Dream Gel - Personal Revelations:

I had just enjoyed my breakfast, as I hear the sounds of hooves clopping against the floor. What was that? Another pony at the hospital?

Either way, I greeted the sounds as a promise. Something new, possibly even a friend, for the few days I expected to stay here at the hospital.

Apparently, this isn't just a new day like any other. It is my first chance to make a friend with another Pony, just like myself. It is what I saw before me, even if I had no idea as to who she was, or how her personality would be like. Just as I had no idea as to why she was here or how she was doing.

All I could see is a chance to meet a new Pony. From the sounds of it, she was bound to be well enough to talk to.

Since I had finished the meal, I ended up following the sound of hooves out of the building and out on the grasses on the back of the building, away from the road and openly public view. In the interest of making a good first impression I trotted slowly without trying to be either quiet or loudly announce my presence as I followed the Pony soon proving to be another fillie, just like myself.

Once I got my eyes on the fillie I had heard and consequently followed out I noticed her tan coat and her tail and mane in open tails, though green purple and red colours, almost like a limited rainbow.

She had not been trotting off all that fast, but now she was clearly slowing down, not that she sounded winded in the least. I concluded that the trot still had been good for her, just as the quiet privacy out of the view from people or prying eyes. I know I felt the same way. Even if I am comfortable with who and what I had proven to be all along, I may not particularly enjoy people or others staring at me. Maybe it is in part an equine thing, even if it wasn't exactly new to me.

She had been the first Pony I had seen or had the chance to follow, so I felt a bit of uncertainty in how to proceed, thus slowed down in order not to catch up too suddenly. From my own experience, I knew she was bound to have seen me approaching by now.

At this close a range, I noticed that she was looking reserved, uncertain and on the confused side. I just did not know why, maybe she could explain if I had the chance to ask her. Something made me want to know who she was and what had gotten her to the hospital in the first place.

Just a short distance from her, I moved to the right before I finally got close enough to have a good look at her. As I was about to overtake her, I turned towards her slowly and half by half faced her, looking at her. Then I stop on a distance that I hoped was just right to make her feel safe, I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or threatened by me in any way.

“Hi, I am Lemon Drop, but call me Lemon!” I introduced myself in what I hoped she would see as a friendly greeting.

“Hi, Lemon. I am Clover Dusk, but call me Clover!” she responded.

“Nice to see you, Clover. Hope you had a good breakfast.

“Breakfast was okay, I can't complain. Then I just felt the need to get out of there and get some fresh grasses under my hooves and a breeze in my mane. Too much people and too little space indoors for me!” Clover responded.

“I think it is the best part of the day. Not just because they are not running any tests on me, but are serving on me. I ate like a horse, if you see what I mean!” I responded.

“Oh yeah, the tests. I never was fond of them either. I guess they are required in order for them to manage to help me, or us. I think it is what they told me when I came here. The day my parents signed me in, that is!” Clover pointed out.

“They are probably right, to a point. Just that it feels as if they would be done with all these endless tests. I know they had to repeat a few tests the first day. They claimed that they had to confirm the results or something like that. After that, they had to make new tests in order to monitor my progress and stuff like that. No wonder people hate or fear hospitals!” I concluded.

“I didn't like hospitals before I came here and I don't like them one bit more now than I did before!” she pointed out.

“The constant tests suck, but at least the food is good. Oh and the park behind the hospital seems to be fine as well, I realised. Even if that was first after I came here and changed!” I pointed out.

“I guess you are right, the food is the one excuse for staying her and not go out of my mind completely. The poor excuse for food they had at school and I guess it isn't that bad to have an excuse not to be in class either!” she responded.

“I guess I never could be comfortable at school, where I came from, but I wasn't comfortable in myself as the little girl I was at the time. That is why I came here in the first place. At least I am happier as a little fillie, than I was as a little girl!” I pondered.

“Guess I felt the same, back at school. Just that it doesn't quite feel like me, now either to me. I can't go back, but where should I go from here?” she reasoned.

“At least I know why I came here and what was wrong. I feel better, but where we are to move on from here is a very different story. Maybe their tests could help us move on?” I suggested.

“You are a very lucky Pony. Everything is confusing me. They refuse to make sense out of things here, not that it made all that much sense at school either, though. Right now, I just want out of here, I think!” she responded.

“Yeah, I am. Though I feel cooped up indoors, I feel a need to move. Maybe you would enjoy to have a good trot around with me?” I offered.

“That sounds about right!” she responded and slowly started to move forwards and managed to get into a slow trot.

“That feels better!” I declared.

“Yeah, it does!” she put forth.