A Heart and A Mender

Love.

One of the most complicated things of ponykind.

It was a beautiful, terrible thing.

It tore down mountains, and it built up cities.

Ponies used it as a facade, to hide themselves behind a mask. They hid from the rest of the world, saying that they were loved, yet, not believing it in their own heart.

Davian was one of those ponies.

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"Wake up Davian!" Someone shouted.

I blearily looked up from my pillow and stared at the wall.

"What Dad?" I yelled back, my hoarse throat aching.

"Get up, you're going to be late for school!" He said.

I could hear his heavy hooves coming up the stairs.

My eyes widened, and I tumbled out of bed, then ran to the bathroom. My caramel-colored hooves fumbled around for the comb. As I brushed through my curly,  I stared at the mirror. The young stallion in it looked back at me with his vivid green eyes.

Myeh. I thought.

When I finished washing up, I trotted downstairs to the smell of hay bacon.

"Wow d-d-Dad, th-that smells nice!" I stuttered out.

"Sure does, boy. Sit down and eat up. You got a long day." He replied, from inside the kitchen.

I waited impatiently, then he came out with a plate on his back. The glory of hay bacon and eggs shone down upon me from the heavens of the Kitchen-Gods.

Dad chuckled as he looked at me, his dark red coat rippling.

"W-what?" I asked when I was done.

"Nothing Davian," he shook his head, still laughing, "Just get out of here."

I ran upstairs, grabbed my saddlebag, and headed out the door.

But before the door closed behind me, my dad gave me a hearty slap on my rump.

I meeped and got out of there, running down the busy sidewalk.