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// 6 - Safety 
// Story: Zielstrebig 
// by Lyssieth 
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They mostly stay quiet while carrying me to their lodge. The strange silver barrier holding back the blizzard follows us. I wish… I knew what that was, I think to myself, looking around. Trees start to form in the blizzard, and soon a larger structure: the aforementioned lodge.

I stare at the building quietly, while being brought to the door. The silent one unlocks it, and heads inside first, after which the mellow one brings me in behind them. They bring me over to a couch, letting me rest while they start removing their outer layers of clothes. The silent one keeps a tight scarf on, though, and it's unclear why.

“So, uh… do you remember anything? Where'd you… come from, anyway?” The mellow one asks, sitting down beside their standing friend.

I pause for a moment, then shake my head a little, as if to clear my thoughts. “I'm… not sure. T-there was a cave, a structure of some kind, I… was under some rubble when I woke up. My memories a-are… not here, I…” I sigh, shivering a bit. “I-it's dark.” I curl up a little, despite the warmth in the air I'm still feeling cold.

'Sylv', the other creature, goes off to grab something, though I keep watching the quiet green-tinted one. A blanket suddenly falls on top of me, and I flinch, struggling against it for a moment before I realize what it is. “O-oh… thank you…” I mutter softly, somewhat embarrassed.

Sylv smiles a bit and heads away again.
“She's gonna make some tea, it'll help warm you up.” They say softly. “She's Sylvia, I'm Riva. She can't speak, so I'll speak for her… we'd rather not go into that for now.”

I nod at Riva, sighing a bit. “I-I…”

“Yeah, I know you… don't know what your name is. Just… relax for now. I'm sure your memories will come back in time.” Riva's optimism is pleasant in the doubt and fear that's been through me for a while, but I can't help but be doubtful despite this. Something feels… weird. Like a dream or a fantasy…

I sigh and nod a little, wordlessly thanking them. “S-so… what are you?” I ask, after a moment of a kettle's hiss in the background.

Riva chuckles somewhat cutely. “I'm a pegasus, Sylv's a unicorn, you're an alicorn. Ponies, as a… more general term. There's also earth ponies who have neither a horn nor wings. And… others, but those are the most common four, in this area anyway.” Riva explains. “It… as been a while since we've heard of or seen a… new alicorn, though. None who I know of look like you.”