouth that accompanied her beautiful face.
“It’s you . . . ,” she said in astonishment.
Candid narrowed his only eye. “Have we met or something?”
“Well yes, but actually no.”
The griffon blinked in confusion before the pony corrected herself nervously.
“I mean, it’s hard to explain. I just . . .” She began searching her mind for anything before her face lit up in an idea. “You were the one who saved us from that hydra last week.”
The griffon slouched. “Let me guess: you're going to discredit me too, huh?”
The pony shook her head innocently before speaking again in a sweet tone. “I think you’re a hero.”
Immediately, the griffon tensed at the title. He was speechless at the acknowledgement, but as he replayed the message in his head, Candid’s eye flickered in recognition. “Your voice sounds familiar.”
The equine giggled before she twirled her hoof to try and think of the best way to reply. “Well, I sort of got the guards away from you and that yak when you were at the community tavern.”
“Wait, that was you?” Candid bolted upright in his chair before his eye caught on a single feature on the pony. From the middle of her forehead stood a maroon horn that poked through her mane. For a split second, Candid was on guard, but the soothing sound of the unicorn was quick to calm him down.
“Well, I knew the guards here would never acknowledge what you did for all of us,” she said in subdued excitement. It was as if she couldn't even look at the griffon without smiling. “I had to repay the Community Hero somehow.”
The griffon’s eyebrows lowered emotionally as if he was getting something he had been without for quite some time. The maroon pony shrugged humbly as her eyes closed tightly in delight, causing the griffon to barely crack a smile at the sight.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
The unicorn was beaming as if all of her dreams were coming true. “My name is Thauma.”
The orange non-pony gestured to himself. “The name’s Candid.”
“I know.” Immediately, Thauma’s eyes widened. “I mean, I know now . . .”
The griffon tilted his head at the choice of words, causing the unicorn to put on yet another layer of scared expressions. She stumbled over her words before finally getting one coherent thought.
“I should go.” Immediately, she got up before putting a strap bag around her.
“Wait,” Candid called out, but Thauma was already leaving.
As the griffon got up to chase after her, he was interrupted by Degree grabbing his attention.
“Here are your antibiotics so you don’t get any infections from your eye, Candid.”
The griffon said nothing. He simply stared at the young equine that marched off awkwardly. “Who was that pony?”
“Um, I don’t know. Well, I do know but I can't say because that would be a breech of her privacy, and you know how we can't be saying-.”
"I get it," Candid scoffed. “But if you can't tell me then I'll need to find out for myself.”


As soon as the griffon dropped off the medicine at his own residence, he was right back to his own mini mission. He had to find out where that unicorn went. There was just something about her that he needed, something he was missing. It was as if he had unfinished business that he was desperate to regain control over.
 As soon as he set off to find the mystery mare, Candid was soon to realize one thing: he had no idea where she would have gone to. With the immensity of the community, there was no place to start. Candid felt that she was familiar and that he had seen her for a fraction of a moment before today, but he did not remember the exact area that this moment was. It was becoming apparent to the griffon that he was not going to find her on his own. Lucky for him, company was soon to follow.
As Candid marched through the streets, a bizarre yet familiar sight overtook his attention. It was something that the griffon could not ignore, so he decided to get his curiosity over with and approach the creature that was piquing his interest. He came across the yak that was holding flowers in one cloven-hoof as he marched confidently through the streets with the other three, causing Candid to not contain his confusion any longer.
“Droll, what are you doing?”
The brown non-pony barely seemed to notice his friend as he marched through the streets, causing Candid to repeat his question even louder to snap the yak out of whatever spell he seemed to be under. Immediately, the yak looked around startled before his eyes focused back on his flowers again, causing him to blush.
“Droll!” Candid yelled one more time.
Droll blinked and focused on his friend. “What?”
“What are those?”
The yak focused on the petunias in his grasp before giggling innocently. “Just for somepony.”
The griffon was about to turn away when he got the idea to ask for his help. “Hey, have you seen a dark-colored unicorn that may or not may have come from the community hospital?”
Candid waited for an answer for a couple of seconds, but quickly noticed that Droll was mesmerized with the flowers in his grasp again, causing the griffon to growl to catch the yak’s attention once more.
“Oh, what?” Droll asked. “Oh, no . . . Not at all.”
“You’re hopeless.”
Droll didn’t even seem to register what his friend said when his eyes lit up at something in the distance. “There pony is.”
Without giving Candid a chance to speak, the yak stampeded off away from him, leaving the griffon in frustrated solitude.
Candid gaze didn't leave the empty spot where Droll had been standing. “Fine, I’ll do it myself.”
The orange non-pony just shook his head as he turned to face the opposite direction of Droll. He had no idea what could be so distracting that he couldn’t focus on a simple question. After a sigh, Candid turned around to look at where Droll had gone, and that’s when he saw the rough sight.
Just three buildings down from where Candid was standing, his eye caught on the maroon pony in the distance as the brown yak hopped giddily while talking to her. Immediately, he began to steam in rage as he realized what was happening, and within the moment, the griffon was flying at full speed to the scene of betrayal.
“Flowers for pony,” Droll said in a trance.
Thauma stuttered for a moment before speaking. “Thank you, but I don’t really like petunias.”
“That okay,” Droll answered. “Pony can just-.”
“Stop!” Candid interrupted as he rushed towards them.
Thauma turned her pale eyes to face Candid, where she put on a pleased expression. “Candid! It’s good to see you yet again.”
The griffon disregarded the pony as he spoke to Droll. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The brown non-pony cleared his throat awkwardly before answering. “Well, pony help yak and griffon out before. Droll met pony later and now yak want to talk more.”
Candid shook his head as he stared down at his friend. “This isn’t a good idea, Droll. You don’t really react too well with girls older than you.”
“Actually, I’m 14,” Thauma tried to correct.
“And he just turned 13. My statement still stands.”
Droll regarded his friend in worry as he realized what might have been happening. He was quick to speak up. “Well, yak believe this will work. Thauma, look. Flowers. Did griffon bring anything?”
Candid frowned, but Thauma was quick to speak up as well.
“Well, no one really has to bring anything. It’s not like anyone has to gift something in order to be accepted." Suddenly, the unicorn froze. "Well, I mean, not anymore . . .”
Both Droll and Candid tilted their heads at the pony as if to say “seriously?” 
“What-I-mean-is,” Thauma spoke in quick succession, “nopony has to give me anything.”
Candid beamed at Droll as the yak’s face drooped, causing Thauma to be on edge.
“But these flowers are beautiful.” The pony’s horn glowed a dark blue as the flowers levitated out of Droll’s grasp, floating in the air just in front of her face. Thauma smelled the flowers apprehensively, but just as soon as she started sniffing, she began inhaling multiple times, each inhale lasting only a milli-second before, just a full second later, she sneezed to the side.
“Droll!” the griffon scolded. “She’s allergic!”
“No-no,” Thauma said in her gentle voice as her nose began to glow red. “I’m fine. They’re beauti-ACHOO!”
“It’s okay,” Candid said, getting closer to Thauma. “We can dispose of those flowers and forget all about how Droll ruined things.”
“No!” Droll firmly disagreed. “Yak can give more flowers.”
“Can’t you see that she doesn’t want flowers?”
“Yak just thought it seemed right to give petunias . . .”
“No, it’s fine,” Thauma said in a now-nasally voice that still appeared as gentle as can be. “I can just take these away and fix my allergies as is.”
Candid stepped forward. “Let me help you-.”
“No,” Thauma interrupted, scuffling away from the two non-ponies. “I’ll be okay. I will see you two around.”
Both non-ponies raised their arms to intervene, but in unison, they lowered them to the ground to watch in silence as the pony hurried away to safety.
“What were you thinking?” Candid asked Droll accusingly.
The brown non-pony immediately turned back to face his friend. “What yak thinking?”
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
“What griffon thinking for invading on yak? Griffon even know pony?”
“I know enough. What were you thinking on poisoning her with those petunias?”
“Yak thought pony like them . . .”
Candid put a clawless talon to his face. “Not every mare you’re interested in likes petunias, Droll.”
From in front of Candid, a steaming yak was seething with rage at the insensitivity, causing the orange non-pony to back up from the intimidating sight. 
“Griffon no talk about her,” Droll said in a disturbingly serious tone.
Candid blinked twice in shock. “Jeez. Forget I said anything, okay?”
Droll shook his head as he turned to trot away.
“Hey, where are you going?” Candid called out.
“Yak go fix this mess,” Droll answered back without turning his head.
The orange non-pony scoffed. “Yeah goodluck finding her again. I’ve got my own business to attend to!”
Candid shifted uncomfortably, still thinking of his own comment, but he decided that the situation was over and done with to fix it. Regardless, he set out to find someone who maybe could understand Thauma more than he could.


Candid knocked on the door to the abode.
“Hey!” he called through the door. “Are you awake?”
“Candid, it’s 4 in the afternoon,” the female voice called back. “Why would I still be asleep?”
“Oh, right,” the griffon muttered as he waited outside the door while the sound of steps got closer.
Finally the door opened and the white dragon with red streaks on her stomach stood in the way. “Need something?”
“Yes.” Candid opened his mouth to continue but noticed the different colorful bits scattered over Opul’s face. “You . . . you got a little . . .”
Opul’s eyes widened as her mouth cupped into an O, and instantly, she turned away to wipe the gem bits off her face. When she returned her gaze, her cheeks were glowing almost as red as her scars, causing Candid to lightly smile at the pretty sight for a brief moment before he quickly hid his expression.
The dragon cleared her throat awkwardly. “What, um, was it that you needed?”
“Well-.”
“Did you want to come in?”
Candid raised his eyebrows. “Oh, well, not really-.”
The white non-pony slouched in disappointment, causing Candid to finish his statement in a fast paced manner.
“But I will.” Candid gave a forced smile as he walked passed Opul into the clutter of garbage that she called a home. He looked around for a place to sit before ultimately deciding against it to continue standing on his back paws.
From the other side of the room, Opul closed the door and turned back to her friend. “So what brings you to the Dragon Castle today?”
“Dragon Castle?”
“Just forget it. I’m sorry.”
Candid shifted. “Well, there’s this pony named Thauma that I just met and she apparently was the one who got Droll and me off the hook back at the tavern last week.”
“Wait, you met someone new?” Opul asked for clarification.
“Well, sort of. She’s got a sweet voice and there’s just something about her I like.”
“Oh . . .”
The griffon lifted his clawless talons up, trying to grasp at the right words. “I’m not saying I like her. Don’t get that impression. But when I went to find her again, Droll was there trying to kill her.”
Opul’s concerned eyes blinked for a moment, but she continued her silence to hear Candid out.
“When I tried to offer my help, she ran away from both of us and Droll told me he was going after her again.”
The dragon raised a claw up in thought. “So, are you asking me for relationship advice?”
“No,” Candid firmly said before thinking to make sure it was the truth. “No.”
“Good, because the last time I went out with someone, he tried to kill me.” 
“Oh yeah, whatever happened to him anyway?”
 Opul took a deep breath, trying to rid her frustrations. “Oh, you know, what always happens to ponies who do wrong stuff. Guards came over, told him not to do it again, and he's back at his tavern. Probably should watch out for this one you're talking about too.”
“I don't think this pony is in the same situation as yours was. She seems much different.”
“So you’re going to go to her and try to save her from Droll? Or are you hoping that she chooses you instead of him?”
Candid chose his words carefully, not wanting to tell Opul anything other than the truth. “At this point, Opul, I don’t know. But I think that one way to figure out for sure is to go to her.”
“So you are hoping she chooses you then." The dragon briefly looked at the ground, momentarily focusing at the trash surrounding her.
“Well, I don’t know," the griffon finally continued. "Maybe.”
Opul made inaudible stumbles.
“What was that?”
“Well, um,” Opul stuttered. “Maybe it’s good to keep your options open.”
Candid lowered his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you know, you barely know this creature. Who knows? She could be some sort of witch. I mean, maybe you should - I don’t know - choose someone you already know well . . .”
“Well, I barely know anyone here besides you.”
Opul hid her face slightly, but Candid continued in a more aggressive tone.
“Look, I came over here to see if you can help me figure out the best way to go about Thauma.”
“Th-? Oh, that’s the pony, isn’t it?” Opul shifted, unable to maintain eye contact. “Well, do you know anything about her?”
“Not much yet. She’s a maroon unicorn who-.”
“You like a unicorn?”
“Well, yeah, I know how you’ll react, but I can look passed that. There’s just something about her that reminds me of something I like.”
Opul cleared her mind before getting lost in thought to the solution. “Well, do you even know how old she is?”
“No,I-. Oh wait, yes. She told me she was fourteen years old, like you.”
Opul’s eyes widened. “Fourteen? Oh, that’s . . . that’s a good age.”
Candid couldn’t tell why Opul was smiling as if she was lucky enough to win the Community Lottery, but he inevitably decided to disregard it to get back to his own problem. “Do you have any advice?”
“Yeah, give up.”
Candid was taken aback. “What? How can you tell me to just give up?”
“Because, you don’t even know who she is and you’re already trying to date her.” Opul got closer to her friend in hopes that Candid would better understand. “I’m not saying that she is bad news, but without you knowing anything about her, she could be trouble. Maybe you can hang out with her or something, but don’t try to be trapped with her yet. It isn’t the right choice.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. When was the last time you’ve ever been in good company? You’ve barely known anyone your whole life.”
Immediately after the words left Candid’s mouth, he felt remorseful. The shocked expression on Opul’s face didn’t make him feel any better, and immediately, he tried to fix his mistake before it was too late like last time.
“Opul, I don't know why I said that. I just got too carried away.”
Opul sighed in sadness. “It’s okay. You were just being honest.”
Although it didn’t seem like Opul was angry at him, it didn’t stop Candid’s negative feeling. Finally, Opul spoke up again.
“But here’s something else to consider, Candid. Droll also likes this Thauma character. And he just lost someone that he was closer to than you or me.”
The griffon closed his eye and sighed in guilt before Opul continued.
“Are you sure you want to be fighting with your best friend over someone you’re not even sure is worth it?”
Candid pondered the thought for a moment. “Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t be doing this. I also offended Droll and I think he’s still angry at me. I’m going to go find him and make things right.”
Without saying another word, the orange non-pony marched out of the house, set out on a mission that he was obligated to complete.
Opul sighed alone. “That stubborn griffon is going to go after her again.”


The griffon scanned the streets of the community, looking for his friend. He had already hurt everyone who was close to him that day, and he could not stand to leave it like that. His insensitivity was to come to an end right there, and he just needed to fix the harm he already had done.
He turned a corner to see just a swamp of creatures all walking to and from places, not minding anyone. It was getting hopeless for Candid before he decided his best course of action was to get an aerial view. He spread his wings but stopped himself, looking around to see if his dragon friend was there. He had only flown once in front of her ever since the incident and that was because he was forced to do so, but if he could help it, he wouldn’t let her see something that she could never join in on again. After checking that the coast was clear, he finally pushed off the ground, zooming into the sky at full speed to get to his place in the air just above some of the tall buildings.
Candid’s eye searched the community, but he was not catching any sight of anyone. Just as he was about to call it quits, a firework of sorts zoomed right passed him, causing the griffon to flinch and burst out of the way just a bit of distance where he had almost been turned into a turkey. When his eye focused back at the ground, he saw where it had come from, and he flew down at a gradual speed to get closer to the two creatures who were laughing at him.
When the orange non-pony landed on the ground directly in front of his end goal, he frowned at his friend who had just made him the flank of a joke. “Droll! What were you thinking!”
Droll sighed as he gave Thauma a sort of contraption that she placed back into her strap-bag.
“Oh don’t worry,” the pony said, giggling. “Those are harmless. I made sure to pick only the visually appealing things of my inventory and, well, Droll saw you in the sky and thought it would be funny.”
Candid looked at his friend as if he were a traitor. “This was your idea? To scare the daylights out of me?”
Droll nodded as if trying to be confident in himself. “Yeah, but Thauma say no danger. Yak no turn Candid into rotisserie-griffon.”
Thauma giggled. “You are hilarious, Droll.”
The brown non-pony blushed at the kind words. “Yak try to be.”
Candid’s face was turning red in a mix of blushing and anger. “Thauma, you can’t be serious. With someone as immature as Droll, you can’t trust him with something like that.”
Droll frowned before chiming in. “Candid no know how to have fun.”
The smile that Droll gave to the unicorn was enough to make Candid desperate, so the griffon grabbed whatever was at his disposal to help him through the situation.
“Well, Droll has a sharp horn that might hurt you.”
The yak lowered his eyebrows as if trying to understand something. “How griffon know of that?”
“Droll, your horn is way too shiny for creatures not to notice. But, Thauma, I don’t have anything that can hurt you. If you look at my talons, I lost my claws long ago. You’ll be safe with me.”
Without even a second of silence, Droll gave his own thoughts. “Griffon has eyepatch. Pony grossed out. No choose him.”
“Even with one eye, I can see more than you!”
“Who’s that?” Thauma asked in a mesmerized tone, causing Droll and Candid to look behind them at a spectator.
Candid scoffed. “Opul, I thought you were going to let me handle this.”
“Yes, but I know you two can never seem to stay out of trouble.” The white non-pony crossed her arms. “Now look at you two. I knew this was a bad idea.”
Droll stepped forward. “Only bad idea is pony choosing Candid.”
“No, all the bad ideas happen when you open your mouth, Droll!”
“At least yak actually try do new things!”
“At least I can actually speak in full sentences!”
Without any more words spoken, Droll stampeded toward Candid, baring his original horn at him. As if Candid had prepared for this, he sidestepped the yak, trying to gain an advantage on him. Droll was still more coordinated, and he backed up as Candid tried to push him away with his entire force. With nothing to push against, the griffon’s lost balance made him flop on the ground, resulting in an easy target for Droll to lunge at. Before Droll could stomp over him, Candid rolled on the ground and tripped the yak, leaving the two to continue their scuffle on the dirt. As Droll tried to press his original horn against Candid’s shoulder, the griffon grabbed his real horn to keep his head away. The more Droll tried forcing his head closer, the more force that Candid was pushing back on, resulting in neither one of the two gaining any ground over the other. The two would’ve continued to fight had it not been for the sounds of hoofsteps marching right on by. 
Immediately, both the yak and the griffon were torn from their fight due to their own curiosity regarding the pony they were fighting over. Without moving or making a noise, they watched as Thauma walked slowly over to Opul. The dragon shifted uncomfortably, looking around to see if she was approaching anyone else besides her. Finally, Thauma stopped right in front of the white non-pony, a smirk spreading across her face.
“Hey,” she said in a gentle, yet confident voice.
“Hey . . .” Opul said back.
“What might your name be?”
“Um, you want to know who I am?”
Thauma nodded in delight, causing the dragon to grit her teeth uncomfortably.
“Um, my name’s Opul . . .”
“Nice to meet you, Opul. My name is Thauma.”
“I’m aware.”
The maroon pony giggled before continuing in her own version of a trance. “How would you like to hang out with me one of these days?”
Opul’s eyes widened at what she thought the pony was asking. “What do you mean by ‘hang out’?
“Oh you know; like a date.”
By this time, Candid couldn’t tell whose mouth was wider: his, Droll’s, or Opul’s. Regardless, the expression on Candid face was that of someone losing two things when he should’ve only lost one. From in front of Thauma, Opul’s eyes snaked passed her to focus on Candid for a brief moment, but within a couple of seconds, she returned her full attention to the pony with a big smile.
“Yes, of course. I’d love to.”
“Yay. I’d like to know more about you, Opul.”
“Oh trust me, I’d like to know more too.”
“Like, where does the name ‘Opul’ come from?”
The two began walking away from the non-ponies who were still on the ground. Before the dragon and the pony were a far distance away, Opul turned one last time to see how Candid was reacting but then returned her attention back to Thauma before the two vanished into a crowd of ponies.
Both Droll and Candid sat up on the ground, staring at the crowd where the two creatures once were. 
“What happen?” Droll asked.
Candid wasn’t even in the mood for putting anyone down anymore, but in a flash, his original intent for going to see his friend came back to him. “Droll, I came here not for Thauma but for you.”
Droll lowered his eyebrows in confusion before Candid continued.
“I honestly feel terrible about what I said to you before you stormed off. And to make things worse, we got carried away with someone who we didn’t have a chance to begin with.”
Droll’s expression began to soften. “Whole situation just stupid.”
“You got that right,” Candid chuckled before his expression became more emotional. “I’m sorry, Droll.”
“Yak sorry too. Droll try use soft horn. Yak no want to hurt friend.”
“I appreciate that. What do you say? Can we just forget about this pony?”
Droll was nodding his head slightly before his expression became darker. “Yak would like to.”
Candid got up off the ground before holding out his talon to help Droll up too.
“Now let’s go get cleaned up.”


















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