This story is a sequel to À partir de Bourgeons à Fleurs

Everything happens for some kind of reason: action begets reaction, one link in the infinite unseen chain pulls another along and so on, and stuff therefore happens. In this however there is only mechanism, lacking either the solid grounding of purpose or the soaring motivation which follows from it. Moreover, although the cogs of this machinery are on display we are in few ways their operators, making all events accidents, happy or otherwise. Through this deep sea of chances to find something more is a great blessing, one that must be held onto tightly, guarded fiercely, and treasured fondly.

(Pre-emptively: this is not truly a sequel, nor is it meant as such, rather it’s more a really short, waiting room writing, diptych scene thing)

Great thanks to Haphazard for pre-reading.

Also thank you to anyone who reads my stuff.

Notes:
• Title: Accidents (spelling same in French/English) (likewise for other chapters)
• Warning: there be rampant cliché ahead
• Sketch used as cover art used base by EssentialNightfall (http://essentialnightfall.deviantart.com/art/MLP-Base-Cuddling-Together-413655751)
• I welcome any and all feedback