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    Companionship was truly a powerful thing.  Both Lightning Dust and Sunshower Raindrops would no doubt remember and cherish this moment together for the rest of their lives, forever imprinted on their hearts as it was.  Unfortunately, it was slightly marred by the sight of the Sun’s descent towards its cradle beneath the horizon, signaling to Raindrops her overdue departure from Cloudsdale and prompting her to hurriedly throw on her saddlebags.    “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!”    “Raindrops.”    “I’m so sorry, Lightning!  I know I just said I’d stick

    The arrow of time was a constant, but neither of the two mares were aware of exactly how long they stayed locked in their embrace.  Lightning was no longer outright sobbing, but she still clutched onto Raindrops like a newborn foal, shuddering and hiccupping the last of her sorrows away.  Meanwhile, Raindrops continued to gently cradle Lightning and had unconsciously taken to softly humming an old lullaby, recalling times from her childhood when her mother would do the same thing for her when she was upset.    That was their whole world now, their bastion against the cruelty of reality, but neither of them minded.  An eternity or two co

   “I don’t know if it makes you feel any better, but I didn’t make it into the Wonderbolts, either.”  After all that she went through, Raindrops sincerely did not know what compelled her to stay and keep talking.  It went directly against her rational mind screaming at her to abandon ship, but strangely at the moment she felt that she wanted—no, needed—to go against her better judgment.    In the corner of her vision, though, Raindrops saw Lightning’s drooped ears twitch a little.  She had her attention!  Before Raindrops lost this precious opportunity, she continued talking, for better or for wors

    At this moment in time, the little cloud bench found itself accommodating a grand total of two occupants.  Whereas one of them remained stoic and laid-back, the other fretfully fidgeted in place.  However, the two had not exchanged another word in over ten minutes.    It seemed that Raindrops had yet to fully recuperate from her earlier ordeal.  She personally considered it phenomenal that she had not fainted thus far.  Furthermore, she had opted to avert eye contact with the pony beside her.  Conversely, Lightning no longer seemed all that keen on being forced to share her bench with a stranger.    It was awkward, to say the least.

    Another moment of deliberating allowed Raindrops to finalize her strategy.  It was foolproof, and she would be talking to Lightning Dust, no problem!  Perhaps they would find some sort of common ground.  Raindrops did not want to get her hopes up, but there was even the chance that she would make a friend out of her, as well!    Or maybe Lightning would just call her a weirdo and fly away.    At least I tried, in that case, Raindrops deadpanned sardonically to herself.    Shaking such pessimistic thoughts away, Raindrops hurriedly glanced to make sure that Lightning had not moved.  Lo and behold, she was still sitting on that bench

    It was curious how sorrow could make ten minutes seem like ten lifetimes.  That was precisely how Raindrops felt.    Born Sunshower Raindrops, she was a rather average pegasus mare, young and unassuming-looking, with a coat of pale jasmine, a loose, light cyan mane, and a cutie mark matching her name.  She was a cute little thing, sweet and demure in personality, if rather shy.  However, her normally pleasant appearance was marred by her sullen expression and the gloomy aura that she projected.    Goodbyes were never easy, after all.    The obliviously cheerful afternoon Sun beating down on her, Raindrops slowly made her way down a

    Raindrops couldn’t sleep.    She just laid in bed.    She stared at a stream of moonlight, shining through curtained windows.    This went on for a few minutes.    She looked away once she got bored.    Raindrops sighed.    She was bored.    She turned on her side.    Her bedroom was sparsely decorated.    The wall she was facing was bare.    There wasn’t really anything interesting to look at.    She got bored again.    She decided to lie on her belly.    Another few minutes passed.    It actually wasn’t that comfortable.    She turned and laid on her back again.    She ruffled her wings

    Daybreak over Ponyville was gloomy at best.  Celestia’s Sun was hardly able to break through the thick cloud cover that hung dismally over the quiet town, a remnant—a reminder—of yesterday’s tragedy.  A lonely wind sang its keening song through the valley, rustling the browning trees, victims of the impending winter.  The streets remained empty, devoid of life, for the citizens of Ponyville had yet to free themselves from the clutches of last night’s sleep… except for one individual.  Contrasting rather starkly against the ashen sky was a rainbow contrail that darted from cloud to cloud, almost reminisc

    Flitter did not know when she had stopped breathing.    It was as if the whole world stopped for her at that very moment—and it might as well did, if she had heard correctly.  She hoped to the Goddess above that she had not, but she had to be sure.  Regaining her breath, but just barely, Flitter whispered, “What?”    It was barely audible, yet it echoed through the still air, a single, simple word laced with the dread and forlorn hope of the pony that uttered it.    Rainbow Dash sighed, not out of exasperation, but something more akin to weariness.  For the first time in her career, she cursed being captain of Pony

    Spitfire sighed.    The day was a lovely, tranquil one, the idyllic visualization of a lazy afternoon.  The shining Sun beamed down from its throne in the heavens above, while the endless sky guarding it was a constant, soothing shade of light blue.  The shimmering image of the grand pegasus city of Cloudsdale was faintly visible in the distant horizon, but a few cumulus clouds remained completely indifferent as they lazily floated on by.  Atop one of these small, puffy masses rested the lithe pegasus mare, her brilliant golden coat and burning orange mane and tail contrasting sharply with the marshmallow-white surrounding her.    Spi