Chapter six
Rarity and I watched the foal as we waited for a response. We told her EVERYTHING. We of course didn't explain WHY she was taken away, but we explained why Derpy was leaving without the "disabled" part. We sat in the library, silence seeming to embed the room. Its like the feeling you have when you are completely in the dark, not a stream of light entering the room, unable to see even your own hoof in front of your face. It was very uncomfortable. Just then, salvation.
"I'm going home." She said in a monotone. Rarity and I eyed each other.
"Uh... Well... Um..." Rarity was stumbling on words as the foal slowly walked past us. I trotted in front of her, blocking her path and causing her to stop. She looked up at me, her face still red from sobbing and her eyes quivering. Don't fall for it, Twiley, I told myself. She's guilting you! I smiled down at her.
"You can't!" I said in the nicest way I could, but to no prevail. Her eyes seemed to get glossier. No, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry!
"Why not?" She asked, her voice cracking. I swallowed. I had to fight the urge to hug her... Not yet... Be patient. I looked at her. Cuteness... Too... Strong...! I fought the urge and stood tall, refusing to show weakness.
"This is your home now!" I said, still smiling the same warm smile Celestia gave me when we defeated Discord with the Elements of Harmony. Dinky seemed unimpressed. She saw right through my act. I sighed and dropped the smile. I knelt down on my hooves to get eye-to-eye with the little filly.
"Listen, sweetie, I know you want to go back to your old home, but if you do that, you're going to get in a lot of trouble. You don't want that, do you?" I pleaded, looking Dinky in the eyes and tried to almost beg her in her mind. I know Zecora said "telepathy was not real, no matter what you feel", but I know that Dinky can see it in my eyes, because of the reaction I received from her facial expression. But she just shook her head and continued walking. I huffed and teleported myself in front of the front door.
"W-what about me?" I blurted out, sweating slightly as she got closer to the door. If I don't stop her now, I never will.
"What ABOUT you?" She asked, making a funny face. I racked my brain for something to say. She was distracted now, but I don't know what to do to get her to stay...
"If... if you walk out on me and stay at your house on your own... um..." I looked past Dinky and at Rarity, who was making a spiral motion with her hoof. "Keep going!" She mouthed. I changed my facial expression to show her I got it.
"If you walk out on me, I'll get in trouble and be charged by Celestia as an unfit parent!" I said, proud with my excuse. I looked Dinky right in the eye, and knew immediately i hit a soft spot. She sighed and walked the other direction, not turning back to me as she spoke.
"Fine, but I'm going home at Hearth's Warming Eve." She said, once again in a monotone. I sighed with relief. I've bought myself some time, at least.
That night, I spent a few hours preparing a room for her. I saw her unpack her bag, and saw the book i got her a while. I don't remember if it was her birthday of Hearth's Warming, but I know it was from me. I then immediately knew what to do. I had an entire room in my home for fictional books, so I set up a temporary bed for her in there. I smiled as I looked at the bed I set up which was by the window. I smiled and ruffled the curtains that were hanging in front of the window. I hadn't opened them in a long time, because I've been reading a lot of Magic books lately. Preparing for a big exam coming up.
"Where can I put this?" Said a small voice behind me. I turned around to see Dinky carrying her saddle bags. I looked around and saw an old filing cabinet. I had no idea what was in there, but I figured she could put her saddle-bags on top of it.
"There," I said, pointing my hoof at the cabinet. "You can just set it on top of that if you want." I stated as I started trotting out of the room. I grabbed a lamp and levitated it into the room a couple minutes later, and found her settling into the bed I had set up. She briefly looked at me, but was mostly focusing on using her magic to set a picture frame up on the window sill. I set the lamp next to her saddle-bag and plugged it into the outlet and turned it onto the lowest setting as a nightlight for her. Rarity happened to mention young foals can be scared of the dark sometimes.
When I turned around, I saw Dinky was already asleep, and the picture frame was off the window and nestled in her arms. I then saw the familiar red bridge that I saw in Manehatten once. I walked quietly over to put the blanket on her and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the picture. There, in the middle of the frame, was a photograph of her and Derpy hugging and smiling, as if they had heard something really funny and were laughing. I felt myself tearing up as I looked at Dinky, who was sleeping with a smile on her face, and a single tear rolling down one of her cheeks.