Laying beneath the starry night, I wonder if I'll ever fit in town known as Ponyville.
I frowned.
Not even my own pact wanted me. They couldn't be around with one who is a declared pacifist.
I positioned myself more comfortably in the rough grass.
Celestia promised me that I would be welcomed with open arms tomorrow. I wonder as to why she promises such things. I've seen others less fortunate than me, and yet she decides to approach me. As to what stake does she have in this affair?
My ears perk as bushes nearby rustle profusely without a simple breeze to push them to do so.