This post has been created by Doctor Sewn Breath, as Model Slip is… busy.
It was the first thing he did. He didn’t ask if he was alright, or what Princess Luna was doing in the room –though he did nod to her respectfully, much to my thankfulness. No, the first thing he did was storm Canvas’ room.
I don’t think I was the only one in the room who was taken aback when he pulled the door open without pause; I admit I hadn’t even taken the time to think that the door might be unlocked. The smell of a pony that had not bothered to bathe for a week met our noses and I whisked away what I could with my magic in the hopes that Princess Luna wasn’t too offended. I whispered reassurances that Canvas wasn’t normally like this, but she’d denied my presence in her room and thusly I could not help her bathe.
It’s only now that I write this that I realize how much I missed bathing her; has she really become so much like a daughter to me?
I suppose so.
I should start a journal of my own up sometime, it might help me to sort this stuff out for myself and it would free up Model’s from my ramblings.
Still, he strode into the room and simply sat in front of where she sat on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He later told me that while he was in the mainframe and was able to use its processing power, he realized where we’d made the mistake with her that caused her to lash out; we’d been forward. We’d pushed against her asking about things she didn’t yet understand herself, and like a frightened and cornered animal she’d lashed out.
This time, we let her make the first move. To come to us. It was our fault, and this was our apology, to give her the choice between being alone or to come back to us.
She only stared back at him, as if questioning if he were real or not; she could clearly recognize his face, we’d made no alterations to that. Her remaining forehoof reached out and pushed against him to verify that he was real. It was now that I glanced at her other foreleg, noticing that she’d removed the bandages and left the wound open to the air. It’d scabbed over and was in clear need of cleaning; she must’ve made an attempt to do it herself, but without the numbing spell I use…
That would explain the muffled yelling I heard yesterday; I cannot imagine the pain that must’ve caused her. The cracks on her exoskeleton, which you can probably see, are something that I caused when I first tried to clean her wound without the aid of Doctor Whiterobe. I’ve since become better at it, and the cracks had mostly healed; but she seems to have reopened them with her attempt.
Still, after she was sure that he was real she just… broke down and threw herself against him. She blubbed some words that I couldn’t understand, and he only wrapped his hooves around her as she wept, a relieved smile on his face.
He said three little words which caused her to cry harder and brought even the Princess to tears;
“I forgive you.”
I love this blog/story. So much.
This… this is my favourite smile that young miss Canvas has given. It’s so… genuine.
Let me explain;
As of two PM, Friday the Second of May, the Changeling Hive under the command of Queen Chrysalis was officially classed as defeated. Her hive all but surrendered after usurping the throne of…
|—||Zearou “Blackheart” the Changeling (via zearoupon3)|
"Even if that’s what you see, please don’t let your vision consume you.
There is so much more ways to see; don’t chain yourself to that one.
After all, eyes do not necessarily depict truth, nor does the belief that the eyes give you. “
this comic is garbage
Guardian of the Night.