Luckily for everyone, or maybe just luckily for me, I haven’t been allowed to interact with a whole lot of other people in the past before so I miss the hints of disappointment in the scaled mare’s voice when she replies back to me. I mean, don’t get me wrong – for a brief second there she reminds me of my mother – but the moment passes and I don’t connect the disappointment in one voice with the disappointment in another from my pass.
I just focus on her other words. I’m a little sad to hear that no one else has complimented her scales before – it makes me want to go up to everyone she has ever met and ask them why. Didn’t they see how totally cool she looked? Why wouldn’t you want to tell someone that?
It’s my turn to be startled when she gives a small smile and says that she likes all of me. Poor kid, must be a little blind. When she says I’m unlike anything she’s ever seen, I grin a little crooked smile at her. “Well I sure hope so. Could you imagine what this place would look like if there were more than one of me running around?” I lapse into silence for a minute because I am picturing it, and it’s pretty awful.
“Thanks for saying you like it though.” I glance backwards at my self, frowning a little as I do so. There isn’t much for anyone to like, but I suppose she was just being nice. “I’m not a big fan.”
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