This is the story of a filly, who grew up without her parents in room 3B of Ponyville orphanage.
Coconut never knew her real mother or father. She never even knew her real name - ponies called her Coconut because of her white coat and black mane. She was raised in Ponyville's orphanage, away from the outside world's influence.
Coconut, in fact, has only one relic from her parents - a note with a cryptic message, tucked into her crib.
'My darling child...'
This story takes place in an alternate universe, more realistic and detailed than that of the show.
I know this letter will one day be hard to read, and you must know, were it not for our circumstances, we would never have abandoned you.
We dare not speak of the events that brought you here, much less of the circumstances leading up to them. I cannot stress the following enough: Do not come looking for us. You may not like what you find.
We have sacrificed so much for you to be free from the chains of your parents. We implore you: live a normal life. Study hard. Stay out of trouble. Make us proud.
We will always remember you.
Love,
Mom and Dad.
'Is it finished?'
'Yes.'
The mare smiled underneath her hood at the sleeping infant below her, wrapped in a shroud of thin linen. Tucking the hastily written note into the child's crib, she kissed the unicorn baby on her forehead. 'Goodbye.'
Settling the child in front of the orphanage's doorstep, out of the snow, the stallion pounded loudly on the thick oak door. The pair waited with baited breath.
Suddenly, a light flickered on in one of the upstairs rooms.
'That's it. Let's go.'
The stallion and mare bolted, the thick night snow swallowing them whole. Within seconds, they were gone.
Time ticked by, punctuated only by the infant's increasingly frustrated wails. Lights flickered on as the awakened pony made their way downstairs. The light behind the door flickered on, and not a second later, the door cracked open.
At first, the mare saw nothing. Then, she heard the all-too-distinctive wails, ones she had heard many times before.
'Well, Sister Blossom?'
'A girl, Mother Superior. A healthy one too. No marks, no bruises, no signs of deformity. I'd say no less than three months old.'
'Did they leave a note?'
'Yes, Mother Superior.'
Blossom passed the hastily-scribbled note to Mother Aurora. As she read further down the note, her nose wrinkled, and she finished it with a sigh.
'More wastrels, probably. Still, at least they had to good sense to give the child a proper home. Let me see...'
Mother Aurora produced a notepad, and began to skim through it. Suddenly, she stopped, and scribbled something down.
'We'll put her in 3B. The older girls should be able to shoulder some of her upbringing. Did she have a name?'
'Not that we know of, Mother Superior.'
'Well, no matter, the other children will likely come up with one.'
Mother Aurora smiled down at the child, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes. 'May the Astrals bless this child. Sister Blossom, see to it that the other girls do a good job, will you?'
'Of course, Mother Superior.'
'Good, good. Well then, take her to her room and get yourself to bed.'
Groans and muttered curses filled the room as one of the sisters pounded on the door.
'Now! And don't give me any more grief!'
Coconut opened her eyes hazily, slowly focusing on the world in front of her. As her vision stabilized, she saw a coffee-coloured pony come into view. Caramel Swirl. Her mentor.
'Come on, Coconut. Classes start in twenty minutes.'
Coconut clumsily nodded in agreement, and rolled off the bed, hitting the floor with a resounding thud. Fully awoken, she trotted over to her wardrobe and pulled out her robes, white with a blue pattern of stars sown into the hem. While they were not her personal choice - all the novices at Ponyville orphanage were expected to wear them - she had always felt they contrasted particularly well with her mane, so she made no complaint.
Coconut quickly dressed herself, then made a lame attempt to push her distraught mane into shape. Fortunately, novices were not required to cut their hair short like the sisters, so she was allowed to style her hair as she wished. Caramel, as a sister-in-training, had to have her mane cropped short. But then again, short looked good on her.
Caramel watched in amusement as Coconut made one last attempt to straighten her mane, before she gave up and simply dunked her head in a pail of water. Surfacing, Coconut ignited her horn and wrung her hair dry as best she could, before dutifully trotting over to Caramel's side.
'Hey, that’s a neat trick. Wish I could do it.'
Coconut grinned. 'Yeah, it's pretty good. Still feels damp, though. Wish I could fly it dry like you.'
Caramel ruffled her wings. 'Are you kidding? My hair'd go everywhere. I want to appear at least slightly respectable, thank you very much.'
Coconut's retort was cut off by more demented bellowing from the other side of the door. 'Don't make me get the Mother Superior!'
Life at the orphanage was demanding work, but pleasant. Most of Coconut's activities were overseen by her mentor, Caramel. Caramel was an aspirant Sister, and to join the order, she was expected to complete several tasks, one of which was guiding a filly from infancy to adulthood. Caramel had been less than a teenager when Coconut had first arrived, but she had jumped at the chance to care for her. She had become more of a mother to Coconut than anypony else ever had. She had bathed her, changed her, read her stories and coaxed her to sleep. Now, with Coconut in her early teens and Caramel a young mare, the two were inseparable.
Caramel spent most of her time with Coconut teaching her about the order she was being inducted into, and the Astrals, the distant planets, stars and moons that governed Equestria. Coconut learned that Equestria was a land ruled by two Astral siblings, Princess Luna and Princess Celestia, and that the order was set up for mares who wanted to devote themselves to studying the sky and learning it's teachings.
Coconut was unsure just how much she believed in all of this - to her, the sky was just filled with the sun, the moon and lots and lots of tiny dots. But Caramel seemed to believe in earnest, so she tried her best to learn the stars and their names, if only for Caramel's sake.
As well as learning the skies, Coconut spent a lot of time at lessons and with her friends. She had made several good friends at the orphanage, but none of them could compete with Star Swift. The two of them had first met when they had been fighting over a toy car. Caramel had found an identical toy, given it to Coconut, and the two had been best friends ever since.
Star Swift was much quieter and more reserved than Coconut, but that hadn't stopped her from being one of the most popular fillies at the orphanage. In part, this was due to her being the first one to get her cutie mark - a small golden star. Most of the sisters agreed it was a sign Star Swift should become a fully-fledged member of the order, though Star Swift had confided in Coconut that she thought the star represented her desire to 'cast a light' on 'darkness' - darkness being troubled ponies and places.
Alongside lessons and friends, they were expected to clean, cook and maintain the orphanage. There were no cleaners or gardeners - just them. If the place wasn't immaculate, they would all be punished, meaning shirkers usually changed their ways quickly to avoid trouble with their peers.
Today, she had History of Equestria first. All her lessons were led by sisters, as opposed to teachers, like most schools. As with all her classes, Coconut sat next to Star Swift. Coconut wasn't much good at school, though she tried her hardest. Star Swift, on the other hoof, usually aced every test, and was always top of the class. And she had the good nature to let Coconut copy her homework.
School dragged on, as usual. Coconut stared out the window. Wrote down some dates. Stared out the window. Sketched a timeline. Stared out the window. Ponyville passed by, ponies going around their daily routine. Sometimes, Coconut felt so disconnected from the outside world, she practically forgot it was there. None of the young fillies were allowed to leave the grounds of the orphanage unaccompanied, and when they did, it was usually only to take part in community projects or attend stargazing sessions.
No loud music, no parties, no colts, no fun. Surely this couldn't be what Caramel wanted to spend her whole life doing?
Finally, the lesson came to a close, the bell sounding for break. Coconut and Star Swift usually spent their break with a few other ponies, in a small room overlooking the orphanage's courtyard. The entire building was quite large, consisting not only of the orphanage, but also the main observatory and nunnery of the order.
Coconut's other friends were there - Honey Bee, Sandy Shades and Lucky Gem. Honey Bee and Lucky Gem were both Coconut's classmates, but Sandy was much older than the rest of them. In fact, Sandy had been the one who came up with Coconut's name. Soon, she would be old enough to leave the orphanage, but unlike Caramel, she had shown no interest in joining the order. Instead, she talked nonstop about travelling Equestria, making her mark on the world.
All of them muttered vague greetings as Star Swift and Coconut entered. As usual, Star Swift made a beeline for the corner, where she pulled several books out of her saddlebag and began to pour over them. Coconut, meanwhile, joined the other three at a nearby table, where they were busy playing cards.
'Hey, Coco. You playing?'
'Sure.' Honey Bee drew two cards from the pack and slid them towards her. 'Studying hard?' she simpered.
'Bite me.'
Honey Bee grinned, shook her head, then flipped her cards over. 'Full House. Read em' and weep, bitches.'
Sandy slammed her hoof into the table and swore loudly, causing Lucky Gem to jump in her seat. Sandy sighed and threw her cards down. 'You gotta tell us your secret, girl. You're eating us alive.'
When Lucky Gem had been coaxed back to the table, a new round was drawn. Bets were placed. Coconut studied her hand. Queen of Spades, Seven of Hearts. An appreciable start. With the cards already revealed on the table, that could make... A pair of Queens. Not so good.
The faces at the table gave nothing away. Lucky Gem was smiling, but Lucky Gem was always smiling. Honey Bee's poker face was too good for it to give anything away, and Sandy's poker face was too bad for anything to be discerned from it.
The next card was flipped. No change in Coconut's hand. Honey Bee raised. Sandy folded, as did Lucky Gem. Now, it was just her and Honey Bee.
Honey Bee was the kind of Pony who was destined to rule the world. Not run the world - tasks like that were delegated by ponies like Honey Bee to ponies like Star Swift. Even her pale-yellow coat and short amber mane seemed to radiate power and status. She was clever, no question, but not in the same way as Star Swift. The best word to describe her would be sly. Cunning. Nothing passed her by, nothing tripped her up. And all of this was never more obvious than when you played cards with her.
'Looking a little shaky there, Coconut.' Her real name. Honey Bee never used her real name - was she trying to throw her off course? Or was it a mistake? No, Honey Bee didn't make mistakes. 'I'll raise. Three matchsticks.'
Call or fold? Honey Bee was a master bluffer, so there was no point in trying to call her out on it. But backing out now would be cowardly, and if there was one thing Coconut hated, it was cowardice. 'Call.'
The last card was flipped. Coconut's hand improved. Two Pair. Honey Bee's face never shifted.
There was an awkward silence. Honey Bee grinned sheepishly, looking slightly embarrassed. 'Crap. I thought you'd crack. I got nothing, high card King, I suppose.'
Coconut sighed with relief, cracked a matching crooked grin, and flipped her hand. 'You gotta step up your game. You aren't going to make it big in poker fooling ponies like Sandy.'
'Up yours, Piña Colada' Sandy shot back. Coconut wasn't quite sure what that nickname meant - neither was Lucky Gem or Honey Bee, though the latter pretended otherwise. Either way, she didn't mind it - it sounded sophisticated, high-class, even though it probably wasn't.
As Sandy gathered her cards away, chatting to Honey Bee, Lucky Gem turned to look at Star Swift, who had somehow already made her way through three thick books. 'Is she doing all right?'
Coconut nodded. 'Yeah. Just, you know, being Star Swift.'
Lucky Gem sighed. 'Yes, she is. What did she do with that book I loaned her?'
Lucky Gem had recently decided her best way of reaching out to Star Swift was through books. Lucky Gem was, out of all of Coconut's friends, the one most suited to life at the orphanage. Eternally polite, friendly and sociable, she had found her greatest challenge in trying to make a sociable pony out of Star Swift.
'She read it.'
'And?'
Coconut shrugged. 'She read it. She reads, like, ten books a day, I don't think yours was anything special.'
Lucky Gem groaned, smashing her head into the table. 'Back to square one. How do you do it, Coconut?'
'I've been with her her whole life. It's different to everypony else.'
Though they were similarly aged, Lucky Gem had arrived at the orphanage when she was about six, and Honey Bee around three. Sandy had arrived as a new-born foal, years before Coconut. Everypony had their own story - Honey Bee's father used to drink and hit her. Lucky Gem's mother had committed suicide. Sandy didn't know her parents, but they hadn't even left a note.
To outside observers, the open discussion of such twisted pasts would often come across as morbid, and the sisters usually banned such discussion, but the simple fact was that it had happened to everypony. That made it easier to talk about, even joke about. It was like living in a world where everypony had a fifth hoof - it wasn't considered abnormal, even though in the real world, ponies would stare at you for it.
Star Swift, on the other hand, never spoke about her past. Even when she was alone with Coconut, she simply clamped up whenever the topic arose.
A second more of silence, then split by the bell. Break was over. Chores were up.
Ponies filtered out of the room, one by one, waving goodbye as they left. Eventually, it was just Star Swift and Coconut.
'Come on, Star Swift. We'll be late - again.'
Star Swift rose to her hooves, nodded, and motioned for Coconut to lead the way.
Coconut loved Caramel, but right now she could cheerfully murder her. Caramel was the epitome of perfectionism - if she couldn't find fault in something, either she had done it or it was missing a piece. And since it was a mentor's job to oversee their novice's work, Coconut had to deal with Caramel breathing down her neck every time she slipped up.
Caramel, as a sister-in-training, didn't have to do the same chores as the novices - instead, she organized and participated in work outside the orphanage and nunnery, running charity events and attending religious services. And, of course, she oversaw the novices when they worked.
Caramel stamped her hooves on the ground. 'Come on, everypony! Twenty minutes until lunch, then you're all free! Unless, of course, this floor isn't swept by then...'
A half-hearted groan came from the novices, and work began in earnest. If Caramel wasn't going to be a Nun, she would have made an excellent slavedriver. Coconut had foalishly expected preferential treatment when she first started working chores. She wouldn't make that mistake again.
Just twenty more minutes... ten... five... three... two... one...
The bell rang. Caramel surveyed the room, her face set in stone. Come on, Come on...
'Well, it'll do. Go on then, dismissed!'
For Coconut, lunchtimes were spent with her friends, in the same room they spent lunch. Mercifully, Honey Bee had forgotten her cards, so Coconut didn't have to worry about her demanding a rematch. Knowing Honey Bee, she would be mercilessly crushed.
The scene was a familiar one - Star Swift was couched up in the corner, buried in books. Lucky Gem was flipping through gossip magazines she had somehow managed to smuggle in, and Honey Bee was berating her for it.
'They're just so... sleazy.'
'I don't care.'
'And they're probably made up.'
'I don't care.'
'And who actually cares about Jet Set having an affair?'
'I do.'
Defeated, Honey Bee collapsed in her chair. Noticing Coconut, she waved her hoof. 'Hey, Coco.'
'Hey.' Coconut set her saddlebags down and pulled up a chair. 'You all right, Sandy?'
Unusually, Sandy wasn't babbling on about the future. Instead, she just muttered under her breath.
'What?'
'I said I wanna get out of here.'
Coconut stared at her. 'You mean... this room?'
'No. This entire place. It's suffocating me.'
'We know, we know, it's all you ever talk about.' Honey Bee interjected. 'Put on another record, will ya?'
'No, I mean, like... right now. I wanna leave. Just for a bit. Just for a few hours.'
'But... we can't.' Coconut was fairly sure where Sandy was headed with this one. 'You know that, right?'
'Yeah, I know we're not allowed to leave.'
'And you're not about to do anything stupid... right?'
Sandy turned to her. 'You know, you sound just like the Sisters.'
'Sandy, you're gonna get in trouble.'
'So? I'll be out of here in a few years anyway. What are they going to do, ground me? I'd be back before you knew it.'
Honey Bee cleared patted Coconut's back. 'Don't worry, she's all talk. Sandy, stop grouching and come get some food with me. Lucky, you coming?'
'Sure.' Lucky Gem folded her magazine and stood up. 'Coconut?'
Coconut glanced at Star Swift. She was hungry, but she got the feeling she shouldn't leave her alone. 'Uh, can you just get me a sandwich? Daffodil and Dewgrass? Oh, and get one for Star Swift too.'
Lucky Gem smiled. 'Sure.'
Sandy reluctantly headed off with the other two. The door squeaked furiously, then slammed shut.
For the next few seconds, you could hear a pin drop. Then, Star Swift punctuated the silence.
'Thanks.'
Coconut turned to her. 'What for?'
'You know. For remembering I was here. I didn't think you'd do that.'
'Of course I would. We're best friends.'
'It doesn't feel like it. I'm always here in the corner, while you're off with everypony else.'
'So come sit with us.'
Star Swift didn't respond. Instead, she fiddled with the sleeve of one of her books, then switched topic. 'Is Lucky Gem still worried about me?'
'Yeah. You know, she wouldn't be so worried if you made more friends.'
'Everypony else makes it look easy.'
'You make it look easy! Look at all the attention you got when you got your cutie mark!'
Star Swift grimaced. 'They weren't interested in making friends. They were just interested in me because of my mark. Or because they wanted me to do their homework for them. Everypony's out to get something.'
Star Swift had a look in her eyes Coconut hadn't seen before. She looked lost, wandering, not the calm and passive look she almost always wore. Suddenly, she choked, stuffed her head in her hooves, and began to sob.
After she had gotten over the initial shock, Coconut rushed over, awkwardly patting Star Swift's mane. At a loss for words, they simply sat there in near silence for several minutes, before Star Swift began to speak.
'C-c-coconut...'
'Star?'
'C-c-coconut...'
Star Swift shook a few more times, then pulled herself up. Her face was matted with tears, her mane frizzled and her eyes bloodshot.
'I-I'm sorry. F-f-for that.'
Coconut pulled her close. 'No apologies. What's wrong?'
Star Swift nodded. 'It's just - I know we're not going to be here forever...*hic*...and I don't know... I don't know how I'm going to go on, when y-you're, when you're not here...'
Sensing Star Swift was about to collapse a second time, Coconut jumped in. 'I'm always going to be here. Always.'
Star Swift said nothing, just shook her head. 'I am.'
Again, Star Swift was silent. Coconut gave a defeated sigh. 'Do you want to talk to one of the sisters?'
That spurred a reaction. 'NO!' Star Swift's outburst was so sudden, so violent, that Coconut collapsed backwards. Scrambling to her feet, she saw Star Swift's face contorted with anguish. 'They'd just use it as an excuse. Try to convince me I should join them.'
As much as Coconut hated to admit it, Star Swift was probably right. The order could be downright predatory when it came to recruitment, and would associate any kind of mental problem with 'faithlessness'.
Embers of fire burned in Star Swift's eyes. 'I'm never going to be one of them. Never.'
The rest of the day was uneventful. Class, more chores, astronomy practice. Morality lectures to end the day. At the end of the day, like every day, Coconut met with her friends underneath the Grandfather Oak, a tree that had grown at the orphanage for nearly a hundred years.
Honey Bee and Lucky Gem were both there, deep in discussion. Star Swift was, as usual, reading, though she was clearly keeping close tabs on the conversation. Seeing Coconut, Honey Bee waved her over. She did not look like her usual, carefree self - instead, she looked worried, almost scared.
'Coco, come here.'
Coconut picked up the pace, trotting over to join the group. 'What's wrong?'
'Sandy's left.'
Coconut did a double take - surely, she had misheard? 'Excuse me?'
'She left. She left a note, too.' Honey Bee shoved a hastily-scribbled message under Coconut's nose. The letter was short and smudged in places, but there was no mistaking the sharp, bold hoofwriting.
Have left for Ponyville. Will be back by two. Wait for me under Grandfather Oak. DON'T FOLLOW ME.
- Sandy
Honey Bee screwed up the letter and threw it aside. 'Crazy, right?'
The residual shock that Sandy had actually gone hadn't quite left Coconut. Sure, Sandy talked about leaving or running away a lot, but the idea she would actually be so stupid as to do it...
Lucky Gem spoke up. 'What are we going to do? I mean, if she doesn't come back?'
'We go looking for her' Honey Bee responded.
'At two in the morning?'
'You'd abandon your friend just because it was early in the morning?'
Lucky Gem opened her mouth, then closed it. Honey Bee, sensing victory, turned to face Coconut. 'Agreed? If she's not back by two, we go looking for her.'
Coconut nodded. 'Where do we look?'
'Everywhere. Ponyville's not huge, it couldn't be that hard to find her.'
'What if...' Lucky Gem seemed hesitant to voice her next complaint. 'What if somepony's taken her?'
Honey Bee snorted. 'You've been reading too many magazines.'
'I have not!' Lucky Gem flushed crimson. 'I'm just saying, there's an awful lot of weirdos up this time of night. And Sandy's on her own...'
After a moment of silence, Honey Bee nodded. 'You know what, you're right.'
'You don't need to sound so happy about it!'
'Which is why,' Honey Bee continued, 'We're leaving now.'
'Now?!'
'Yes.'
'No.'
'Yes.'
'No.'
'Anypony there?'
'No.'
Inevitably, Lucky Gem had been lost the battle of wills. Instead of following them, she had agreed to wait in their dorm to explain the other three's absence for as long as possible.
'So, what was your plan for getting out of here?' Coconut whispered.
'Wait until nopony's looking, then we run out the front gate.' Honey Bee replied.
Brilliant.
'I kind of assumed you would have a more refined plan than that.'
'Well, you assumed wrong. GO!'
With no warning, Honey Bee bolted for the front gate. Coconut swore, and began to chase after her, Star Swift in close pursuit. Within a matter of seconds, they were out.
Coconut was out. Of course, she had been out before, but this was the first time she had been permitted to leave the orphanage on her own, with none of the Sisters in tow. She supposed this was meant to be a liberating experience, but the looming burden of the task at hand kept her from feeling too sentimental.
After nearly ten minutes of running, the trio slowed and stopped. They had come to a stop outside a small convenience store. The store shelves were stuffed with all manners of food, in greater variety and colour than Coconut had ever seen. Then again, she lived in an orphanage.
Honey Bee, meanwhile, was rooting through a sack she had bought with her. Suddenly, she stopped, and triumphantly produced a map of Ponyville. 'Gotcha.'
'Where'd you get that?'
'Library.' Honey Bee ran her hoof over the map, before tapping it. 'She's probably somewhere in the entertainment area of Ponyville. We should start around there, then just move around. Agreed?'
'Sure.' Coconut was busy scanning the map for places that might interest Sandy. 'What if she skipped town?'
'She said she was going to be back by two.'
'She might have changed her mind.'
Honey Bee looked troubled. 'We'll worry about that when - if it happens. Okay?'
Coconut said nothing, so Honey Bee continued. 'Right. Let's go.'
As somepony whose experience of the outside world at night was limited to the skyline visible from her window, Coconut found Ponyville at night breath-taking. Doors, windows and signs were made from a strange, glass-like material that seemed to glow in the darkness, and ponies all around her were laughing, joking and drinking in a manner she had never seen. Meals at the orphanage were a quiet affair - ponies ate, washed up and left. Even occasions like Hearth's Warming were relatively sombre affairs, compared to this.
When she was finally able to drag her eyes from the sights of Ponyville for a few minutes, Coconut sided over to Star Swift. Unsure of how to break the ice, she decided to just go for it.
'Star?'
Star Swift jumped, as if waking from a daydream. 'Yes?'
'Do... do you want to talk about earlier?'
Star Swift looked away, shaking her head.
'You're sure?'
Star Swift said nothing, just continued to look away. 'Please?' Again, Star Swift said nothing.
'Look, it's okay if you're embarrassed, I just think-'
Before she could finish, Star Swift picked up speed, trotting ahead of her. Coconut made to chase after her, but stopped before she had even begun. Maybe Star Swift needed time.
'Coco?'
Coconut felt a hoof drape around her neck. Honey Bee gave her a supportive smile. 'Just watched you crash and burn there.'
Coconut cringed. Honey Bee continued. 'Is she all right? It's just, y'know, you two are always so close.'
'Sure.' Coconut had no particular reason to hide anything - but for some reason, this wasn't something she wanted to share with anypony else. Honey Dew looked unsure, but didn't push the matter any further.
The next ten minutes passed without incident. Then-
'Over there!'
Honey Bee pointed in the direction of a coffee shop. Sandy was sitting in the front, looking uncomfortable, with two other ponies they Coconut had never seen before.
The two new ponies - a mare and a stallion - stood out like a sore thumb, even amongst the colourful ponies that crowded the shop. Both of them sported matching cutie marks, small black circles with no other distinctive features. Their heads were shaved, and both seemed to move in union.
Before Coconut could react, Honey Bee stormed over and slammed her hooves into the table, causing Sandy to jump. When she saw who had accosted her, her jaw dropped.
'Honey Bee?'
'What. In. Tartaru-'
'I was waiting for you!' Sandy's uncharacteristic friendliness caught Honey Bee off guard. Instead of continuing her rant, Honey Bee allowed herself to be dragged away. The two ponies watched them leave passively.
'Thank Celestia.' Sandy muttered. Turning to Coconut, she smiled. 'Sorry, I just couldn't wait to get away from those creeps.'
'Why?'
'They're just... weird. I don't know.'
Honey Bee stumbled to her hooves. 'That's not the issue here! What were you think-'
'Honey Bee.' Sandy spoke with something of an edge in her voice. 'Later. Right now, we need to go back. I was wrong; this place blows.'
Honey Bee opened her mouth to retort, but stopped before she had even begun. Instead, she hung her head and nodded. 'Fine. We can do this later.'
A cry from the coffee shop broke up the discussion. The two ponies who had sat opposite to Sandy had sprung to action, and were shaking, staring in their direction as if they had seen a ghost. The stallion raised a trembling hoof, and pointed it directly at Coconut.
'THEIA!'
Coconut, realizing she was suddenly the centre of attention, took a step backwards. As she did, the stallion took one step forwards when, suddenly, his eyes rolled up in his head, and he collapsed on the spot, followed shortly by the mare beside him. Coconut observed this scene in utter confusion. What?
Honey Bee was the first to recover. Wasting no time, she grabbed hold of Coconut and, signalling frantically to Sandy and Star Swift to follow, bolted round the next corner and out of sight.
Whether from shock or simple tiredness, nopony spoke on the way back to the orphanage. As they approached, Coconut felt all eyes fall on her.
'I don't know who they were, okay?'
'You're sure?' Honey Bee responded.
'YES I'M SURE! Ask Sandy, she probably knows them better than me!'
Their gazes turned to Sandy, who shook her head. 'I don't know. I was having a crappy time, so I thought I'd go buy a coffee. Next thing I know, they're sitting down and talking to me, just about random stuff. I kind of felt like I was being buttered up for something - not that they asked for anything from me.'
Honey Bee spoke up again. 'I'm kind of more concerned about you, Sandy. I mean, you leave for less than an hour minutes and you're already looking to get abducted by-'
Honey Bee's rant was cut short by her walking into somepony. Backing up, she raised her head, already fearing the worst. In front of her stood Sister Blossom, her normally amicable expression twisted into a guise of rage.
