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Post by Clover on Aug 28, 2011 19:34:19 GMT -5
"I don't see why you didn't just get a blanket."
"Always so practical, dear." The pegasus mare smiled at her husband, then turned to smile at the bundle in front of her. "One of the greatest things in life is the ability to look back to better times. When the mind has trouble doing this unaided, you give it something physical, to follow back like a thread."
The stallion stood by her side, taking his own peek at the pile of green fabric. It was practically overflowing from the sides of the basket, one striped end hanging exactly to the floor like an abstract ladder. "I doubt it'll last til she starts school." If she starts school, he added grimly to himself. As if scrambling to disprove his thoughts, a nose broke through the folds of the blanket-wrapped garment, followed by an eye. There was a cough, followed by a smile.
The stallion nudged the scarf back up onto Clover's face, leaving only a strip uncovered. Two dots of bright green looked up to greet him. "Though... it does match her eyes."
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Post by Clover on Aug 28, 2011 20:22:07 GMT -5
The Scarf was soaked. So was Clover.
First it had rained, then it had poured, and then it had hailed. Her plants couldn't take this, and she was pretty sure her special talent wasn't carpentry. Without a shelter to protect them, she had no choice but to stop it at the source... and that's exactly what she'd been doing, for the last hour. She was flying, though she never flew. She was pushing clouds, though she'd forgotten what they felt like. She had never been taught how to push clouds, she had only walked on them. Any other pegasus could have done the job twenty times better... but it was her fight. She had to do this, it was the most important thing in the world. It was what she did.
A spotlight was formed in the sky that day, though nopony was crazy enough to go outside and see what has caused it, or what the shape in the center was. It looked sort of like a pony... a pony stretched out across a hole in the sky, which shone down on a sole patch of clovers.
In the morning, the clovers were fine. Clover was not.
It took days for her to recover. It was slow and hard, especially at first - the scarf took quite a while to dry, but she wouldn't take it off. She was happy, though, happier than she'd been in a long time. She didn't know why she hadn't realized it sooner - perhaps because it was so strange for a pegasus? She didn't care about that sort of thing anymore. Bright and bold in her wet coat, a four leafed clover could now be seen. She liked to think it was one of the ones she saved, rewarding her - loving her back in the only way it could.
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