> I Had The World > by Inspiration > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Folkin' Around At Nine In The Afternoon > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Who is she? I can't really say. I don't exactly know who she is. Or what she is..." Why, oh why, did I have to open my mouth to these mares? Why was it that I thought it was a good idea to tell them about Pas De Cheval? I knew I was going to get nothing but weird stares. And a gasp or two. But mostly stares. "...So, what you're saying is this: you are dating something named Pas De Cheval, who you don't know how it looks, what it sounds like, or even what it is?" Twilight was always one of the first to recover. Which is why I didn't like her as much. It's always questions after the recovery. "Yes, Twilight. Everything you just said is what I said in a nutshell." "And not even the Princess knows of it?" "Twilight, it's 'her.' And no, I'm sure that not even the Princess knows of Pas De Cheval." And with that, a silence filled the room. There was nothing but stares and the mental gears of a lavender unicorn grinding in that room. Sweet Celestia, I wanted to leave. So, I did. Who could stop me? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Walking through the Everfree. Oh, what a treat. The only thing, though, is a creeping suspicion that somepony, or rather, several someponies were following me. I wouldn't lose them, though. I wasn't like that. I just wanted to see Pas De Cheval. I know that she was around here somewhere. Ah! There she is! I knew that to anypony looking, she would just look like...something. I didn't know. I saw her. I was the only one who could. But the way she looked to me was simple; she was beautiful. She looked, to me, like a mare in her 20s. Sky Blue coat, bright yellow eyes, pinkish-red mane. That changed, sometimes. One day she has her yellow eyes, next day they're dark green. She'll have her red mane one second, and the next, it's lavender. But the main image remained. Her beautiful smile, her cheerful, quiet voice, everything. I walked up to her, and sat on a tree stump next to her. We just sat there for a long while, chatting. She kept trying to kiss me, and managed to, a few times. I wasn't really too into kissing until the time is right. I've told her this only about 50 times, but she never cared. Hey, she could control time, or rather, everything. She could make the time right. She never did, though. I've asked her about this on a few occasions, but the answer is always the same: "Look into my eyes, Downpour. What do you see?" All I could see in her eyes was the sky. > When The Day Meets The Night, I'll Be Behind The Sea > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I would think that your so-called 'friends' would be more understanding of our situation, North." She had a Manehattan accent, adding unintentional flair to certain letters. Now, normally, I would think to question her about how she knew that. But, she has full control of the universe. So I don't need to ask. Nonetheless, she was right. They were all much less understanding than they normally are. Even Pinkie, as unquestioning as she is, had looked like she was going to flood me with questions. "It's a weird situation they've never heard of, nor experienced. I would think that it's normal for them to react the way they did." "But the lavender one refused to even call me anything but 'it.' Anypony else would have used 'her' except for that one." Her accent changed to a southern Saddle Arabian one. Everything she said, she had a different accent. Just one of the many things I loved about her. "I'll talk to them again and try to get Twilight to use 'her' when she's speaking of you, alright?" I knew that they had all followed me. It wouldn't be too hard. "Alright." She had that distinct Trottingham accent. I was actually expecting two things; an ugly accent, and an argument. She knew I loved the Trottingham accent, and she hated being defeated. I was genuinely amazed that she was being so...how should I put this...divine in accepting defeat... "Great. I lo-" my seemingly obvious statement was cut short by six ponies of varying species running out of their odd hiding places and towards me and Pas. Always the worst time for an ambush. But, hay, they had a knack for that. "Why do you always come out at the worst times?" I had went on a few "adventures" with them. I know their timing. Nonetheless, my question immediately got ignored...by multiple voices of varying accents coming from ponies of varying species. I was only able to catch certain parts of what they were saying.. "...s Pas De Cheval? I thou..." "...e Cheval, you are very pret..." "...ought you'd be differen..." "..ell ain't you a handsome woman! Ah ex..." "WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP?!" A Central Amareican voice screamed. It's pretty obvious who this voice belonged to. And the owner of said voice turned to me and said, "Downpour, things are going to change." > Becoming Mad As Rabits > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You just had to do it, didn't you?" I had lost my one and only love. And the "Elements of Harmony" were to blame. "She was the greatest thing I could ever imagine, and you drover her away from me! What were you all THINKING!?" All I received was blank stares. They were almost asking why I was angry. I had a right to be. But eventually, I got a softly spoken answer. "...we're sorry...we didn't..." "Look, if you think you were going to help something, I can start to regret yelling. But, damnit, Pinkie, sometimes 'sorry' isn't enough." They should understand why I was furious. After minutes, I finally left the Everfree, hoping that I would run into Pas De Cheval on the way home. I never saw her. I did, however, run into a meek butterball, so to speak. "What do you want, Fluttershy?" I never meant to say it with as much force as I did... As soon as I saw her eyes begin to water, I immediately regretted saying anything. "Fluttershy, I'm so, so sorry about that...it's just...I'm just upset about Pas...can you forgive me?"