You were just living a normal life until you were evicted from your home. Now you must survive in a war-torn city.
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2016-02-02 01:59:31 No. 26331136
>>26331082
well you remember what he looks like right? There can't be that many stallions that look like him so he should be easy to find.

2016-02-02 02:24:55 No. 26331413
>>26331136
"You still remember how does he look like, right?" asked in delicate, soft voice. Or more with something you could describe by these two words with some good will. "There can't be that many stallions who look exactly like him. He should be easy to find, don't worry."
>It looked like your attempt to cheer up the only one pony who you could talk with was moderately successful.
>The pegasus rised her head and glanced at you before lowering it again. You could easily spot tears blinking in the pale electric light, but she did not cry audibly.
>Soon she looked at you again, wiping them with her foreleg.
>"Y-you're right. I don't need his name if I know who he was. Names can be different, appearance stays the same" she sent you a weak smile.
"I'm sure you will find him."
>"Thanks."
>A while passed in silence, before she asked you a shy question.
>"Do you maybe like board games? We could ask those nice ponies caring for us to bring one here."
"Won't they have their own troubles? Tending to all ponies staying here is probably a difficult task" you said, maybe she will not be disappointed if nurses won't be able to help.
>"Usually they do what I tell them, if I will do it nicely and politely. You have to say 'please' and 'thank you' and 'I'm sorry'. Everypony learned these magical words in school or kindergarten and they can do wonders. Like spells, you know? Do you know any funny fairy tale?"
>With each her word she was drifting away from thoughts about her husband, you said to yourself. Which was probably better for her.
"Maybe I can think of something. Say, Splinter, do you like it here?"
>"Here? It's less comfy than back home. They don't have a soft carpet, nor the TV. But I like when they come and ask if I need something, I feel like a princess! Do you like this place?"
>This was the third, if you recall correctly, question asked by her so far. And she was looking at you expectantly.

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