Memories Of The Flask

by WindigogoGadget

Over Many a Tangled Spray

I used to just hover over Starswirls experiments. Try to learn some things. But he hasn't been doing much, and the few times I think he's going to do something exciting, he tells me to move, that it might be dangerous for me. Of course, I listened to him. After all, he did technically make me. He probably knows more about magic than I do. More than I've seen at least.

Lately, I've been meaning to ask if he could teach me the basics of the alphabet. Maybe I could just work backward piece by piece in my spare time from there. If it talks like English, then it might write like English too. But translating all this old-talk is gonna take a while. I can understand the formal speech patterns and whatnot, but actually speaking formally was still awkward for me. At times Starswirl couldn't figure out what I was trying to say. But at least I had a decent idea of how to react from reading some old greek myths. I loved myths. I don't know why, I always hated fairy tales. There just wasn't an interest in those types of things. But myths? I read an entire book on the stuff. Thought it was a neat way to pass the time. I wonder how many I still remember.

Greek myths were also pretty sad sometimes, I don't want to think on that right now.

...

I should try to talk to him about the... The Things. I've been seeing things. Brief little flashes. Probably nothing, but I want to ask. Assuming he doesn't deflect it like the reading.

The sisters said they'd be back in some days, maybe today. Luna was a little scary. I mostly chose to shut up during their conversations and just listen and provide tea, and hope that I was never called to answer anything more than a simple yes or no question. Celestia was terrifying. Sure, she didn't seem too bad, but something about her made my skin- my flowers crawl. There's like an urge to run, or fight- do something. It reminded me of when they sent a worker to talk to me, I could tell something was off, but couldn't realize what it was.

...I might try to figure that out on my own. I want to talk to Starswirl about this, but I feel like I'm on my own here now.

That's okay. I've been used to it for a while.

I'm staring out the window again. I think I spaced out. It might be midday judging by the sun being at the top of the sky, I can see it high above the mountains in the distance. Everything's in place but something doesn't feel right. It's probably because I still feel cold. The sun doesn't do much for me anymore. There's not much to do now, actually.

I used to scream and cry a lot. Mostly when nobody is looking.

I think I'd really like a history book right now. But I still can't read. But I can stare directly at the sun, it doesn't burn my eyes anymore. I don't get the weird spots in my vision from looking at it anymore. Actually, I think my eyes are a lot better than they were before. Before disappearing to Here, I guess.

I wonder what the grass near home is like today. Maybe it's raining over there. Maybe it's raining somewhere else.

I could probably explore the tower some more. I'm not sure how far up I am, these floors feel so weird. They don't feel consistent. Who knows, maybe the tower is bigger on the inside?

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Up. Down. Up. Down. I figured out I can stretch my entire body up and down. Starswirl is still busy doing something. Don't know what. It's really killing me inside. I want to know what that old man's been working on. The star is lower now, I think. I don't see it above anymore. I got tired of staring at the outside.

The more things change, the more things stay the same I think. I couldn't go outside then, I can't go outside here. I wasn't planned for then, I wasn't planned for here.

I'm tired of bouncing around, I don't want to explain that to Starswirl. But maybe I could just stretch out through the window and explore. But that's stupid. I could probably just ask.

I'll ask one day.

I'm kind of excited about the puppet though. Maybe I could ask for a cat doll. I like cats. I miss her. _{please don't cry}