Dash had just walked out of sight, as I started to walk back to my home. First now I realised, just how hungry I am. Never had I flown anywhere as far, or fast before.
If they had known it was me, how would they have reacted? Some may look down at me, just for accepting her offer to be her pet. Some would look up to me, for how fast I had been flying today, and for how far I had been flying. Some would look up to me, for daring to listen to my heart and do what I secretly wanted all along, even before I knew I had desired it. Others would find it admirable to be associated with a mare like Dash. Hell, who wouldn't feel like that. I guess I was finding it exciting, just to be a step closer to her. Even if I knew I'm as close to her as I needed to be, just by being her friend and follow her on all the adventures, like when we had saved Princes Luna from the trap in her form as Nightmare Moon.
Princess Luna sure had been more than enough happy and appreciative at the time. Her sister, Princes Celestia still knew who I am, for what I had taken part in.
I opened the door and entered my home, only to see everyone there, waiting for me. I opened my food store, before I picked out the respective feeds for a few critters at the time, pouring up what they required. Once I had finished feeding everyone, I slipped the rest of the feeds back where I had found it, before I closed up and went into the kitchen and found myself something to eat. Too tired to actually look closer.
Slowly chewing my food, only to realise, I was too tired to do anything more with this day. I just carried the plate to the sink, before I left the kitchen and slipped into my bed. I soon found myself fast asleep. I know I was dreaming several times, but I never recall any of the dreams.
As I woke up I felt sore all over. My wings in particular. I had been flying more than I used to, much more so. I guess I am the one to blame, I had chosen to accept, maybe I shouldn't. Though I know I had enjoyed it.
Fragments of my dream haunting me, even though I can't recall anything out of it. Just the same, I'm hungry to the point of feeling starved. There is but the one thing to do about it, and it was called a breakfast. I picked up what I had left to eat, placing it on the table, before I hastily made a haste out of what I had found.
Once I had stuffed myself, I picked out the feeds for the critters, filling up a bowl at the time, until I had completed the task. I realised I had been less than inspired to do it, just as I knew I was to regret it, if I had not fed them all properly, then I sat down, watching them as they ate.
I put my saddle bags on before I walked to the door and opened it. I closed the door behind me and flew all the way to Sugar-Cube Corner where I knew Pinkie Pie was hard at work. I had to bring more food to my home and the one first stop was her.
Landing just before the door, skidding to a sudden halt before several surprised Ponies, guffawing as they stumbled to a stop in order not to run right into me. I just left them agape behind me. I did not care if they were staring, not today. I guess it is highly uncharacteristic of me.
Ofhorse they were staring, I knew it. Just to see me flying fast alone was an occasion worth a good stare. I could live with it. To see me skidding to a sudden halt outside the Sugar-Cube Corner, I guess it is priceless. That only amused me today. Maybe something truly had changed within me. Which was amusing me even further.
“Hiya, Pinkie Pie!” I then said, instead of my commonly inaudible whisper.
“Hi Flutters. What're you looking for this early in the day; Muffins, Cup-Cakes?” Pinkie pie squealed in her excitedly hyper manner.
“Yes please. I'm all out of both. I can't just keep working on an empty stomach. Oh, and three muffins right of the batch too, would be great, I'm starving!” I pointed out.
“Okie Dokie. Coming right up!” she announced, with a hint of surprise on her features.
Pinkie soon managed to slip a large batch of Muffins in a paper bag, and another batch of Cup-Cakes in the next, before she slipped the pastries for my breakfast on a plate she slipped onto the cart with a large glass of juice.
I slipped a pile of bits on the counter, watching her slide them into the register machine, before I walked out to the table by the window, waiting for her to serve me my much needed breakfast, feeling I was to enjoy having my meal out. The Sugar-Cube Corner is the place I usually did frequent, if and when I was hungry, and wanted to eat out.
I thought I had sensed something, but I couldn't quite put my finger or hoof to what it was, mainly because I couldn't recognise, or make sense out of what it was I had sensed. What I had sensed, was connected to Pinkie Pie, but if she had handed over the collar to Dash, there may be a reason, but it felt as if it had been deeper than just that. Maybe if Pinkie was handling all the collar trade of our small village?
I couldn't ask her, it felt too embarrassing to me. Yet something about her and the collar, or is there another someone behind her counter. Someone whom I had never seen or met before?
Naturally my thoughts were interrupted by Pinkie Pie serving my breakfast, but I guess I didn't mind since I still am very hungry. Maybe she did surprise me in coming in at the exact moment, but she also gave me a new whiff of what I had previously felt. There is a connection and it isn't just her handling the collar trade.