Hearts and Hooves and Jitters
Hearts and Hooves Day. Again.
Fluttershy took a drink of water, hoping to calm herself down. Her heart was aflutter; not in excitement for this sentimental holiday, but in anxiety.
She turned back to the mirror, set up in the corner of her bedroom. Trembling, nervous eyes looked back.
Hate was a strong, mean word, and one she tried her best to never use, but she really, really, really disliked this holiday.
"Come on, Fluttershy," she coaxed, a stammer fighting to break into her timid voice. "You can do this. Y-you can do this."
Many ponies followed this very same routine today, goading up their courage. Where they were doing so to confes