//------------------------------// // Volume 1: Eruditio - Chapter 12 - Group Gathering // Story: Legacy: The End of Harmony // by Ficta_Scriptor //------------------------------// Legacy volume 1: Eruditio Chapter 12 – Group Gathering Rosa spun the tap and let the warm, soothing water cascade across her entire body. She flicked back her mane and let it spray against her face, sighing with relief. She’d already washed that morning, but this last-minute shower wasn’t for the sake of cleanliness. As she forced her body closer to the shower head — letting the water bombard her skin with force causing that sensation somewhere between acute pain and immense pleasure — she felt at peace. She’d thoroughly enjoyed her time spent reading through lines with her ‘new pals’ as Court had referred to them as, finding it easier than expected to get into character despite the immense chatter that surrounded them in the practice hall. Court and Melon were terrific actors, and were able to instantly escape their sense of self to assume a new identity. Melon’s usual demeanour of timid silence was instantly replaced by anger, intrigue and ferocity if the situation called for it. Court was a jokey character, but his childish nature would instantly fade if something serious was needed. It was as if they were both born and bred for this, something that she wasn’t. I’ll have to work on that, she reminded herself. An opportunity to ask if they were a couple hadn’t arisen thus far. Rosa found herself much more comfortable speaking to Court alone, as Melon was either very reserved or wasn’t exactly the friendly type. They certainly shared a strong rapport with each other, but they weren’t exactly affectionate. On a whim, she would have to guess that they were just very good friends, but her experience of knowing Nico made that presumption less than perfect in her eyes. Nico. Nico. It felt like an age had passed since she’d last spoken with him. So much had happened in life. A new job had come and gone. A new friend capable of pulling the biggest smile in Equestrian history came bouncing into existence. A shot at stardom with Floyd’s production reared its head. And then there was Sparks. Rosa was now back in her room, a towel wrapped around her waist, a duvet held beside her like an enormous teddy bear. There had been times when she used to do this, daydreaming about holding onto Nico as he breathed beneath her, their lungs expanding and contracting in unison. Not any more though. She’d been thinking of Sparks wrapped around her instead, desperately pushing thoughts of Nico from her mind in a vain attempt to change who her heart yearned for. She forced herself to keep thinking of Sparks in such ways in hope that soon that it would eventually feel natural. Soon, her feelings would be replaced so long as she could focus on the task at hoof. Although there was that one dream… Lying here with Sparks would be nice, she imagined. He was tall, muscular, and could probably envelop her completely if he wanted to. He would gingerly stroke through her mane and kiss her forehead, staring deep into her soul with those dazzling brown eyes. He would wear a smile — just a small smile — just enough to let her know that he was here for her. And then he would hold her tightly, whispering in her ear about how much he adored her. But then there was Nico. Cheeky, energetic, cheery, friendly, funny, handsome Nico. Staying away from him hadn’t caused her love to dissipate. If anything, it had intensified. “No,” Rosa muttered to herself, sitting up straight in an attempt to avoid the thoughts that were now invading her mind. She didn’t love him; she’d never even been on a date with him. She’d never seen the romantic side of him and didn’t know if there even was one. “I don’t love him, I don’t love him…” It wouldn’t be long now before Sparks and Summer would show up, desperate to meet her friends. Perhaps bringing Summer along wasn’t such a great idea. What if she hit on Nico and he actually reciprocated? That was preposterous, of course. Nico would never do that with a mare as young as her anyway. If anything, it would be funny to watch her harass him, and maybe that would be enough to draw attention away from herself. Rosa had planned to spend her free time today checking through the Dreamworld script but the anxiety about the evening ahead was too much. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and let the day pass her by. Clover and Nico were obviously trying to do the right thing. They just wanted her to meet up with friends, have a laugh, let her introduce her colt-friend, let new bonds form and go on through life like any normal pony would do. She should be looking forward to it. Nay, if anything, a normal pony in her position should have been the one to suggest it. Then she would kiss her colt friend passionately, find a way to get some private time so they could sleep together, and then that would be her life. A normal pony with a normal life. Rosa banged a hoof hard against her face. Maybe it would cause a bruise, maybe it wouldn’t. At that moment, she couldn’t have cared less. Summer was the first to show up, being unnecessarily early. She leapt through the doorway and tackled Rosa with a hug, jabbering on about how excited she was. Rosa told her about her time with Court and Melon; anything to stop Summer from bringing up Nico again. She didn’t though, and listened attentively, commenting on how she knew that the audition had gone brilliantly. Summer soon changed the subject to An Equestrian Night Mare and how she’d been enjoying it more than she’d anticipated. “The part when they find that filly’s body was so creepy, I was like this,” Summer squealed, pulling a mock look of terror. “You told me as much in that letter of yours,” Rosa replied, rolling her eyes. “Though I still don’t think your drawing of me as ‘Creepy Strider’ was entirely necessary.” “Hey, I think you’d make a great serial killer! Not many chicks can pull that off, you know. If you’ve got it, flaunt it!” Sparks showed up a while later with a bottle of white wine hidden behind his back. He leaned in to give her a quick nuzzle when he whipped it out and announced, “Ta-da!” Rosa gasped and let out a “Wow… thank you!” somewhat unconvincingly. She did have to admit he looked incredibly handsome. His hair was slicked back and his hooves gleamed in the moonlight. He stood proudly, towering over the two mares with an air of confidence. He held a hoof over Rosa’s shoulder affectionately while he spoke, talking smoothly about something or other about wanting to be here, something about his sister. She wasn’t really paying attention. Her mind flitted to her daydreams about lying in bed with him with his forelegs wrapped around her. Her pulse quickened, and she shifted her thoughts away, only for a voice inside her head to shout “No! That’s what you’re supposed to be thinking about!” After a brief goodbye to her parents they set off. Summer once again began making fun of her enormous strides, and Sparks chuckled lightly, saying it was a sign of good health. They chatted for a while about Rosa’s new claim to fame with scoring the Esmeralda role. As much as Rosa tried to downplay her own accomplishment both Sparks and Summer insisted that it was a real achievement. They were right, she guessed. Best not to tell them about Clover the substitute. As they approached Nico’s funny-looking little cottage Rosa could already feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead. There was no backing out now. Her stomach contracted, feeling empty, even though she’d had a full meal before venturing out. Just relax. You’re just somepony visiting her friends with her colt-friend. No big deal. You don’t love Nico, and this isn’t going to be awkward. You’re with Sparks. You don’t love Nico. It’s all going to be fine… She tapped on the door. There was a rummage, and then it opened widely, Nico standing casually on the other side with Clover stood next to him. “Come in, come in!” he beckoned, gesturing with one hoof. The three of them each trotted in, single file, grinning politely at their host. “It’s nice to see you, Sparks!” Nico beamed, shaking his hoof. “Likewise.” “Well would you look at this then,” Nico began. “The happy couple finally arrives! They look great together, don’t you think, Clover?” “No disagreements there!” the pegasus chimed in. “Oh please, you’re embarrassing me!” stuttered Rosa, her heart now going into overdrive and cheeks growing warm. There he was, stood in front of her. And on this day, unlike every other day, there was no chance for her to move in, no option to catch a glimpse of him as he stretched and flexed. The whole situation felt so… alien. “Hey, I’m here too!” piped Summer, launching herself in front of Rosa. “Nice to meet you! My name’s Summer Sun!” “Nico Demus. Nice to meet you too, Summer.” As they shook hooves, Rosa thought of how she could never do the same. She’d been friends with Nico for years now, so what need was there to shake hooves? “Well, you don’t all need to stand around. Do feel free to take a seat!” Nico announced, and took his own advice immediately by plopping down in the chair opposite Clover. Summer took the chance gladly and slid herself onto the sofa next to Nico’s chair, smiling giddily. Figures, Rosa thought to herself, momentarily snapping out of her anxiety. I wouldn’t have expected anything less. She and Sparks took to the open space on the sofa, with Rosa sat on the side by Clover and Sparks taking the middle. The further away from Nico she was, the better. Being sandwiched between Sparks and Nico wouldn’t be so bad, you know… Rosa shook her head to get rid of that heinous thought, barely noticing the strange reaction she received from Sparks and Clover. Since when did she start thinking things like that? That wasn’t like her! “I love your house!” Summer exclaimed, examining the space around her. “It’s so… crazy! I love it!” “Thanks… I think,” Nico replied awkwardly. “That’s a lovely painting! Did you paint that?” “No, I’m more about carpentry actually—” “But I don’t see any carpets in here.” “No, that’s not what carpentry is—” “He means working with wood,” Clover stepped in with, smirking. “He’s very good at it. Sculpting and DIY, that is.” “Oh… I see… So it’s kind of like how fencing isn’t actually about fences, it’s with those spindly swords. Gotcha. So do you have any sculptures around?” “Summer!” Rosa blurted out, giving her friend a scolding look. Summer shifted in her seat and smiled ruefully. “Sorry, Rosa. Best behaviour, I promise.” “Hey, it’s OK, it’s fine,” Nico assured. “There’s nothing wrong with having a bit of energy. Just lay off the cider a bit, eh?” Summer’s eyes widened. “So… that means I can have some? For real?” “Well… maybe… a bit later, yeah?” His face showed that he was undeniably finding Summer’s mannerisms to be somewhat endearing. “I was going to ask how things are going with the love-struck redhead over here.” Rosa laughed nervously and avoided Nico’s gaze. Just hearing him say the ‘L-word’ was enough to send shockwaves across her heart. She could feel her friends’ eyes watching her expectantly, waiting for a response. “Well… things have been going great. We went to see Foal Gallagher at the weekend, which was amazing. And… uh…” “Aw, look at little Rosa all embarrassed!” Summer cried, causing Rosa to flinch as she thought of how this looked to her friends. Sparks casually lowered a foreleg around her neck and began to stroke her mane. He was acting a lot more confident than usual, despite the fact that all eyes were on them. She supposed that perhaps he felt more comfortable in this kind of environment, rather than on an official ‘date’. “Yeah, Foal Gallagher was brilliant!” he carried on exuberantly. “There was this orchestra playing and some of the stunts were incredible like this one…” He went on to describe various scenes in the performance in great detail, eliciting faint gasps and intrigued looks from the other 3 ponies. Even Summer — who had heard about this all before — seemed enraptured, like a filly who’d just met her foal-hood hero. All Rosa could do was smile and try and act as natural as possible as Sparks’ hoof circled around her shoulder, prickling her fur. She’d only just noticed how he’d sneakily moved in closer and closer with each passing moment, and now their bodies were within an inch of each other. She could feel the soothing warmth of his torso beckoning her to close the gap. It’s what couples do, isn’t it? Huddle together? She began judging Nico’s reactions, trying to glean any hint that he might be jealous or uncomfortable. She had to remind herself that he was the one who had come up with this idea in the first place, and that she would be fighting a losing battle. That is, if there even was a battle. She could hardly expect Nico to launch himself at Sparks’ throat and pronounce his superiority. If anything, he was doing exactly what he should. He asked some questions and seemed genuinely interested in what Sparks’ had to say, even remarking something about making future plans to see Foal Gallagher himself. Admitting defeat, (or at least, that’s what it felt like in her mind) Rosa altered her posture and sidled up to Sparks, feeling the stallion flinch as their bodies made contact. So he is a bit nervous, she mused, looking up into his enormous brown eyes as he stared back. She had to remember that he was the one who should be the most nervous in this situation, and she should be the one flaunting her gorgeous colt-friend like a trophy. At least, that's what was considered general practice. With the exception of Nico’s brief ‘thing’ with somepony at school, she’d never really experienced it first-hoof. She was the tentative one, the one who didn’t really care about stallions (with the obvious exception of Nico) and now she was the first in their group to be in a proper relationship. It only just hit her in that moment how topsy-turvy it all was. “I’ve set the bar a bit high for myself I think,” Sparks chuckled. “I’m not sure what else I can do to top Foal Gallagher.” “Oh, you don’t have to worry,” Rosa said dismissively. “Just… well, I don’t know…” “There’s a lovely place down by the riverside that I know of,” Clover cut in with. “It’s called… Marlow’s, or something like that. I hear the food there is lovely.” “Sounds good,” Sparks agreed. “Rosa? What do you think?” “Yeah, sounds nice.” “That’s that sorted then. Sometime in the week, maybe?” “Sure, excellent.” She knew her responses didn’t sound all too convincing, but it was all she could muster. If she just agreed to everything then things would be easier. It occurred to her, though, outside of meeting and eating at restaurants or going to places like the auditorium, just what were they supposed to do with their time? I think you know the answer to that, a voice in her head told her, and she gulped audibly. Nico hopped from his seat and began walking towards his kitchen. “Anypony want a drink?” Summer sprung up, waving her hoof like she was trying to gain a teacher’s attention. “Ooh, ooh, me! Me, please!” “Yes, thanks.” “That would be great.” “Cheers, Nico.” Soon, he returned with a tray of five tankards and dutifully passed them around. Summer took a large swig and retracted her lips with a resounding ‘ah!’ “This is the first time I’ve ever had cider you know, and it hasn’t disappointed!” “Well, take it slowly,” Nico instructed. “I don’t want to see you getting as wasted as Rosa was last time.” “You know she won’t take your advice,” Rosa teased, desperately hoping to move the conversation onwards. She could still remember how terrifically inebriated she had gotten when playing that stupid drinking game. Summer, however, was having none of it. “Rosa getting drunk? Oh you are a naughty little mare, aren’t you?” “Er… I wasn’t that bad.” “Whatever you say, whatever you say,” Nico taunted, smirking cheekily. Sparks was giving her an amused look and scratching the back of her mane playfully. It wasn’t irritating or demeaning, just odd. Of course, she knew that she’d been an absolute wreck; the horrendous hangover the day after was a testament to that. Still, she didn’t want Sparks to get the wrong idea about her, even if he did already know how much of a klutz she was. The subject was soon dropped and Nico began asking Summer about where she worked and what she did. There wasn’t much for her to really say, but she still managed to reel off a speech long enough to bring a tear to the eyes of aspiring politicians. She got a few laughs with her impression of Petit, though some of those were likely faked. The mare seemed to be in her element here, lapping up the attention like a hungry dog. To Rosa’s surprise, she didn’t make any flirtatious comments towards Nico or give him any suggestive looks. She could see it now; what Summer yearned for was social interaction. She never made a mention of anypony that may have been a friend and only made a fleeting comment about her mother. It wasn’t obvious whether the alcohol had played any part, but she was extremely talkative, even for her. With the yellow mare soaking up the attention of everypony in the room, Rosa made herself comfortable against Sparks’ chest. Sat this closely to him, she realised just how big he was. His midsection was like a tree trunk, and his legs were unnaturally bulky. She swore she could feel his individual muscles underneath. Whether from the cider — of which she’d had two tankards at this point — (more than anypony else, so perhaps there was some truth in Nico’s jibe about her drinking habits) or simply because she was tired, her body began to feel limp and relaxed. This was as close as she’d been to anypony before, and she couldn’t help but enjoy the contact. There was something so very instinctive about it. In a world of her own, Rosa rested her head against Sparks’ side, propping herself up more on him than the sofa. With her ear pressed to his chest, she could hear the sharp breath intake as she surprised him, not to mention his accelerating heartbeat. It made her feel as if she was connected to his life-source, and it was glorious. At this point she was expecting some kind of whistle from Summer followed by a bout of poking fun at her, but the happy little mare simply continued talking to Nico and Clover without so much as skipping a beat. She could see Nico, though. He gave her a passing glance — not of envy, but of something else. Joy? Approval? Pride? Whatever it was, he was making his expression deliberate and clear, as if his thoughts were being actively projected at her. It was a look that, given any other situation she might have misconstrued as veiled admiration or lust. It was the kind of expression she’d wanted to see him look at her with for so long… but now she could see its real meaning. He didn’t want her. He just wanted her to be happy. The realisation should have broken her into a million pieces, but it didn’t. In a way she had known all along, and this was the best way for her to discover the truth. If she’d have confessed to him and told him all that she’d felt, it would have destroyed their friendship. If she’d found out because of him finding a filly-friend, the jealousy would have consumed her. If she didn’t have a stallion like Sparks, she would have spent her time wondering if she could ever find a colt-friend. This is the best way it could have ever happened, she told herself, but it didn’t stop her throat from seizing up or her eyes from watering. There would be no going back; she couldn’t tell him how she felt. She would need to forget about it, and life would go on for the rest of them. They would be none the wiser. She pressed herself harder against Sparks and grasped his hoof, pulling it around her like a scarf. She wanted a cuddle; she wanted something to comfort herself at a time like this. Sparks turned and draped his other foreleg around her and pressing his head down against hers. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t you dare bucking cry, she told herself, blinking rapidly. She smiled weakly, trying to hide her pain. She could feel his breath upon her mane, tickling her nerves. Of all the times she’d had that fantasy of laying on her bed with Sparks and holding him close, this was the one time she wanted it more than any. She wanted to expel her pent up sadness, hold him tightly and never let go. He could make her feel better. He was strong, protective and caring. He’s well-endowed too… Rosa shut her eyelids instantly, praying that her friends hadn’t been paying attention to where her eyes had wandered. I can’t believe you just thought about that! Pervert! Hey, it’s just stating a fact. He is well-endowed. So? What does that matter? Just think about how close your mouth is to it… With that outrageous thought passing through her mind Rosa sprang up jarringly, like somepony waking from a terrible nightmare. Silence fell among the other ponies and Sparks gave her a look of utmost concern. “Are you alright?” he asked. Rosa observed her surroundings and saw the rest of them looking at her in a similar way. Clover spoke up, leaning towards her. “Are you OK? What’s wrong?” “I… sorry, I was almost falling asleep there...” The evening’s tone had taken a downturn from that point. Rosa had assured them that she was fine, and that she didn’t need carting off back home to rest. She wouldn’t ruin their evening because of her stupid emotions. Since when did sadness give way to lust? She didn’t understand, and she didn’t want to understand. She didn’t want what she’d just felt to ever seem logical in any way. There was more talk about Clover and Rosa’s new roles in Floyd’s Dreamworld, though Clover did most of the talking. She recited a few lines and tried gallantly to get Rosa involved more into the conversation, but she could do little more than make passing observations or quick comments about Court and Melon. As far as they were all concerned, she was either tired, or drunk, or both. Whichever, whatever. Like it mattered. She sat upright, Sparks’ foreleg lazily drooped over her shoulder, though she was still huddled against him. He’d whispered in her ear a few times asking again if she felt OK and whether she wanted to go home. She quietly declined that offer at first, but eventually answered with, “Maybe I could go soon.” Looking into Nico’s eyes just made everything worse. With every tiny self-doubt that she’d maybe caught his glance in the wrong light or perhaps misconstrued her own perceptions, that look — that look — came screaming back. She felt weak and over-encumbered, as if a vest made of rock had been strapped to her chest, crushing her lungs and heart. Everything was going wrong. Everything. Eventually, Sparks clambered up and made the decision for her that perhaps it was time to leave. He looked confused, but not in the least bit uncaring. He still wore that charming smile that she’d seen since the first day he approached her at the training ground. “I think I’d better get Rosa to bed; she seems a little worn out.” “You’ve got it the wrong way ‘round, Strider,” Summer piped up, “You’re not supposed to get worn out until after Sparks takes you to bed!” They all chuckled, Sparks laughing it off dismissively but becoming increasingly flustered. Rosa giggled lightly, not feeling the embarrassment that she would normally have expected to feel. For all of the inane and lewd comments that Summer had spewed since she had known her, for once this thought was somehow comforting. Inviting, almost. It pained her to even think this way after a life of being a goody-two-shoes, looking down on those who viewed passionate acts as anything less than an expression of undying love. Perhaps this is just my mind going through puberty seven years late, she thought to herself as Sparks led her across the room, her friends each saying their goodbyes and well-wishes and see-you-soon’s. They could have been saying anything at that point but she was hardly taking notice, using all her mental strength to keep her emotions on a leash. She might have been smiling and saying goodbye back, she might not have. Maybe she waved at her friends, maybe she didn’t. It was like she was seeing the world around her through stained glass that distorted and warped everything around her, including herself. Just say bye, and get out of here. Just get out of here. Out of here out of here out of here, just get out, out, out! “It was good to see you again,” Nico grinned as she reached the door. Rosa nodded, or at least she assumed she nodded. That part she couldn’t quite remember, even a few seconds after Nico had approached her. What she was aware of was Nico leaning in and giving her a quick, friendly hug. It was something she might have only imagined before, led in her bed or daydreaming at the dinner table. In reality, it wasn’t the experience she had expected. His embrace felt cold. Dry. It was as if he wore a colourless, texture-less cloak over his entire body that sapped out any resemblance of a warm, loving cuddle and left only a brittle shell. It solidified it in her mind that he was acting out of pride, like a father congratulating a baby pegasus who has just learned to fly. Maybe she held him back, maybe she didn’t. Maybe she smiled back and said thank you, maybe she didn’t. Summer and Clover had gone. Rosa felt guilty for cutting the night short for her friends, or at least, that’s what she thought she had felt. It was the kind of thing she would feel, right? Clover had glided effortlessly into the clouds, waving a hoof and flicking her tail in the wind. Summer seemed jubilant as ever and skipped down the path, humming a song to herself. Rosa thought she might have heard her call out something like “Go get ‘em!” or “Show him a good time!” or “Enjoy your beddy-byes!” or something. Something like that. Whatever. Who knows, maybe she’d take that advice. Or not. Whatever. “Let’s get you home then, eh? Can you walk OK?” Sparks asked from beside her. “I should be fine. I mean, OK. Yes.” “Al…right…” Despite saying this she still kept her head resting against Sparks as they walked, making no effort to move away. The cold night air had begun to clear her head, her thoughts forming more rapidly and her body doing as it was told on a conscious level. Sparks is warm. He’s so warm. Why did I think Nico could ever like me? Why did I think tonight might change things? What’s wrong with me? I need sleep, and maybe a cuddle. What if Sparks could just hold me until I feel all better? I’ll feel better eventually, right? I don’t care though, really? I always knew Nico and I could never be together. No big deal. But then why do I feel so awful? I should just quit altogether. Quit life. Yeah, that’s it, I’ll quit life. Maybe I’m good at something else. “Almost home,” Sparks muttered soothingly, the sound coming more from his neck, on which Rosa had an ear pressed up against. “That’s good. I’m quite tired.” It was true in a sense. Everything that night had left her exhausted. She could see the sign bearing Bloom’s Books creep into view and her mind was eased. She hadn’t mentioned it, but up until that point she hadn’t really been paying attention to her surroundings and could well have been walking to the ends of the earth if Sparks hadn’t led her in the right direction. He took her right up to the door and raised her head with his hoof. She smiled apologetically, but not for the reason that she should have done. “I guess I’ll see you soon,” Sparks said, running a hoof across Rosa’s shoulder. “I’ll work something out for that restaurant at some point and drop by.” “That sounds good.” “I enjoyed this evening, you know. It was good to finally meet your friends.” “I know. I thought it was great too.” “Just let me know sooner if you think you’re going to zonk out. I don’t want you keeping yourself awake if you’re not feeling up to it.” As he leant in for a cuddle, Rosa felt herself hold him tightly and kiss him on the cheek. She hadn’t planned it; it was as if she was watching herself do this, and it felt both right and wrong in equal measure. She could have sworn that her heart stopped as Sparks hesitated, his eyes out of her sight, but he pulled back and planted a kiss just below her left eye, stroking her mane as he stood up. They shared a moment then, but one not born of fairy-tale love or a strong emotional bond. Rosa thought that perhaps it was like that for him, but not for her at least. It was the grip on her emotions loosening for just a second, the spillage seeping out into the real world. She smiled back; it was all she could do. Just ask him in! He loves you! Not like Nico! Just ask him inside! “I guess I’ll see you around,” Sparks stammered bashfully, his eyes wide with emotion. The last time she’d seen this was back when she’d embraced him out of the blue. Hadn’t she liked him back then? Or was she just seeing the same situation as this, but with a confident attitude? She must’ve liked him at some point, and she must like him now. Otherwise, what was all this? “I’ll see you around too.” Sparks left, and she stepped cautiously into the house, not looking back. “Is everything OK, dear?” her mother called, peering out from the kitchen. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just need a lie down.” It’s a good thing I didn’t invite him in, she thought. It wouldn’t have been right. It wouldn’t have been right… “OK, dear. Did you have a nice time?” “It was great, really, but I need some sleep.” Yeah, it would have been a bad thing because Mum is here and she’d have ruined everything. It could have been the perfect night. “Are you sure you’re OK? Did something happen?” “No, everything’s fine.” Perfect night? What in the hell are you thinking? You need to stop being this stupid mare and come back to the real world! “OK, are you sure you don’t want anything to eat? I’ve made—” “No. I’m fine, really. Thank you.” Sparks is the only one who loves you so you may as well make the most of it! “OK… good night dear.” “Night.” How could you justify that? What is wrong with you? I’m just trying to look at this in a positive light. Well try looking at it in a logical one! He’s my colt-friend, that’s about as much logic as I need. That’s ridiculous! Do you really want to degrade your own sensibilities? What, and be some kind of freak pony forever? We’re all animals, and trying to be something that you’re not is even more ridiculous! That’s not even the same thing! I can never have Nico! What do you bucking expect!? Thinking time was over. There was nothing else left. Rosa slowly pulled herself into bed and lifted the quilt over her body. It wasn't long before she cried herself to sleep.