A week is far too little time, but better than nothing. Even if we’d had one or a hundred years, all good things must come to an end. Life goes on.
We parted in tears at one of Ivory’s huts, a strange contrast to the first march that really kicked off our struggle. They say that friendship forged in the trials of fire is among the strongest things in the world. On that day, I felt no statement could be truer. We said our goodbyes, knowing that they wouldn’t be our last; the other would most certainly survive until next time.
And so she returned to her guardianship and I, to Ponyville.
I kept tabs on Pasture, watching for any sign of an opening. But it quickly became clear that even with what we had, going against Prideful was playing the long game.
So I kept Ivory in my heart and waited. Life went on.