Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2014 21:54:48 GMT -6
This date had long been a blight on her calendar, one she had dreaded as it approached. She had awoken with a strange calm, an acceptance. She had known it wouldn't last long. Her aversion to others wasn't casual, it was ingrained. No one was allowed into her inner circle. But as much as she had trouble with other ponies in practice, in theory, she had a bit of a philanthropist's streak. When the charity organization had reached out to her through the university, she had begrudgingly obliged.
Not one month back, a charity raffle had promised a number of prizes. One of these prizes: A day with Daring Do. Part of her had hoped no one would pick it. A solid portion of the population didn't believe she was an actual pony. Plus, who would want to spend a day with someone they didn't know? Wasn't that really risky? Yet somepony had won and called her bet. Had things gone as she believed they would, they would have been sorely disappointed. She didn't defy death every day and never with a partner.
But a scrap of paper had changed everything.
The letter had no signature block. It referenced no shared past nor experiences, but still she knew who had sent it. No doubt that it had been sent to her with purpose and not by mistake or circumstance, a purpose irrelevant to today's docket. Its humble resting place had made it seem like an offer left by a part time worker for some restaurant or public servant. Despite its circular contents and strange references, it clearly was not such a frivolous document.
She continued to read it over as she stood at the prearranged meeting place, forgetting altogether why she was there as she continued to find clues within the text. This was a doozy.
Not one month back, a charity raffle had promised a number of prizes. One of these prizes: A day with Daring Do. Part of her had hoped no one would pick it. A solid portion of the population didn't believe she was an actual pony. Plus, who would want to spend a day with someone they didn't know? Wasn't that really risky? Yet somepony had won and called her bet. Had things gone as she believed they would, they would have been sorely disappointed. She didn't defy death every day and never with a partner.
But a scrap of paper had changed everything.
The letter had no signature block. It referenced no shared past nor experiences, but still she knew who had sent it. No doubt that it had been sent to her with purpose and not by mistake or circumstance, a purpose irrelevant to today's docket. Its humble resting place had made it seem like an offer left by a part time worker for some restaurant or public servant. Despite its circular contents and strange references, it clearly was not such a frivolous document.
She continued to read it over as she stood at the prearranged meeting place, forgetting altogether why she was there as she continued to find clues within the text. This was a doozy.