>>26330872 >>26330883 >She was humming to herself while you were thinking of any more questions you could ask her. >Getting her name will probably be a proper start. "May I ask your name?" >"Sure! My name is... uhh... ummm..." "You don't remember?" >"Yes, I do! I just need some time. S..., no. Wait, yes. Sp... Splinter. My name is Splinter. And yours?" "Spring" you said and she smiled brightly at you. >"Beautiful name! Together, we're the SS team. You get it? Because both our names star with this letter." >You decided that chuckling would be polite, so you did it, even if her joke was a little childish. >But you had come up with your first question. "What was your home like, Splinter?" you said, wondering if you may met a neighbour by any chance. You helped a lot of ponies around this part of the city when you were here. >Mostly after the shellings. One of which took away Brisk. >"What it was like? Hmmm. I had a soft carpet in my sleeping room. Oh, and there that one stallion living with me, we were engaged and all that. Or maybe married already? Eh, it's not that important I guess. We also had a nice, Arabian styled lamp, and a TV, and cupboard full of board games. I love board games! I wonder where this stallion could be now." "Wasn't he with you?" you asked curiously. He should be if he was her husband. >"I think he was. Like, before I got here. We were even in the same basement, you know?" "Yeah, I know. Do you maybe remember his name?" >After these words she lowered her head. >For the first time you saw her drop her merry attitude towards everything around her. It was a fast mood change. >"No..." she answered quietly, looking at her forelegs. >Her willingness to talk was visibly disappearing.