Applejack's Little Tree

by Lise

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Other, Romance, Tragedy, Applejack
Length: 10459

When a tree spoke to Applejack, it surprised her. When it acted up, she got annoyed. When it told her its secret, Applejack's perception shifted.

When Applejack kicks a certain tree, she doesn't expect it to complain. Trees aren't supposed to do that. They also don't talk back, shout or go into raging fits. One tree, however, does. By doing so, it changes Applejack's life forever.

NOTE: Events take place immediately prior to Twilight's Kingdom (season 4 finale).

Written for the 'Applejack character' prompt by the Hazardous Writing Materials and Challenges group.

Thanks to Noctus Custodi and InsaneFox for prereading and advice.

Special thanks to PheonixStarr for editing.

Published 2015-09-27 18:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-27 18:20:02 UTC

Little Tree

"Ouch!" the tree squeaked. "Stop that!"

Applejack blinked. This had never happened before. Trees were not supposed to complain! They weren't supposed to talk using pony words, either. Cautiously, she put an ear to the trunk. It didn't sound like there were any vermin inside. Just a normal everyday apple tree.

"Now don't you fret, little tree," she said, turning around. "Applejack will just kick 'ya gently to get 'em apples..."

"No!" the tree screamed defiantly. Without warning a cascade of apples poured upon the pony. "No more kicks! If you want these apples, you can have them! Take them and leave me alone!"

“What the hay?!” Applejack ran for cover. Never before had she been yelled at by a tree. No Apple had. Her family prided itself with being in good relations with all plants and trees, especially apples.

What in tarnation is going on? the pony thought, dashing for shelter behind a nearby tree. No sooner had she gone behind, when several apples smashed against the trunk. The situation seemed dead serious.

"Pinkie Pie, is this you joking around?" the pony asked, hopeful. She could stomach a practical joke. Heck, she would even laugh at it. A talking tree, on the other hoof... "Rainbow Dash, are ‘ya up to 'ya monkeyshines again?"

No answer. Cautiously, Applejack peered from behind her hiding spot. The little tree was standing there calmly as if nothing had happened. Fallen apples covered the entire ground around it, forming a perfect ring, most peculiar!

"Well, I'll be..." Applejack didn't know that to think. "Are 'ya alright there, little tree?" she asked. No answer. "Ah'm mighty sorry for... err... kickin' 'ya. Ah’ promise to be gentle and all."

Slowly, dared a step forward. Applejack, 'ya're being silly! she said to herself. Ain't no tree that can frighten 'ya. Why, if 'ya act all polite-like, that tree will be treatin' 'ya proper and all! Another step forward and still no reaction. Either the tree had forgiven her, or the last few minutes had been a figment of her imagination.

"Little tree?" Applejack ventured to the ring of apples. Silence still. If the tree had talked, it definitely wasn't in the mood for it now. Probably this was for the best. The pony decided to gather the fruit, then go back to her daily chores. No point in hanging around. There was a lot of work that needed doing, and wasting time here wasn't helping anypony.

For starters, there were scores of other trees that needed to be de-appled. It was scary thinking what might happen if each of them had an opinion on the matter. Thankfully, the rest of the day passed without any weirdness. The trees didn't seem to care, or if they did they kept their thoughts to themselves. Nonetheless, Applejack was careful when dealing with them, just in case. At one point she even considered wrapping cloth round her hooves.

By evening all the apples in the south side of Sweet Apple Acres had been gathered - a swell job, even by Applejack's standards. In fact, things had gone so well that she had completely forgotten about the talking tree incident. The only thing she could think about was finishing the harvest early. With luck that would mean there could be another before winter. Usually, it was a bad idea to have more than five per season, but the plants had been doing so well, that they seemed like they could handle it. Finishing the last of her chores, Applejack went to bed.

Next morning, the strange little tree made its presence known once more. Unlike the trees around it, its branches were covered in apples, chocolate coloured apples. One cannot help but wonder how that had happened.

"Well now, mornin', little tree," Applejack said tensely as she approached. Nothing to worry about, Applejack. As long as 'ya play nice, there'll be no apples flying at 'ya. "That there be some mighty fine apples, 'ya be having."

At those words the branches rustled a little. Several of the apples pulled up, hiding among the leaves.

"No need to get worried, now," Applejack instinctively took a step back. "Ah ain't gonna take them from 'ya. Just thought they looked fine and that's the honest truth! There are more than enough apples around, so 'ya keep 'em and..."

Before she could finish, a single apple dropped from the tree and rolled towards Applejack, stopping at her hooves. The pony blinked.

"Why, thank 'ya kindly," she said and slowly picked it up. Would be rude to refuse a gift. Although, there was no telling what that apple was. Its colour was all wrong, not natural and all. Still, one bite could hardly hurt her. Casting away her fears, Applejack tried it.

"Hazelnut?" she asked surprised.

"You have something against hazelnuts now?" the tree asked in its squeaky voice. It didn't sound pleased.

"Nope, nothing against 'em," Applejack was quick to explain. "Just that apples usually taste like apples. All ah'm sayin."

"Well these don't!" Came the angry response. And to reinforce the sentiment, all remaining apples hid among the leaves.

"Ain't saying there's anything wrong, just..." Applejack paused. "Ya know, 'ya're one weird little tree."

"I guess." The leaves ruffled a bit, then relaxed. A branch extended towards Applejack, offering an apple.

"How do 'ya do that?" the pony asked. "Ah never seen a tree do that before. Or talk for that matter. Not that I mind. Ah've been talkin' to trees ever since ah was a filly and they've always been silent."

Several more apples dropped to the ground. Not wanting to upset the tree, Applejack picked them up, then placed them in her saddlebags. Celestia knows what she would do with them. Nice as they were, the only use she could think of was as a cooking ingredient or decoration of sorts. Having apples taste like hazelnuts just wasn’t proper.

“Well, ah'll be going," the pony slowly backed away. "Lot's of work expectin' me. You be well now, little tree.”

The tree didn't say anything. Instead it dropped all its apples on the ground as Applejack walked away. As much as the pony hated to admit, she had no idea how to tend to such a plant. It was already established that Little Tree didn't like being kicked. Was that all, though? There was no telling what type of soil it preferred, or how many times it wanted to be watered, or even whether it liked being talked to or not. Come to think of it, Applejack spent quite some time talking to trees, making sure every one of them got the attention it deserved. Was that too much?

Questions kept lingering in her mind. Several times during the day, Applejack went to check on the tree. Each time its branches would be covered in hazelnut apples. And each time they would fall to the ground at the sight of the pony. Applejack couldn't tell how the tree was capable of such a feat, but she could clearly sense one thing—it was sad in the way a plant shouldn't be.

"Err, Little Tree?" She ventured closer.

"What?!" It snapped back. "You want more apples?"

"Ah'm good. Just wanted to wish 'ya a pleasant night, is all."

"Oh..." For a split second it almost seemed as if the branches stirred. "Pleasant night."

Maybe ah'll ask tomorrow Applejack thought. The tree didn't seem in a good mood. Besides it was getting late. She had to clean after dinner, tuck Apple Bloom in bed, check on the animals, then get a full night's sleep to be in shape for the following day. Applebucking season was almost through, and only half of the harvest had been gathered.

Applejack turned around. Barely had she made five steps, when the sound of falling apples filled the air, causing her to freeze in place. Forehoof in the air, she looked over her shoulder. A pile of apples stood by the trunk, arranged in perfect fashion.

"You can have them, you know," the tree offered. "I don't really need them."

"That be might considerate of 'ya and all, but..." Applejack began, but was quickly interrupted.

"Look, either take them or don't!" Branches twisted violently, wrapping around the trunk like a giant umbrella. "Whatever, just leave me alone!"

What in tarnation just happened? Applejack stared, unable of moving a muscle. The tree wasn't making any sense! Even Pinkie Pie would have a difficult time figuring it out! One moment it was all polite, and the next is started shouting and throwing apples for no reason.

"Now, listen here, Little Tree!" Applejack said the same fashion she would scold her sister. "Ah apologize for kickin' 'ya and taking 'ya apples, but if 'ya think 'ya can just shout at me like that, 'ya're a few barrels short of a shed!" She paused. In typical fashion the tree had gone silent, yet again. Why, ah’ ought to leave the apples to rot! Hazelnut apples! Them things are unnatural, and that tree... Applejack snorted loudly. She gathered the apples, of course. No matter her anger, it wasn't proper to leave them, even if they were strange. All the time the tree said nothing.

Fuming, the pony stomped away. Staying a single second more near that insufferable tree would have made her lose her temper, and probably do things she would regret. The further she got from it, however, the more Applejack changed her mind. The initial explosion of rage gone, seemed quite different. Anger become concern, then worry and finally guilt. By dinner time, she considered going to check on the tree again, but her pride wouldn't allow it. The first she dared do so, was the following morning. Coming up with an excuse, Applejack went to the southern part of the orchard. She was expecting the tree to be still in its 'wrapped' state. Instead three towering piles of apples were expecting her, arranged neatly a foot from the trunk. To make things even more bizarre, each pile was different - there were chocolate brown apples, golden brown, and hazel green.

"Wha?" The pony shook her head violently, trying to get rid of the craziness she saw. It didn't work. "So many apples..." she half whispered, gasping at them.

"Hello, Applejack," the tree greeted. It's voice, though still squeaky, was softer than before. "I..." it hesitated. "I wasn't sure what apples you preferred, so I made a few for you to choose from."

"A few?" The pony couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, they are only three types." The tree's branches shuffled slightly. "Care to try?"

After last night's experience, it was a scary prospect. Then again, it couldn't be worse than Pinkie's pastry surprises. Applejack went to the chocolate pile and tried an apple. It was hazely, very much like the ones of last night. Maybe because she had gotten used to them, the flavour didn't seem too bad this time. The blend of apple and hazelnut, although unusual, did bring for an interesting sensation. If there ever was a cookie fruit, this would be it.

The green pile was next. The first bite felt like a smack in the face. A sharp explosion of sourness almost burned her tongue, before giving way to a sweet aftertaste. And, of course, there was still a hint of hazelnuts.

Well, colour me surprised and call me pumpkin! This is almost as good as the sour apples ah used to have as a filly. Maybe ah'll keep 'em away from Apple Bloom. Don't want her to eat too much and get sick and all. Taking a second green apple, Applejack moved to the last pile. If the colour was any indication these were supposed to be the best. The pony took a mighty bite, then froze. Her eyes went wide as blood rushed to her head.

"What the hay?!" She spat out the apple on the ground.

"I fermented them," The tree said innocently. "Thought you liked cider."

"Hay, Little Tree!" Applejack quickly gobbled a green apple. If nothing else, that at least got the burn out of her mouth. "Soft cider! Them there goldens are so strong they could rip the roof off a barn!"

"Oh," the tree sounded disappointed. "I can grow another." Before Applejack's eyes, a blossom appeared on one of the branches, then quickly transformed into a large amber apple. The branch then bent downwards, offering it to the pony.

"How'd 'ya do that?" Applejack blinked. It was darn impressive!

Still slightly hesitant, she bit it down. It tasted of sweet resin mixed with apples and hazelnuts.

"That's quite fine, to be honest," the pony said. "Peculiar, but fine."

"I'll make more after I rest," the tree said, more relieved than happy.

"Hey, now," Applejack moved closer to its trunk. "Ya don't need to make apples all the time. Heck, 'ya've made plenty as it is! Ah just..." she took a deep breath and exhaled. Apologizing didn't come easy. "Ah apologize for last night. Shouldn't have run my mouth. Ya’ were just tryin' to be friendly. And ah do like 'ya apples," she glanced at the pile of golden browns. "Well, most of 'em."

"Thank you, Applejack."

"Nah, don't mention it... hey! How come 'ya know my name?" She stepped back alarmed. "Don't remember introducing mah’self."

"You say your name every time you talk to trees!" Little Tree replied. Was that a chuckle in there? "Sometimes more than once. 'So how 'ya doin', tree? Don't 'ya fret, Applejack will take good care of 'ya.' You practically tell us everything that goes on at Sweet Apple Acres and Ponyville."

"Ah do?" Applejack felt herself blush with embarrassment. The good thing about talking to trees, or so she thought, was that she could share anything and they wouldn't tell a soul. Having a talking tree changed everything. "Well now, 'ya better not believe everything ah say," she laughed uncomfortably. Hay! That came out all wrong. Ah bet ah sound like an idjut.

"Karya," the tree said.

"Say what now?" Applejack arched an eyebrow.

"My name is Karya."

"Ah, that's a nice name. Unusual, but nice. Like yer apples," she started to laugh, but no reaction from the tree followed. Applesticks! Her laughter trailed off. Yesterday had taught her that Little Tree usually went quiet just before a violent outburst. Now was a good time to leave.

"Well, would 'ya look at the time?" The pony carefully started moving away. "Ah'll never get all them apples on the west side if ah don't get a movin'. Ya be well now, 'ya hear?"

"Wait!" the tree shouted. Applejack tensed up. Here we go again. She prepared mentally for what was to come.

"Stay a while..." a sad voice begged. "Just for a bit. I don't want to be alone."

The request was unexpected, but sadly familiar - the plea of someone dreading to be abandoned. Applejack knew the feeling painfully well. She too had made the same plea once, long ago. Hearing it said by another brought back memories of her own past, memories she preferred not to relive. No words of advice or encouragement would be of any use now. being there, though, definitely would. Without hesitation Applejack went to the base of the tree and sat down, leaning against its bark. The branches above stirred.

There was no telling how long Applejack sat there. Judging by the sun, it must have been hours. That would seriously slow down things with the harvest, but right now she didn't care. She was needed by someone, even if it was a tree. Only when the sun reached its zenith, did she consider getting up.

"Little Tree," she whispered. "Little Tree, I really must go."

No reaction. Was the tree sleeping? Was it even possible for trees to sleep? With extreme care, Applejack stood up, then gently tapped the bark of the tree.

"Sleep well, Little Tree," she whispered, then added a tender kiss. "Ah'll be back after my chores are done."

Tiptoeing, she walked away. Only upon reaching the barn did she resume her normal posture. Well that there was mighty strange. Better get back to applebucking before anypony starts askin' questions. No way ah'm tellin’ about all this! In truth she hoped they wouldn't ask. Keeping secrets wasn't Applejack's strongest point. Best not think about it. She ran to the west side of Sweet Apple Acres and started working. After all, there was nothing some good old fashioned work couldn't cure. The more tiring the work, the better, the saying went. Sadly, today, that didn't hold true. As much as she tried, Applejack couldn't keep her mind off the tree. Magic might be common in Equestria, but this defied any explanation. Somepony in her family would have mentioned if they had come across a talking tree. The fact nopony did, meant that Little Tree was the first such case, which meant... Applejack had no idea what it meant!

Evening came quickly. To her great surprise, Applejack had not only managed to catch up with her part of the harvest, but also lent a hoof to Big Macintosh in the northern part of the orchard. She did feel quite exhausted, though. Maybe she had tried a bit too hard not to think about things. Reckon ah'll check on Little Tree and go straight to bed. My hooves sure are killin' me.

There were no new apples on the tree when she arrived. That was reassuring, but at the same time also alarming.

"You alright there, Little Tree?" Applejack approached. "Ah didn't mean to leave 'ya, but..."

"You had work, I know." The tree interrupted her. "I'm not stupid, you know! Also, I heard you when you got up."

"Did 'ya, now?" The pony smiled embarrassed.

"At least you came back." The tree's branches moved ever so slightly.

"Well what did 'ya expect? Ah’ am the most dependable of ponies," Applejack went next to its trunk. "Want me to stay a bit? Mind ah'm plum tuckered out, so won't stay long."

"I'd like that." The tree's branches moved aside, opening like a curtain as the pony came closer.

"Ain't 'ya sweet," Applejack laughed, as she sat on the ground. "Ah'm curious, though. Why didn't 'ya tell I was hurtin' 'ya before now? Ah must've kicked 'ya thousand of times an 'ya never complained."

"Let's talk about something else..."

"Alright then, how about ah’ tell 'ya all the things ah’ did today?"

"Oh, please don’t!" The tree shrieked, but it was the casual friendly shriek, or so Applejack thought.

"Well ah’ do talk about myself a lot," she laughed. "How about..."

"How about we just sit here and not talk about anything?" the tree suggested. "Please?"

Applejack nodded. She understood perfectly. Silence was so much better. It was a beautiful cloudless night, the air was fresh and cool, and above all, it was so quiet one could hear a horseshoe drop a mile away. As she gazed at the stars, Applejack felt a few branches relax upon her shoulders. The experience was unexpected, making her twitch slightly. Sensing that, the branches quickly moved away.

"Don't fret, Little Tree," the pony said seeing its reaction. "Ah’ was just a bit startled, is all."

"Thank you," the tree whispered, but didn't move its branches back.

Just a few more minutes, Applejack. Ya’ don't want to be unkind, do 'ya? Rest a bit, look at the stars with Little Tree. Ya can always go to bed a little later. She closed her eyes, just for a second. The treebark and the ground seemed incredibly soft for some reason. Almost as if someone had taken scores of pillows and put them all around her.

"Yer nice, Little Tree," she 'yawned, eyes still closed. "Ah'll come visit 'ya in the morning."

"Can't you stay? If the night is cold I'll..."

"The night is fine," Applejack forced herself up. "Sleeping under the stars is mighty tempting, but ah’ still need to check on a few things. Harvest is over in a few days and ah’ need to make sure all them apples are gathered and ready for market."

"But you will come visit tomorrow?"

"Sure as geese squawk!" The pony nodded. "Ya’ just enjoy the night, Little Tree, and ah'll be here before ha know it."

"It's Karya!" The tree squeaked. Did its branches just cross annoyed? "Why do you keep calling me 'little tree'?"

"Because ah find it nice?" Applejack replied with absolute sincerity.

"Oh," the tree ruffled its leaves. "We'll have a nice night, then. And... here..."

A new apple formed, this was one was unlike anything Applejack had seen. Not the usual red and green apples she was used to, not the brown hazel ones the tree had given her before - this one shined in a magnificent greenish yellow glow, as if a star had been picked from the sky and transformed into an apple.

"Whoa now!" Applejack could only say.

"Go ahead, take it," the tree offered. "Don't worry, you won't taste hazelnuts in that. Not much, anyway."

"Ah... ah don't know what to say, Little Tree," the pony was still at a lack of words, unable to look away from the glowing apple. "Ah can't eat that. It's all fine and fancy and..."

"If you don't enjoy it while you can, it will only rot away." A note of sadness could be heard. "Just take it! I didn't waste my time gathering firefly lights to have this apple go to waste!"

"You did what, now?" Applejack narrowed her eyes. The thought that there might be fireflies in the apple killed the magic of the moment.

"Just the light, not the actual fireflies!" If the tree could frown it definitely would. "You know what? Don't take it! I dare you!" It pulled the fruit away. "I don't know why I bothered making this in the first place!"

"Ah'm takin' it, ah'm takin' it! Hold 'ya horses, will 'ya?" Applejack grumbled and bit the apple off the branch. She didn't eat it, however, choosing to turn around and start trotting to her house. Little Tree sure could be temperamental. Was still mighty nice of it to grow this for me.

Finishing her evening chores, Applejack put the glowing apple safely away in her room. She did not dare eat it just yet. The thought of it being made of fireflies still made her stomach turn. Best thing she could do now was go to sleep.

Morning came surprisingly quickly, along with the unpleasant dull pain of overworking. Applejack sighed. This hadn't happened to her in a while. Served her right for overexerting herself yesterday. Grumbling, she took a quick shower, brushed her hat clean, prepared breakfast for her family, and dashed outside. No need to eat breakfast herself. There would be plenty of apples expecting her at Little Tree. Or so she thought. When she got there, however, the pony as in for a surprise. Not a single apple was visible on the ground or among the branches. This didn’t seem well one bit.

"Are you alright, Little Tree?" Applejack asked worried. "Did something happen to 'ya?"

"No," came the answer. "No, I am not alright."

Applejack felt the joy get drained from her very being. What could have happened to cause such a drastic change in the tree's behaviour? Everything seemed perfectly fine last night. Quickly, she headed towards the trunk of the tree. Branches moved to block her path.

"I just want to be alone for a while," the tree said.

"If there's anything ah’ could do to help..."

"Just leave me alone!" It shouted, leaves flying off its branches furiously. Applejack moved back in an attempt to avoid some of them, but held her ground. "Please, Applejack. Just..."

For the first time in her life, Applejack saw a tree cry. There were no tears, no sniffling, just the distant echo of sobbing, as green leaves fell to the ground. So very different from a pony, yet with sorrow that could make plants wither. Applejack could literally feel the tree's sadness, as it hit her like a wave. There was a choice she had to make—go and leave the tree to its sorrow, as it had asked, or remain despite its request. Well, Applejack, in times like these there's just one thing 'ya have to do.

"There, now," Applejack moved away a branch with her hoof. "Ah'm here for 'ya."

"Don't!" Without warning several branches grabbed hold of her hoof, then flung her away before the pony could figure out what was going on. "Just stay away!"

Applejack didn't know how to react. The shock of being hurled through the air, even if only a few 'yards, held her tightly. The entire experience had changed from sad to horrifying. It was obvious that the tree was hurting, but it had also become scary. Maybe the best thing was to leave it alone, for a while at least? The pony hesitated.

"Is that what 'ya really want, Little Tree?" Applejack stood up. She was still trembling slightly from the experience.

"I..." Branches twisted as the tree spoke. "Damn you, Applejack! I don't know! I really don't know! I..."

"Well, ah’ ain't leaving," the pony said determined. "Ya might twist your branches, 'ya might throw apples at me, but ah'll be right here!" She sat back on the ground, eyes on the tree.

"Well, fine!" the tree yelled, then went back to crying.

Leaves continued to drop off, floating aimlessly to the ground. The initial wave of sadness ended, followed by a long period of silence. Both tree and pony just stood there, saying nothing. Noon came and passed. The silence continued. Finally, well in the afternoon, the tree spoke.

"Thank you," it whispered at last. Two simple words that summarized everything.

"Ya’ want to talk about it?" Applejack asked. "Ah’ know I talk a lot and all, but ah’m a mighty good listener."

"I know, but I just need a while to think," a single apple formed among the branches then fell to the ground. "You don't need to worry."

"If 'ya say so," the pony looked at the tree skeptically. Little Tree, does sound a might better, but will it remain that way? Maybe best ah’ give it some space for now. And keep an eye. No telling if it won't go all sad-like again and hurt itself.

Hesitantly, Applejack walked away. Every ten minutes, she would find a justification to return—searching for a lost tool, checking on the trees, taking a rest... the excuses were many and varied, yet the reason was always one. There was no telling whether the tree caught on, or even if it noticed. It would always remain still and silent, ignoring words, actions, even the wind.

Evening came. The situation hadn't changed, but neither had Applejack's resolve. Hastily finishing her dinner, she muttered some excuse to Granny Smith, then rushed off. If Little Tree thought it could out-stubborn her, it had another thing coming! Besides, there was more than one way to get someone to react.

"Evening, Little Tree," she approached carrying a full sack of prime fertilizer on her back. Big Macintosh would be quite upset if he found it missing from the barn, but desperate times called for desperate actions. "Brought 'ya something. This here is the best fertilizer in the whole of Equestria. Usually ah’ be savin' it for something special, like getting a tree to Appleloosa. But ah reckon 'ya be pretty special 'yaself."

No reaction.

"Well then, ah'll just be puttin' a bit here," Applejack had no intention of giving up. "Just to let 'ya get a taste, is all."

"Applejack..."

"Of course, if 'ya don't like it, ah'll go get something else."

"Applejack..."

"Maybe some rich soil, or mud. I hear that does wonders for them roots..."

"Applejack!" the tree shouted, causing the pony to stop whatever she was doing and look at it.

"Yes, Little Tree?" Way to go, Applejack! Ya went and scared the poor thing, now!

"There's something I need to tell you," the tree moved its branches to one side. "More than one, actually. You see... look, it's going to be a long conversation, so just come and sit here, ok?"

"Sure," Applejack did as she was asked. The tree's behavior seemed very much normal, only difference being that this time it didn't need any help from Applejack to get mad at her. Relaxing against the bark, the pony waited.

"I am dying," the tree said. Nothing could prepare Applejack for that. She had expected dozens of things, hundreds even; problems that occurred every day at the farm or even in life. Not this, however. How could anypony prepare for a tree saying it was dying? "I have five days left," the tree continued, its voice ringing in the quiet of the night. "Six if you count this night. After that..."

"Now, now, Little Tree," Applejack felt a sudden lack of air, as her heart shrank. Surely this couldn't be true. She wasn't going to lose Little Tree, just now when they had started to understand each other so well. "Don't jump to conclusion, 'ya hear? Ah've been taking care of trees my whole life and ah..."

"I am not a tree! Do you honestly think I just appeared one day in your orchard?"

Applejack didn't say anything. Up to now she had always assumed Little Tree had always been there, planted and grown in the orchard like any other tree. Was this not the case?

"I never should have come here," the tree went on. "I should have remained in the Everfree. At least there I would have... at least it was my home."

"Hush now," Applejack whispered gently. On the inside, though, she was panicking. Be brave on the outside, Applejack. Ya don't want to let Little Tree down, do 'ya?

"I'm a dryad, Applejack," the tree sighed. "A tree spirit. Until a week ago I hadn't even heard of Sweet Apple Acres. I spent all my time growing quietly in the Everfree. It wasn't an interesting life by your standards, but peaceful and pleasant. At least it was, until I lost my tree..."

Applejack swallowed. She didn't know anything about dryads or tree spirits, but she understand somepony losing her home. She could feel this was not the whole story. There seemed to be more to it than that. And what was this about it dying? As far as she could tell, the tree seemed in perfect condition—the epitome of health, just as any other tree at Sweet Apple Acres.

"A dryad dies, when her tree is destroyed," the tree clarified, after a short silence on Applejack's part.

"Can't 'ya find a new one?" Applejack jumped to her hooves. "There’s lots of fine trees that are good and strong."

"Applejack, why don't you ever let me finish?" There was no shouting, no reproach. The tree moved its branches slightly, causing a few leaves to fall upon the pony. Taking the hint, Applejack sat back down. "Each dryad has one tree. The tree is more than a home, it is... it was part of me. Finding another to live in is extremely difficult."

"But 'ya found one," applejack persisted. "Right here. Ya're Little Tree now."

"You really can be silly, sometimes," something close to a chuckle sounded. "This is an apple tree. I am a hazel dryad. Remember how you complained all the apples tasted of hazelnuts? That's why."

Never complained about any such! Applejack thought. Don't you be making be a liar, now! Ah’ just said they were unnatural. And they weren't bad, just different. Even them liquor ones. Mighty strong, but ah'm sure somepony would enjoy a slice in the evening.

"You're quiet again," the tree said.

"Ah thought 'ya didn't like me blabbering all the time."

"I never said that!" There tree ruffled its leaves. "I... just say something for a bit, will you? Just for a while."

"Actually, ah’ reckon ah’ can sleep here tonight. The night's warm, the stars look mighty fine." For a moment, Applejack thought she felt the tree trunk shift slightly. "And ah'll do 'ya one better. Ah'll sing to 'ya, just like ah do when Apple Bloom is frightened."

For a moment all sound vanished. The leaves froze perfectly still, the night fauna quieted down, even the wind itself stopped. Then Applejack began to sing. It was a simple song, a song of life and choices, composed of rough rhymes uttered in a lovely voice—very much like the pony herself. A minute passed, then ten, Applejack kept on singing. At one point she felt branches gently envelop her shoulders. This time she did not flinch, letting them rest softly upon her.

The singing continued until the early hours of the morning. Around four, Applejack could no longer remain awake and dozed off. Her dreams, as most nights, were of apple trees and rodeos. Little Tree was there as well, its branches covered entirely by apples. It was a nice and pleasant dream, which made for a very rude awakening when the rooster cried. Usually Applejack would be up by then, starting with her chores. Two nights of sleep deprivation, however, had taken their toll.

Initially, Applejack lazily cracked an eye open. She was almost completely covered by a blanket of leaves. The smell of fresh leaves filled her nostrils. This is nice. So much better than mah’ bed. Reckon ah could just stay here all day. All harvest even... harvest?!

"Heavens to Betsy!" Applejack jumped to her hooves. She was late! It was already morning and she hadn't made breakfast, checked the farm's supplies, nor tended to the animals. Worse, she had to help with the end of the harvest!

"Little Tree?" she asked. No response. "Little Tree?" She said louder. The fear, that last night might have been its last, sent icy chills through her body. "Little tree!" She grabbed the trunk with both hooves and started shaking it violently.

"Still here, Applejack," an amused sigh came from the tree. "And just so you know, dryads don't sleep."

Applejack felt relief. Little Tree was fine and well, at least as well as it could be. Moments later, blood rushed to her face, as the realization dawned upon her. Horseapples! If Little Tree doesn't sleep, then there... no, oh no! Surely it hadn’t noticed! Ah’ was just being silly and all. But what if it had?

"Ah’ knew that," Applejack pushed away. "Was just a tad concerned, is all. And ah’ must hurry to mah’ chores, though. Must finish with the harvest and all. Will 'ya be fine? Ah'll come every now and again."

"Yes, I'm sure you will," the tree said almost cheerfully. A branch bent down, nudging Applejack gently. "Now shoo! Do your chores or whatever!"

Applejack didn't appreciate being pushed away like that, but the tree had a point. There was work to be done. Also it was not like they would be that far apart. She could still check on it. Nodding, the pony began trotting away.

"Wait!" A squeak suddenly filled the air. Applejack turned briskly around. Several hazel-green apples had appeared on one branch. "You forgot breakfast."

Hay, Little Tree! Ya're making this awkward! Applejack thought as a new wave of blood rushed to her face. She did take the apples, though. It would have been rude not to.

"Thank 'ya kindly," the pony said, hoping her hat was enough to hide the blush on her cheeks.

They tasted sweet and sour this time. Applejack had gotten so used to the taste of hazelnuts by now, that she barely registered the flavour. If anything, eating ordinary apples felt somewhat flat, as if they were lacking something. Well enough wasting time. There's plenty of work and it ain't getting finished on its own!

Work was surprisingly easy today. Big Macintosh had gathered most of the apples, leaving less than a few dozen trees for Applejack to take care of. Most of the day was spent planning for the next harvest and deciding what to sell, what to keep, and what to put away for cider. Applejack made a note to save some for Rainbow Dash this time, otherwise she would never hear the end of it. Several times, the pony would sneak to the south side of the farm to check on Little Tree. Each time the tree would listen patiently, assure the earth pony that everything was fine, considering, and offer a few apples.

"Applejack," it said during one of the pony's visits. "Could you come before sunset tonight?" Branches stirred nervously as it asked. "While there still is sunlight."

"Err, sure," Applejack replied hesitantly. She would have to skip dinner. In itself that was not unusual, the way she was behaving the last few days was, though. The hay with it! Ah'll make dinner earlier, then come right here. The others should be able to tend to themselves for a night! "Ah'll be here. Nothing to it."

What's so special about sunlight? Applejack thought as she walked away. It’s nice and all, but it's best used for workin'. Hush now, Applejack! That was mighty unkind of 'ya just now. If Little Tree thinks it's important it should be for 'ya as well! Spending time with... She shook her head violently. Following this train of thought would lead her to things she didn't want to remember. Best go focus on work, and make sure everything gets done.

The time passed quickly. Before she knew it, Applejack was back at the tree. By her estimates, it wasn't full half hour before sunset, so that left plenty of sunlight for whatever Little Tree needed it for.

"Afternoon, Little Tree," the earth pony said as she trotted towards it. No sooner had she done so, that she noticed something was different. The entire crown of the tree was covered in apple blossoms. A faint yet sweet smell smell filled the air. Miles better than the fancy perfumes Rarity keeps splashing herself with. Applejack took a deep whiff. The pollen tickled her nostrils, bringing her to verge of sneezing.

"You're early," the tree said surprised. "Didn't think you'll finish on time."

"Most dependable of ponies, remember?" Applejack snorted, more to keep herself from sneezing than anything else. On habit she went towards the tree trunk. Two branches blocked her path.

"No, not today," the tree said.

"What now?" Applejack arched a brow. "If 'ya don't want me, why did 'ya..."

"Just take a few steps back, you silly filly!" A loud squeak sounded. "You really are more stubborn than woodworms!"

The pony didn't say anything. Instead she stepped back a bit and waited expectantly.

"Are you ready?" the tree asked tensely. Applejack nodded. "Alright then..."

A hoof emerged from the tree trunk. As if passing through water, it breached the wooden surface, cautiously stepping on the ground. What in tarnation?! Applejack suppressed the urge to take a step back. Her mind was still coming to grips to what was unfolding before her. This was not just the tree changing shape or growing a branch - it was something completely different, something indescribable.

A second hoof soon appeared, followed by a muzzle...no, a head! Applejack could only stare as a mare stepped out from the tree itself. Was that Little Tree? She was beyond words—her frame was slender, almost fragile, and a soft hazel brown in colour. All the fancy ponies of Canterlot couldn't hold a candle in comparison. Her face was beautiful and sweet, a tad more prolonged than Applejack's. And her mane... it wasn't merely a mane, but a collection of hazel blossoms, attached to one another, to form the most magnificent braid Applejack had ever seen. Had this unearthly creature been living in the apple tree all this time?

"Don't tell me you still have something against hazel?" Greenish yellow eyes glared at Applejack.

"Wha? No ah just..." the earth pony began defensively, but seeing the other chuckle, quickly stopped. "Very funny, Little Tree."

"Yes, it was," the other laughed. "And it's Karya."

"Ka-rye-ah," Applejack repeated clumsily. Fancy languages wasn't something she was good at. "Ah'll get the hang of it," she smiled apologetically. "So this is what a dryad looks like. Mighty fine."

"Oh? Well, I am certainly glad you approve," Karya said with mock hurt. "So where will you take me?"

"Take 'ya?" Applejack blinked.

"It's your farm," the dryad sighed. "Listening you talk about it doesn't exactly give me a good idea of what is where. You know the place, what do you think is worth seeing?"

What's wrong with you, Applejack? Ya know everything about this place past and present. Should be easy to show Ka-rye-ah around. Just because she's some dryad tree mare, don't mean 'ya have to be any different that usual...

"Well, there is the..." The earth pony thought. The barn? Might not be a good idea to take a tree to a place made of wooden planks. That meant the house also was a bad idea. The orchard maybe? Seemed boring, especially since the dryad had spent a week among trees. "...and the..." She tried thinking harder. The fields? The hills? The well? There was water there, and trees loved water. Maybe that would work?

"Quite a lot of choices, it seems," Karya shook her head with a smile. "How about we just start walking that way?" She pointed at one of the hills. "We can always change direction later."

"Sounds good," Applejack nodded, regaining her composure. "Ya’ sure 'ya'll be alright and all?"

"I'm not sick or old!" The dryad forced a smile. "And I still have four more days, so I intend to make full use of them!"

Trotting along, she lead the way, her hooves hardly making a sound as they touched the ground. Cursing herself on the inside for her lack of tact, Applejack followed.

The first half hour the walk felt weird. Neither could think of anything to say. A few clumsy attempts were made, quickly ending with a reply or two, followed by uncomfortable silence. They could always return to the safe subject of plants and weather, but doing so now didn't seem right, especially since Karya was no longer a tree.

By the time the pair had reached the top of the hill, the sun had already set. It was then agreed that they sit there for a while before they decide what to do next. That is where the conversation started. It all began with a comment about the firefly apple the dryad had made. Karya responded with a comment of her own followed by a question. From there, the topics exploded to include her life in the Everfree Forest, Applejack's own childhood, and everything in between. Both had painful memories they wished to keep from the rest of the world, and both shared them to one another.

"How did you lose your tree?" Applejack asked as the moon started its descent to the horizon.

"Timberwolves," the dryad said quietly. "They are always looking for wood to add to their pack. Usually they settle for fallen branches, dead stumps and the like, but sometimes..."

"They attacked you?!" Applejack asked in horror, unconsciously placing her hoof on Karya's.

"They attacked my tree," the dryad tried her best to remain strong, though her pain was showing. "An older dryad would have chased them away without a second's thought. A young one such as me, though... maybe if I had stayed and fought back things could have been different. Instead, I ran."

"And ended up in Sweet Apple Acres," Applejack added. "Where I started kickin' 'ya."

"Yes," Karya laughed. "Not the best of welcomes. You did make up for it later, though," she looked into the pony's eyes. "You and your 'darned' stubbornness."

"Ah’ am what ah’ am," the Applejack nodded.

"That, you certainly are."

Several minutes passed in silence.

"And 'ya couldn't find a tree to replace your old?" Applejack brought the subject again. "Ah’ remember 'ya sayin' 'ya could do that."

"I've tried. We can't just choose any tree. The only reason that I was able to enter an apple tree is because it was still young and you had taken very good care of it." Beside her, Applejack blushed. Compliments had that effect. "It's a nice tree, but I need a hazel tree if I am to stand a chance of making it my own. This one only gives me a place to stay until..." She took a deep breath. "Until I'm gone."

"Well now, if that's all, ah’ can find a tree for 'ya," Applejack beamed. She felt a sudden rush of joy filled her entire body, like warm cider on a cold winter's night. The dryad didn't have to die! They would find a hazel tree, she would magic it into her home, or whatever dryads did, and everything would be fine. "Ah'll start first thing in the morning!" The pony stood up eagerly. "We'll find that..." Applejack's voice trailed off. Karya was looking at her, a sad smile on face.

"You stubborn silly stupid treekicker," the dryad said, a tear forming in her eye. "You always do this, don't you? You always get me to cry in the end."

"But ‘ah..." All the joy Applejack had quickly evaporated.

"There are no other hazel trees," tears were sliding down Karya's face. "Not any that I could reach in time. I have searched. Believe me, I have. The whole reason I went to your orchard was to find a place to die quietly in as much peace as I could. And you, stupid pony, messed that up," she wrapped her forelegs around Applejack. "I hated you for that," she said crying over the earth pony's shoulder. "And I loved you for it. You..."

Applejack didn't know what to do. Feeling like a broken horseshoe, she hugged the dryad back tightly, leaving her to cry it out. Did ah’ do this? Did ‘ah hurt her so much? If ah’ had kept mah’ big mouth shut, would she have been happier?

"You really hurt me, Applejack," the dryad went on. "And really made me feel happy. Despite everything I am glad... so very glad I got to spend my last days with a pony like you."

Words stopped. The two kept holding each other tight under the stars. A single moment that transcended time. In that instant there were no regrets, no pain, no fears. Just them together. Ah’ wish for this nighttime to last for a lifetime. Applejack thought. Sadly, it didn't. Before they knew it, the sun peeked above the horizon, covering them with gentle light.

"We better go now," Karya said, pulling gently away. "You have work to do and..."

"To hay with the work!" Even Applejack was surprised to hear herself say that. She was not one to shy away from work. Right this moment, however, she meant it. "Ah'll spend the rest three days if ah have to, but will find 'ya a tree!"

"You never listen, do you?" The dryad managed to keep herself from starting to cry again. "There are no trees to find."

"Don't 'ya worry your purty little head about that! If ah say ah'll find 'ya a tree, then ah'll find 'ya a tree!"

With that there was nothing left to say. Both knew that the whole endeavor was pointless, both knew that Applejack would try anyway. It was her nature. Even in the face of insurmountable odds, she would try.

Applejack walked Karya to her tree. There she watched the dryad disappear into the trunk, waved goodbye and turned around. Before she could make a single step something hit her on the back of the head.

"What the?!" Applejack spun around briskly. An apple fell on the ground beside her. Right, breakfast... She said as she picked it up. Good thing that at least somepony made sure she remembered to eat at times like these. Now all she had to do was make sure that somepony remained around to remind her for years to come.

The rest of the morning passed with them being apart. Karya remained in the apple tree, focusing on the joyous things that had occurred in her life; the time she spent in the Everfree, her arrival at Sweet Apple Acres, her meeting Applejack. If nothing else, that experience alone was enough to make her feel fulfilled. Meanwhile, Applejack had gone to Ponyville in search of answers. There was at least one pony she could turn to, and be sure the help provided would be of use.

In the afternoon, Big Macintosh went through the orchard. In Applejack's absence he had to make sure everything was taken care of—that all the apples were gathered, that nothing needed repairing, and that everything was ready for marketing. He didn't notice anything different about the dryad tree; for him, it was a tree like any other. Seeing apples on its branches, he stopped. It was very unlike Applejack to leave a job unfinished. Big Mac was going to have a word with her about it, once she came back from town. For the moment, however, he was going to gather the apples. Moving into position, he was just about to kick the trunk, when a loud yell pierced his ears.

"Big brother, no!" A panic-stricken Applejack furiously galloped in his direction. "Do. Not. Kick. That. Tree!"

A strange request, but one that made him hesitate for long enough for his sister to arrive at the scene. Without warning she shoved him away from the tree.

"There, there, Little Tree," she said, completely ignoring her brother. "Applejack will take care of 'ya."

Big McIntosh opened his mouth to voice a complaint, but a single glare from Applejack made him reconsider. There was no winning an argument when she was like that her. The best solution was to leave her be. With a loud sigh and a grumble, he headed towards the barn. There was more than enough work to be done there.

"Are you alright, Little Tree?" Applejack asked, not bothering whether her brother was within earshot or not. "Did he hurt 'ya?"

"You really are stupid!" The tree replied, slightly annoyed. "If I can survive your hooves for two days, I certainly could bear another kick or two!"

"Two days?" Applejack blinked.

"You didn't even notice the apples had re-grown the first time," a hint of disapproval was present. "Did you?" The guilty expression on Applejack's face showed she had not.

"Ah found 'ya a tree!" the pony said full of enthusiasm, changing the subject. "Just like ah said ah would! Now 'ya can do that there dryad magic thing and..."

"You what?" Pure unadulterated surprise squeaked from the tree. Karya's head emerged from the trunk, eyes full of hope and disbelief. "A tree? A real hazel tree?"

"Oak," replied Applejack pleased with herself. "Ah asked a really smart friend about them dryad things. She said that all dryads can live in oak trees, and won't 'ya know it, Ponyville happens to have a..." She stopped. Karya was looking at her in a strange way. It was like the smile a parent gave a foal knowing that they meant well, but also aware that their efforts were futile. "What did ah miss?"

"I know about the oak tree, Applejack," the dryad said softly. "It's quite difficult to miss. And yes, all dryads could make an oak their home, but it isn't that simple."

"Well, why ain't it?"

"Because it 'ain't'!" Karya snapped. "This isn't me going in a house and replacing the furniture! When I make a tree my own, I make it part of me. Even if I have the power to start to change it, the tree must agree with that change. A young tree is accepting, old trees are set in their ways, resisting even the slightest disturbance. Imagine having to wrestle a Minotaur while careful not to harm him in any way. And even that is putting it mildly. The oak tree you are suggesting is ancient! The moment I put my hoof in, it will push me out. I will have to fight just to enter its core, and then try to force it to accept me!" The dryad paused. Applejack was staring at her, speechless. "And that is not all. Assuming I manage to remain inside, can you even imagine how painful it is to live in a hollowed tree? One that has stone and glass and metal in it? It's like having scorching coals in your stomach, every moment of every day for the rest of your life!"

"But 'ya'll be alive!" Applejack placed a hoof on either side of Karya's head. "Ya will still live! Sure it ain't gonna be all fine, but 'ya will still be here. Ah can go searching for a proper tree for 'ya to go in and then..."

"No!" The dryad pulled her head back in the trunk, disappearing from view. "I will not go through that again! Not when there is so little hope. I have a few days left and I'll spend them as I wish!"

"But... " Applejack's words burned inside her throat refusing to come out. Ever since her painful experience as a filly, she had always cried on the inside, but now she felt she could barely contain it. "Ah don't want 'ya to go," she whispered. "Ah want 'ya to stay, Little Tree. Ah want to be with 'ya as you go through this..."

"I know you do. And I wish I could. It's just... please don't ask me to do this, Applejack. I'm terrified as it is. If you ask me..." She paused. Branches bent to the ground, pulled down by the weight of her fear. "If you ask me I don't think I could refuse."

"Ah want to, dang it!" The pony shouted.

"But you won't." Not a question, just a statement of fact. "You will leave that choice to me. Alright?"

Applejack felt like dragging the dryad out of her tree and to the Golden Oak Library. Maybe some forceful action was exactly what Karya needed! Sadly, the pony could never bring herself to do that. Instead she pushed away from the tree. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Why are 'ya so stubborn, Little Tree? Ah'm supposed to be the stubborn one! She kicked some dirt in the air violently.

"Alright?" The tree repeated the question. What was there for Applejack to say? Reluctantly she looked over her shoulder, her hat covering half of her face.

"Ah’ won't ask," she whispered. "But ah'll ask that 'ya think before making that choice. Promise?"

"That I could do," the tree replied. Applejack could only hope that it meant it.

"Well, ah need to get goin'," the pony started walking away. "Ah need to go to the Crystal Empire for some fancy shindig. Ah'll be back tomorrow."

"I won't go anywhere." The tree forced a chuckle. "And when you get back, we'll have the best days of our lives."

Your words hurt, Little Tree. They hurt mighty painfully. Slowly the pony made her way to Ponyville. Twilight had been summoned to the Crystal Empire, and as her friend, Applejack had to go along for support. For a moment she wondered, whether to stay behind. Twilight was her friend, but she would understand. Karya had mere days to live, stubborn as she was, and there would always be other shindigs... No! Ya're being selfish, Applejack. Twilight needs 'ya just as much. Friends are that, after all. Ya can spend a day there. All will be fine. That still leaves several days to be with Little Tree, don't it?

* * *

It had been a close battle, too much so. Tirek had been on the verge of conquering Equestria. It had taken the Tree of Harmony and all the Element Bearers to stop him. Applejack, like the rest, had almost lost faith several times. In the heat of battle everything had seemed hopeless, but somehow they had managed to prevail. No, not somehow! They had managed because despite everything they had fought on, refusing to give up. Life was strange that way. It’s always darkest just before the dawn. One just had to push through and incredible things would happen. Even now: another enemy had been defeated, the Princess' powers had been restored and Twilight had received her very own castle. More importantly, Applejack had received the best news she could hope for—Princess Celestia had promised to find her a hazel tree suitable for Karya by evening, as well as help with the transfer process. It was certain that the new tree would accept the dryad, and that meant she would live on.

Galloping towards the southern part of Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack could hardly contain her joy. Ah knew that everything would turn out fine in the end! Just needed some patience and hard work, the same as farming.

Sunset was nearing. The rays of the sun fell gently over the orchard, adding a shade of gold to the green leaves. Applejack rushed to Little Tree, then stopped to catch her breath.

"Eve.. evenin' to 'ya, Little Tree," she said, beaming. No answer. The tree's branches merely moved slightly in the wind. "The silent treatment? Can't say ah blame 'ya. Said that would be gone for a day, and ended up fighting some scary centaur."

Still no response.

"Don't be like that, now." She moved closer to the tree's trunk. "Wasn't something ‘ah planned. Besides, ah’ missed 'ya too. Thought about 'ya quite a lot, even when we were fightin' and all."

Nothing.

"Found 'ya a tree," the pony refused to give up. She had defeated a monster, after all. No way a simple conversation would make her quit. "A proper one, hazel and all. And better still, Princess Celestia said she'd help with 'ya making it your home. So 'ya come out now, and let's get going!"

Jokingly, Applejack kicked the tree. Usually it wouldn't be very nice, but Karya could forgive her this once. The branches shook. A single apple fell on the ground. It was blue.

"What 'ya be making this time?" Applejack laughed. "Don't 'ya know that apples ain't supposed to be..." Her voice trailed off. Tiny letters were visible all over the apple's skin. What in the hay? She took a closer look.

Hello Silly Filly,

I guess you took longer than a day coming back. No matter, though, I forgive you. Actually, thank you for that. It gave me time to think. Standing here alone, and not having to suffer your constant blabbering, is kind of lonely. Who would have guessed?

You were right. I can't believe I'm writing this, but you really were.

Applejack felt her legs give in. Don't 'ya dare, 'ya stupid tree!

I've given it a lot of thought. I really was horrible, wasn't I? It's a wonder you put up with a creature as selfish as I. Ever since I got here I've done nothing but complain and shout at you. Well, it's time to change! Today I'll leave this tree for good and go to that library oak tree. Guess I am a little scared, but I'll show it who is in charge. I've had to deal with you, after all, so how hard could it be?

I really hope you read this apple before eating it. Knowing you, though, I don't have high hopes.

See you again soon,

Your Little Tree.

"Ya stupid tree!" Applejack shouted, kicking the ground as hard as she could. "Why now? Why did 'ya listen to me?!" How could everything fall apart, when they were so close? If only Little Tree had waited a few more days, possibly just a few hours... the image of the burning library popped in the pony's mind. A single moment had reduced it to cinders, the dryad along with it. Had Karya suffered? By Celestia, had she at least been spared that?

Applejack felt a void form inside of her. Beyond sadness, beyond comprehension. For hours she just stood there, completely numb oblivious to the world around her. Like an image cast out of its dream, she stared at the tree, seeing nothing but an empty husk.

"Are 'ya comin' for dinner, Applejack?" A deep voice asked. Applejack turned around. Big McIntosh was standing a few steps away, a worried expression on his face. "It's gettin' mighty late."

"Ah'm not hungry." Applejack tried to hide her sorrow. Strange she hadn't noticed the sun set. "Ya go on without me, big brother. Granny making zap apple pie?"

"Eeyup," the stallion nodded.

"Good. Ya go enjoy, 'ya hear? And make sure Apple Bloom brushes her teeth after. Ah ain't having her ruin her teeth."

"Eeyup," Big Macintosh nodded, then shaking his head, walked away. It was clear he wasn't falling for her act, but at least had the decency to not press the matter further.

Applejack waited for a while, then headed home as well. She did not pass by the kitchen, instead going directly to her room. Once there, the pony barred the door, pulled the curtains and sat on the floor. There she remained, staring aimlessly in the darkness. A faint glow in the corner of the room caught her attention. Had the room been lit she would hardly have noticed it.

Firefly apple, she thought. It seemed like ages ago—the time Little Tree had grown in for Applejack. The dryad had said she had used firefly lights to create it. By the looks of it, she hadn't lied.

Applejack went to the cabinet in the corner of the room. The apple still was there, fresh as they day it was picked, covered by an old saddleback. Its glow reminded of Karya's eyes - yellowish-green with a hint of mischief. What had she said upon giving it? 'I didn't waste my time gathering firefly lights to have this apple go to waste!'

Casting doubt aside, Applejack bit into the apple. It was bitter, extremely bitter... with a hint of hazelnuts.

"It's mighty fine, Little Tree," the pony said, forcing another bite. "Mighty fine. Ah only wish..."

Silent tears trickled down her face. She didn't have the strength to stop them anymore. Ever since she was a filly, she had made a promise to always cry on the inside. Tonight, however, was a time for crying on the outside. Tomorrow, she would bury another sorrow away, and life would continue. Right now, however, Applejack was going to mourn.

She was going to mourn Karya.