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// Folkin' Around At Nine In The Afternoon 
// Story: I Had The World 
// by Inspiration 
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	"Who is she? I can't really say. I don't exactly know who she is. Or what she is..."
Why, oh why, did I have to open my mouth to these mares? Why was it that I thought it was a good idea to tell them about Pas De Cheval? I knew I was going to get nothing but weird stares. And a gasp or two. But mostly stares.
"...So, what you're saying is this: you are dating something named Pas De Cheval, who you don't know how it looks, what it sounds like, or even what it is?" Twilight was always one of the first to recover. Which is why I didn't like her as much. It's always questions after the recovery.
"Yes, Twilight. Everything you just said is what I said in a nutshell."
"And not even the Princess knows of it?"
"Twilight, it's 'her.' And no, I'm sure that not even the Princess knows of Pas De Cheval."
And with that, a silence filled the room. There was nothing but stares and the mental gears of a lavender unicorn grinding in that room. Sweet Celestia, I wanted to leave. So, I did. Who could stop me?

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Walking through the Everfree. Oh, what a treat. The only thing, though, is a creeping suspicion that somepony, or rather, several someponies were following me. I wouldn't lose them, though. I wasn't like that. I just wanted to see Pas De Cheval. I know that she was around here somewhere. Ah! There she is! I knew that to anypony looking, she would just look like...something. I didn't know. I saw her. I was the only one who could. But the way she looked to me was simple; she was beautiful.
She looked, to me, like a mare in her 20s. Sky Blue coat, bright yellow eyes, pinkish-red mane. That changed, sometimes. One day she has her yellow eyes, next day they're dark green. She'll have her red mane one second, and the next, it's lavender. But the main image remained. Her beautiful smile, her cheerful, quiet voice, everything.
I walked up to her, and sat on a tree stump next to her. We just sat there for a long while, chatting. She kept trying to kiss me, and managed to, a few times. I wasn't really too into kissing until the time is right. I've told her this only about 50 times, but she never cared. Hey, she could control time, or rather, everything. She could make the time right. She never did, though. I've asked her about this on a few occasions, but the answer is always the same: "Look into my eyes, Downpour. What do you see?"
All I could see in her eyes was the sky.