A Life Lived in Hundreds

by Botched Lobotomy

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Twilight would like it, Smith thought. She enjoyed that sort of thing. Ma and Pa were on ahead, and Apple Rose was wittering beside her, and none of them had seen the nest inside the tree trunk. Of course, Twilight would say how interesting it was to see them in action, pronounce their name in Pony Latin, and supply some fascinatingly obscure fact she’d read somewhere in a book⁠—but everypony else walked on.
Apple Rose made some comment, and Smith gave her a smile, but inside the smile was for Twilight, warm like owl chicks cozy in a secret nest.

Comments

[Bicyclette]

augh, the having another to show the secret things and places with! and augh, i'm not supposed to begin crying this early, but just this quiet idk excitement? fascination? attraction? about Twilight, i feel just so warmed inside by this. like owl chicks cozy in a secret nest, even!

also love the word "wittering" here, very fun!