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The Princess had offered me tea, which I had enjoyed Royally; if you excuse that pun here. Not my fault that she happened to be a Princess, with a castle of her very own; as small as her court may be.
Since she couldn’t show me the door in the name of friendship, and I have nowhere else to go; she found herself obligated to extend me a room, for as long as I was to need some place to stay. I guess she is a good friend, but what did I know as the orphaned roe Deer? Apparently, I will be learning the depths of the ignorance on this part soon enough. She had actually promised me as much, even if she had expressed it very differently.
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The room she gave me may not be all that large or fancy by any standard; but there is room for a bed and a bed stand on the right side of the door, I have a wardrobe in which to have clothes if and when I have any, so I just slipped out of my saddle bags and stashed them there. Being in a Royal castle built out of a solid purple crystal, I feel safe enough to enjoy the window giving me light in the room.
From the feelings I had, the village is safe; even considering just how close it is to the dreaded and dreadful forest I had been so careful to avoid at any and all cost.
The mare who imparted the room to me does know powers defying description. I could feel something about her, something that told me she was ready to face down opponents far greater and more powerful than her; even when she had to face them alone. She clearly had learned of magic, and wielded more of it than a Pony her size and age should dare to dream of, from the tales I had been spoon fed; during the time I had had to absorb the love I had been granted.
Of course, living on the edge of the forest is not for the faint at heart, or the weak. I had to hoof it to her, she had both guts and a heart to go with it.
When you are weak, and alone; you learn to recognize and respect power and the once wielding it, or you are not going to make it through the day. Simple as that.
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This crystal palace is speaking volumes, and what I hear is the brute force of power you don’t cross. Maybe she could afford to have a great heart, with the power behind her, aside from the friends she had mentioned before. I have little to no idea as to who or what they are, but if they are her friends; they are bound to be mine as extension.
I may be wary of the once I do not know, but I had been forced to relay on someone, and this Pony was the first choice I had available to me. Once I chose to trust her, I could as well trust in her choice, even the once done before I had met her in the first place. In choosing her, I had chosen to trust the once she considers her friends too.
She had mentioned one Pony in particular, a pink mare by the name of Pinkie Pie. From the words she spoke, and the way she mentioned her; I have to imagine she is something special, something well out of the ordinary.
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There is something to this castle, in which the bed of mine is standing; it is no mare crystal palace for one of power, but is sprung out of the earth, like a tree. I feel a strange and unexplainable connection from the very floor on which my hooves are resting.
Even with my boots on; the connection binds me to the Earth, and the Harmony that made the castle manifest. How, why, or could I actually pose these questions?
I hide everything I have in a wardrobe, save the boots I wear. The saddle bags are safely hidden out of sight, where none could find them, without opposing the one I had chosen as my Champion. My last remaining connection to who and what I am, hidden within these saddle bags.
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She had shared her meals with me, just as she is sharing her meals with a Dragon named Spike. I had enjoyed both the salad, and the tea. I should not deny it, by any means.
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I hear a knock on the door, but with an enormously exuberance to it. If it is the mare I had been promised to see, or if it is the reaper herself; who is to say?
The door had opened itself, as Twilight applied her magic. There had been a few strange vibrations from the floor; while the pink mare bounced forth, and into the hall.
After a moment, the vibration merely vanished; as if the object had slipped out of existence. Yet, something else changed as I feel a difference to the air, from the switching of a long, highly curled up tail. The explanation is forthcoming; in the form of a pink mare, or to the point; Pinkie Pie.
”Flop, flop, flop, flop..” I hear as a pink mare comes flying through the very long hall of the castle.
“Hiya, Battery!” she merely exclaimed, as she lowered herself and set hoof on the floor before me.
“Hiya, Pinkie Pie!” I responded, knowing there could be none other to perform what I had just been the witness of right now.
“A friend of Twilight, is a friend of mine; Battery!” she promptly pointed out.
“Oh; a friend of my friend, is also my friend..” I whispered, quietly; remembering an old lesson, out of a dark and shaded past.
“Pinkie; how did you do, what you just did?” I inquired, breathlessly.
“Do what? Oh, flying! Sorry, if I can’t teach you the trick; since your tail is too short, to spin properly!” she responded.
“It is not your fault, my tail is too short to spin! I am a Deer, and there is nothing to do about it.. Is there? Either way, I like being a Deer, it is who I am!” I prompted.
“I know, and neither of us can fly like a Pegasus!” she giggled.
“No, I guess we can’t; but we were never meant to fly in the first place!” I acknowledged, with a slight hint of a giggle.
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