She lightly rubbed Aqua's whithers with her wing. The filly hadn't woken up yet. Cotton glanced at the window. The Princess' sun was already up and was nearing noon. Cotton had thought, Past time to wake her up, but it is a weekend... And she probably needs the sleep.
Looking back down at the filly, she watched the foal's face. Her little nose was scrunched up. A few ideas of dreams flew past her mind as she watched. Cotton smiled a troubled smile. She knew that the filly wasn't old, but it was easy to forget. Nothing about Aqua's personality came off as young. Almost nothing. She does occasionally start laughing out of nowhere at seemingly nothing. And when she tries to explain, it all falls apart. But she keeps laughing. She pet Aqua's mane.
Aqua twitched, and Cotton feared she put too much force behind the petting. But she continued.
The filly's expression and her grip on the blanket relaxed as Cotton continued. Cotton wished she could help the filly, but beyond working as a caretaker, she wasn't able to do much. She had no experience with emotional problems other than her own. The fact that she couldn't help hurt her. She is my responsibility but, she's grown on me... Cotton looked down at her hooves on the bed. She shuffled on top of the blanket. Feel like a foal again... confused and out of control... all I can do I try...
Hearing a shuffling not her own, she glanced at Aqua. Pulling back her own wing, she watched and waited for the filly to wake up.
She watched as the filly stretched out wide with no regard for the blanket and pillow being pushed away. Big stretch. A small smile from Cotton. The filly then relaxed and didn't move.
The filly blearily opened her eyes, staring at nothing with nothing. She adopted a confused look for a second as she grunted to nopony. "Oh... right..."
She barely heard what Aqua mumbled. Cotton looked down. ...over a month since...
Shaking her head, Cotton cleared her throat to announce her presence.
The filly turned to her. "Hm..? Cotton?"
Cotton hummed an affirmative and continued, "Yeah, it's me. How are you feeling? How was your sleep?"
"Oh..." She glanced up in thought. "Decently, I guess..." Aqua yawned and smacked her lips twice. "My neck isn't as stiff as when I got here, though that's probably because of the pillow."
Did she not have one befo-
Aqua cut off her thought unknowingly with a chuckle, "That pillow sucked ass, but I had it for years." Aqua sat up as her demeanour changed from relaxed to reserved. The filly became quiet and thought to herself.
As a silence grew between the two, Cotton debated with herself before nodding and risking it. "Want to talk about it?"
Aqua looked in her direction slowly. "...Last night?"
Cotton hummed and affirmative.
The filly looked down and began to twidle her hooves. "I-... A-alright..."
Cotton reassured her with a short wing hug. "You can take your time."
Aqua mulled over what to say before beginning, "I... I had a good life. Before coming here, I mean..." Aqua glanced down as she paused. Cotton tightened the hug.
When the filly looked back up, Cotton noticed a purple tinge in the filly's tears. They're back again...
Aqua continued, "I-it's hard to think about... Imagine you lost everything. As if life gripped you by the balls and pulled hard. I didn't have everything, but I had enough..." The filly sniffled. "I... I'm pretty certain I've told you but... I used to draw. Not enough, but a decent amount. Then, suddenly..." Aqua looked directly at Cotton. Dead blue and greyish eyes pierced Cotton's soul. Sorrow and well-hidden restrained anger could be seen.
Cotton broke the eye contact first. "Oh..."
"Yeah..." Another sniffle as the filly looked down. "It... It hurts to think about sometimes, as I'm sure you can imagine. Last night was just one of those days... Those days... come more often than they used to..."
How do I- No. Don't think, just do. Cotton shook her head and pulled Aqua in tighter. "I- I'm sorry. I... know I can't fix that but, I'll be here if you need me."
"You know it's not your fault but... thank you." The filly finally leaned into the hug and squeezed her tightly.
Together, they stared out the window for the better part of an hour while they silently hugged.
Aqua eventually broke the hug with a giggle and a proclamation, "I'm hungry."
Cotton smiled. "Well then, let's fix that."
Cotton picked up the filly, who responded with an audible gasp, and put Aqua on her back.
And so, off the bed, out the room and towards the cafeteria they went, with small smiles on their faces.
Fuckin ouch, man
Comfort food is one of the few good bandaids for the heart. Shame it doesn’t last particularly long though.
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Losing a part of yourself always hurts. It never gets easier, but we get better at it.
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It's nice to be able to eat. Triggers an instinctive part of the lizard brain. Food equals safety. After all, if you're eating, you're not dying to a predator. It's never a permanent solution, and we all have to go through it sometimes. If only we didn't have to.
Yep nice story about a human turned blind filly
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Glad to hear you're liking the story. But are you sure it's a former human?
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Not 100% but mostly. You could always add on a crossover tag later.
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Sadly, The way telekinesis works doesn't include a sense. It merely allows you to move an object. It being one spell, and a very primitive one at that, it doesn't come with a dual-cast. Factor in the lack of need for sensory enhancers for a non-warlike race, and you have a distinct lack of sensory spells
Though, I do like how you think.
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Fair. Fair.
I will say that I doubt I'll be adding that tag to this story. Maybe future stories, but not this one. I personally don't like the idea of crossovers a lot. Only roughly two stories I've liked on this site were crossovers and I have 20 pages of favourited stories.
I'm not certain why, but they come across as lacking in worldbuilding, or execution of it, at least. Not to say they are, but it just feels that way to me. Even with crossovers between other media that I like, it still feels less like a well-written story, and more like a cool idea badly translated to paper. That's not to say they're badly written by any standard but mine. I think I just dislike the kind of story.
I think the idea of having to create the world, the characters, the situations, and everything requires more thought and because of that, has better writing. I know this is sort of hypocritical considering the fact that my stories are fanfiction. But the way most stories get involved makes the tone and execution sloppy. Obviously, this is not true with every story, but it's simply how I feel.
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Fair enough. I know I've had an interesting time merging MLP and HP, and that both sides are going to go off the rails really soon. Well they technically already have what with Harry being sent to his godmother, Princess Celestia, the day before the makeshift mirror portal she and Lily had created accidentally was destroyed.
He grew up happily as a "pony" (really a reformed changeling who never knowingly met any other Changelings) and his existence in one world and non-existence in another has caused many dominoes to fall in new ways like Twilight not wanting to leave Canterlot because she already has friends or the CMC forming 4 or 5 years before the pilot with Harry as one of the 4 founders.
It's been interesting balancing causality especially since very few humans know Harry's true identity instead of the name he grew up with, Lightning Sunrise.
That number actually only includes the Headmaster, the Heads of Houses, the Weasleys, the Grangers, and Ollivander. I suppose the Goblins also know but they aren't telling anyone anything beyond he lives.
Quirrell and Voldemort also know but they aren't supposed to know and only do so because of the fact Lightning has a Horcrux in his forehead. A fact which shan't survive First Year.
Also I think I've wrecked most pony fic stereotypical tropes with Gen 2 being ancient forgotten history before Luna, Celestia, or Discord were born. This means ponies are most certainly omnivores and capable of being semi-anthro at will. Also sexes are balanced at about 51:49 with a slight female lean and the only reason the Royal Sisters are in charge is they are the only Alicorns currently living on the Material Plane.
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I’m not sure I agree. We seen both Twilight and Rarity use Telekinesis in ways that they seem to not need to see what they grab.
Thought it might be more taxing that way.
Or they have a near photograph memory recall where everything located.
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I'll admit, it's been a while since I actually watched the show. For how they 'know' where it is akin to how you know where you left something. Essentially the same way you know where to grab while your eyes are closed. To be more specific, it is the sense of proprioception also known as Kinaesthesia. It's your body's way of knowing movement, and where you are in reference to things you know are around you. It's also the main sense to be hindered, to my knowledge, when under the influence of drugs or alcohol.
For the two of them, specifically, I can absolutely see them having photographic memory in Twilight's case and Rarity simply being exceedingly meticulous. Can you see her not knowing where everything in her workshop is at all times? With as hard of a worker as she is, I really can't see her not memorizing every part of the layout in her house. Additionally, for Twilight, I could easily see her mixing in a spell that allows her to sense things around her with every levitation she does. She is the element of magic, after all.
I'll give a hint for the future of this story in the form of an enigmatic phrase; Twilight can teleport.
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I’m actually glad it’s not a quick fix situation. Way too many writers on Fimfiction come up with an unique situation, only to solve it in a chapter or two.
That’s one reason I thought that it could be an advanced skill to feel with magic.
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That is one thing that bothers me in a lot of the stories I read. The idea of episodic content. As weird as it is to say, that is the reason I don't watch shows at all, with a few exceptions. I say this while writing fanfiction for a tv show... Wow... When a problem is introduced, and then solved, It doesn't feel like a story. It feels like an instruction manual. I think that's the main reason that I'm drawn to slow-burn stories that are very long for novel standards. These types of stories have a higher likelihood of having problems introduced, but not having them solved soon, or solved at all. That last thing is important.
A small thing, but something that also annoys me is when the author reveals things in the comments or the author's notes, giving context. In real life, you never have all the facts, not-to-mention that part of the fun of reading is not knowing everything. The mystery actually makes the story more enjoyable.
For Twilight, it could likely be an advanced skill to sense things with magic. Frankly, it might not even be advanced for her. I wouldn't call her a mary sue, but she's as close as most shows get. I want to avoid any sense that Aqua nor anyone else in this story is akin to a mary sue. I want them to fail. I want to see them try. But it'll be hard to write in a way I'm happy with.
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I agree and have the same problem. I been rewriting my latest chapter because I’m having trouble with the emotions. It’s a challenge to write at the traumatic level needed.
My earlier stories have more cartoonish comedic tones.
I would imagine suddenly being picked up wile blind, without warning, would be terrifying. Even after awhile, I would still think it would be quite startling
That was a very nice chapter, quite cute and little sad. I enjoy it.
Choice of words is strange to say the least, for a filly