The Speeches of Toys

by AnObliviousAuthor

First published

A white mare did her best not to so much as blink, something that proved very difficult as the not-so-young girl clutching her squeezed all the tighter and stroked her velvety soft purple mane. Just a few more minutes, and they would be there. A few more minutes until she came to her new "home".
Rarity only hoped she could survive that long.