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// A  Mentor To Another 
// Story: Unifinished Normal Tales 
// by Normal 
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	The night grew near and with it would come her prey. She could only wait with bated breath as her eyes flickered between the peach pink glow of the horizon and the stony cold greyness of the castle halls. Tonight was the night, tonight nothing would stop her.

The pink glow deepened to an orange hue, the last final flares of sunlight beaming down now. Her flank shook with anticipation and now her eyes glued themselves to the only entrance to the hall. She was above, sitting comfortably on a rafter and invisible to anypony that might enter this way. Just the way she wanted it. If her plan worked as, well, planned, the pony she wanted would casually walk under this beam of wood at precisely one minute after the sun finished setting.
Yes…It was all coming together.

The pony started to tumble as her balance was lost. Those were the woes between imitating the classic villains. In real life when someone rubbed their hooves together with glee it tended to end poorly. Properly adjusted and well hidden in the depths of the shadows once more, amber eyes narrowed and darted to the horizon for one final time.  The light was gone, completely faded, and the pony in the rafters had no way to tell for how long this had been.

“Hey kid, get down from the rafters. It’s not safe up there for somepony like you.”

That voice…once more the pony almost fell from the rafters.

“See, that’s exactly what I mean,” There was a slight sense of mirth in the mare’s voice this time, “Want some help getting down from there before you break your neck?”

The sound of popping joints punctuated the mare’s thought process as she cracked her own neck from side to side in a rolling motion.

“Hey, I can get down on my own…I...know how to fly just fine!”

This got a bout of laughter out of the older pony and left her wiping the tears from her eyes. 

“Kid, I’ve seen you fly. I know you can do it, wasn't implying otherwise. Just get down here before I get my fat old flank up there. I doubt that perch of yours could hold the both of us.”

Hooves shuffled nervously on wood as the filly looked down at her role model.

“I was going to come down,” She lied, “You were just early…I wasn’t ready!”

“Yeah, yeah. I got your little note.” Stammering interrupted her, “And I’d say I arrive exactly when you wanted me to.”

“It wasn’t my note! I wanted to surprise you!” 

Orange feathers spread themselves, the tips brushing against the cold stone walls and hooves matching in hue pushed off the ground. Barely a flap later and the mare drew up even with the muzzle of the small filly.

“Surprise.”

The nose crinkled on the small foal, grey fur made darker by the steadily growing shadows.

"You know that's not what I meant..." Whining left a slight sharpened edge to the filly's voice.

Eyes rolled to to Celestai's heavens and back before hooves spoke for themselves as Scootaloo grasped the small filly's midsection.

"Whatever, kid. Anyways I was going to come find you. Your mom caught me in the hall and told me you've been out all day. I'm supposed to get your flank back to her if I find you," Scootaloo poked the filly's nose, " And guess what? I found you."