The night is dark, as this one girl is crying herself to sleep. Alone, and lonely.
One late night, her mother affords her a gift.
There is the glimmer of starlight. One who listens, when none is really there to see the desperate tears.
I just recently started to write stories directly towards the FiM actively, though I have been writing for years, publishing numerous stories at Mibba and the eventual pony story, as far as to the MLP
The night is dark, as this one girl is crying herself to sleep. Alone, and lonely.
One late night, her mother affords her a gift.
There is the glimmer of starlight. One who listens, when none is really there to see the desperate tears.