At first you didn't know how to respond to the crying pony that semi laid on your chest,
tears still streaming from her tightly shut eyes. A small sense of panic begins to fill you as
she wheezes and hiccups against your now soggy shirt as you don't know what to say to
calm her down. But slowly a little warmth washes over you and with a soft sigh you gently
place a hand on her trembling frame.
"Shhhhhh, it's ok." You say softly into her ear. "Your safe now."
"*sniff* Y-y-your not *hic* mad at *hic* me?" She asks softly, nose still buried in your chest.
Another sigh escapes your lips and in that moment you wrap both of your arms around her
little indigo body, embracing her in a hug. "No I'm not but I would have never guess that
someone so small could kick so hard." You chuckle, reminding yourself of your once
bleeding nose, which had ceased its dripping.
It takes awhile but after a couple of minutes her tears and sobs diminished, she had cried
herself out and now was breathing lightly against you, her nose still firmly buried in
your chest. But after one final sniff she slowly began to stir and you loosened your arms
allowing her to bring her, now slightly puffy, blue eyes to gaze up at you.
"Hi." You say with a warm smile.
"*sniff* Hi." The little filly replies wiping a leftover tear from her eye.
"You feel better now that your all cried out?"
"*sniff* Uh huh but."
"Yes?"
"But now my tummy is growl growl." She pouts, new tears coming to her eyes.
"Well then how about we just go get you something to eat then." You smile, as you push
a few strands of her periwinkle mane out of her eyes. "Do you like salad?" You ask, rising
to your feet, gently slinging the indigo pony to your hip.
"Of course I like salad." She smiles. "Salad is dewicious."
"Oh so would you like that salad then?" You ask, pointing to the small bowl sitting on your
kitchens counter, lush lettuce leaves poking out over the rim.
"Oooooooh. Can I?"
"Well since it was made for you I guess." You smile.
"Realwy?" She asks, her puffy eyes filling with joy. "That's for me?"
"Yup."
"Yaaaay!" She gleefully shouts, squirming against your grip.
"Wow there, I think you already did enough damage when you kicked off me the first time."
You chuckle lightly, slinging your arm a little tighter around her frame.
"Mmmmh, sowwy." She mumbles sadly, a splash of red shooting across her muzzle.
"Hey don't sweat it. I know you didn't mean it." You say with a smile coming across your face.
"Now lets get that tummy of yours to quiet down."
Taking a few quick strides you make your way back to the counter where you made the salad
and, being careful, deposit the indigo pony down next to it, her eyes never breaking contact
with the bowl as you do. Then, as your hands leave her frame, she pops to her hooves and
stares intently at the bowl and its lush colors that lay inch's from her blue nose. Then very
slowly she inched closer, a few of the leave brushing up against her lips but still she only
stares intently at the salad. Several minutes pass by and a sense of bewilderment is
beginning to make itself evident as she continues to stare fiercely at the vegetables that
lay in the bowl.
"Ummm you going to eat that?" You ask, a little confused at the sight before you.
"........It has to bwink first." She whispers, pulling away from the lush vegetables.
"Umm what?"
"Shhhhhhh. It doesn't see me." She whispers again, crouching down so her nose was
below the rim of the bowl.
You can't help but let out a sigh, you heard of playing with your food but this was a little
far. Your on the verge of face palming when a idea snaps to mind. Feeling a little silly
you take hold of the bowl and spin it around so two pieces of carrot are staring at the filly.
"You know if you ask nicely I'll let you eat me." You say in a childish voice, twisting the bowl
a little to the right and left. "Your scaring me when you crouch down to pounce at me."
"Oh, well I'm sowwy Mr, Salad. I didn't mean to do that."
"All is forgive little one. By the way what's your name since you seem to know mine?"
"Wuna, Mr Salad!"
"Well a pleasure to meet you Luna." The bowl said, bowing forward.
"Pweasure to meet you too, but I has a question."
"And what would that be little miss Luna?"
"Can I eat you?"
"Ha ha ha." The bowl chuckles. "Well since I was crafted just for you, I would have to
say yes."
"Thank you Mr Salad!" Luna gleefully exclaims.
"So now are you going to eat?" You ask, pulling your hands away from the bowl.
"Mmm huh." She nodes happily. "Now that I know Mr salad doesn't mind."
"Good, now eat up because I still have to make your bed for the night." You say, as you
slide the bowl to her side.
"Ok!" Luna gleefully shouts again, as she plops down onto her flake and takes hold of
the bowl with her front hooves and proceeds to bury her face in the salad.
You can't help it and you try not to but soon a light chuckle fills the room. This, hands
down, had to be the oddest thing you've ever seen. Bits and pieces of her food were
flying everywhere and the shear ferociousness of the noises she making is giving you
the impression that she was in that alley for a long period time of before you showed up.
But eventually her sounds of her salad devouring die away as she lowers the now empty
bowl from her muzzle.
"You done?" You question, as she sets the bowl down in front of her.
"Mm huh."
"Well may I have your dish Luna so I can wash it?"
"Ok but make sure Mr salads home gets realwy clean." She says quickly, picking back up
her bowl. "He doesn't wike it when it's dirty."
"Oh, well then I take extra care to make sure it is." You smile, lifting the bowl from her out
stretched hooves, and making your way over to your kitchen's sink.