Frozen Soul

  Frostbite and Cloudchaser locked eyes for several moments. Frostbite took a deep breath while Cloudchaser walked over towards him. Cloudchaser stood by Frostbite while he tried to think of a sincere apology.

  “Look, I’m sorry for what happened at the party, alright? I’m just not much of a talker. I’m not used to being in a conversation,” Frostbite said, unable to look at her eyes. Cloudchaser let what Frostbite just said sink in before replying.

  “It’s okay, I didn’t know. But you have friends here that can help you out.”

  “They’re not exactly friends,” Frostbite replied as he turned his head away. Cloudchaser stood in silence for several seconds.

  Rainbow Dash flew over to where the two were and said, “What are you talking about, we’re your friends, right?”

  “I never really had a friend, and any friend I had, they would either turn their back on me or be taken from me,” Frostbite said, still looking into empty space. Rainbow Dash was taken back from his statement.

  “Well, how were we supposed to know? You never told us,” Rainbow Dash said sounding actually sympathetic.

  “You didn’t need to know about it.”

  The other mares watched as Rainbow Dash thought about what Frostbite just said. Twilight looked over at Frostbite who bore an expression void of any emotion.

  “Frostbite, we’ll be happy to help you, but only if you let us,” Twilight stated.

  Frostbite looked over at Twilight. “You’re being honest here?”

  “Yes.”

  Frostbite replied with a smile, a true smile.

  Cloudchaser was glad to see that Frostbite wasn’t completely shut in anymore, but she wondered what her friends think of him after the incident at the party. “Hey, Frostbite, I don’t know what my friends think of you right now, but I don’t think they want me to be hanging around with you if they think you’re heartless.”

  “I don’t think they really liked me in the first place,” Frostbite replied, losing the good mood he had several seconds ago.

  “Can you at least get on good terms with them after you’re better?”

  “I’ll try.”

  “Thanks,” Cloudchaser said as she left the room.

  “Well, at least you apologized,” Twilight said. Soon, the six left, leaving Frostbite alone. He then relaxed and closed his eyes to sleep.

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  Cloudchaser flew over to where Thunderlane and Flitter were having lunch. Both were talking when Cloudchaser landed next to them.

  “Hey guys, what’s up?” Cloudchaser asked.

  “Nothing much,” Flitter responded.

  “Hey, you heard what happened to Frostbite?”

  “No,” Flitter and Thunderlane said simultaneously.

  “Well,” Cloudchaser said hesitantly, “They say he was attacked by Timberwolves and then was pushed off a cliff, he was unconscious and bleeding when they found him.”

  “Seriously?” Thunderlane asked, surprised.

  “Yeah, I wonder what he was doing in the Everfree Forest in the first place.”

  “He did seem in a hurry.”

  “Well, I did kind of made it awkward for him,” Cloudchaser admitted, rubbing the back of her head.

  “It did seem that way,” Flitter commented.

  “Anyways, I talked to him today, he said that he wasn’t a kind of pony to talk. And he also said that he didn’t really have any friends where he came from. He really does seem lonely,” Cloudchaser said, feeling sorry for Frostbite.

  “No wonder he’s a shut in,” Flitter said.

  The three began talking about what was happening in Cloudsdale to pass the time. After several minutes, they headed towards the hospital to see Frostbite. After checking in, they headed towards Frostbite’s room.

  Frostbite cracked open his eyes when he heard the door opening. He saw that Cloudchaser had returned with Flitter and Thunderlane.

  “Hey Frostbite,” Cloudchaser greeted as she walked along Frostbite’s bed.

  “Hey.”

  Flitter looked at the bandages and said, “How did you not break any bones when you fell?”

  “I hit some rocks on the way down, if memory serves me right,” Frostbite replied casually.

  “You’re saying it like it’s not a big deal,” Thunderlane commented.

  “Well, it’s not like I haven’t fallen from high places before.”

  “Where did you live before you came here?”

  “I don’t usually stay in one place, I travel.”

  “Talk about traveling lightly, I saw you carrying your things when you were going to the library.”

  “You’d be surprised by how much extra people carry around,” Frostbite said, chuckling.

  “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

  Just then, a nurse came in and said, “Visiting hours are over.”

  “Well, we’ll be going now,” Thunderlane said, then he whispered to Frostbite, “Treat Cloudchaser nicely.”

  “You ponies still on that?”

  “I said visiting hours are over,” the nurse said sternly.

  “All right,” Thunderlane said as he and the two mares followed. The three left Ponyville Hospital and headed for town square, just for Cloudchaser to turn and fly towards Rarity’s boutique.

  “I just need to go check on something,” she told them.

  “What? Your wedding dress?” Flitter asked obnoxiously, as she and Thunderlane burst out with laughter.

  “Cut it already, will ya?”

  “All right,” Flitter replied, trying to hold down her laughter. Cloudchaser simply turned and continued towards the boutique. After entering the shop, Cloudchaser walked to where Rarity was making designs for a new dress.

  “Hey, Rarity?”

  Rarity looked up from her work before taking off her glasses, “Oh, hello Cloudchaser.”

  “You wouldn’t happen to have Frostbites clothes, do you?”

  “Why, yes I do. I planned on cleaning them for him, since he doesn’t want any new kind of clothing.”

  “Well, I don’t see him as the kind of stallion to where ties and all,” Cloudchaser said, admittedly.

  “Well, what do you expect with that attitude of his?”

  “I guess not.”

  “Although I could make something for him when he’s at a formal event,” Rarity suggested.

  “You think he’ll like it?”

  “Oh, who wouldn’t?”

  Cloudchaser simply rolled her eyes.

  “Oh well, back to work,” Rarity said as she placed her glasses back on her muzzle.

  “Alright, see ya,” Cloudchaser said as she left the shop. She started thinking of what Frostbite meant when he said that some of his friends were taken from him. She then began to think of what his life had been like. Had he been neglected? Had he been living a homeless life? The thoughts swirled around Cloudchaser’s head as she flew home.