Nocturnal Reveries

Nighttime's house was a small one. Not too small; there was plenty of room for a bedroom, kitchen, and even some space for a few toys. Most importantly, it was enough to protect her from the elements. There was a considerable downpour tonight, yet she was safe inside, enjoying a hot cup of tea. Her ear suddenly twitched as she heard a loud, desperate knock on the door. She pursed her lips as she trotted over to it, peeking through the peephole. Gasping as she recognized the figure at her doorstep, she quickly opened the door to let her friend in.

"Flame Storm, what are you doing here?" she asked, quickly closing the door once he entered.

"What does it look like?" he snapped, turning toward her. "It's pouring out there, and your house was much closer than mine."

"Well, make yourself at home," she replied. "I made some tea if you want any. Just make sure to dry yourself off first." Flame grumbled in agreement, walking toward the bathroom. Nighttime sighed to herself as she went back to the kitchen to grab another mug for her unexpected visitor. As she poured the tea, Flame came back out with a towel wrapped around his head.

"That was fast," she commented. Flame shrugged and sat down at the counter.

"Yeah, whatever." He scowls, shaking his head.

"I think I found a new species of mold on my fur, ugh..." Nighttime chuckled, passing over his mug.

"Well, here. Something to take your mind off it." Flame looked at the mug, raising an eyebrow.

"What, is this thing spiked with whiskey or something?" Nighttime rolled her eyes in response.

"Just drink it," she said. Flame rolled his eyes in return, taking a swig.

Several hours pass, the two passing time by telling jokes and stories. Flame chuckles to himself after one of his tales. "...And that's how I broke my horn. Any questions?" Nighttime opened her mouth to say something, but noticed the clock on the wall.

"Oh! It's gotten so late already," she started. "And it looks like the rain died down..." Flame frowned, knowing exactly what that meant.

"Aw, come on! Don't leave me hanging like that! I told you plenty about myself, I wanna know more about you!" Nighttime shook her head.

"No, you don't want to know all that. It's kinda boring."

"No way!" Flame retorted. "I bet your foalhood was a thousand times cooler than mine! I mean, look at you!" He gestured toward her, only for Nighttime to frown.

"I'm not that interesting..." She mumbled in return. Flame scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come on, don't sell yourself that short." Nighttime huffed in response.

"Fine. I was put into an orphanage as a foal, never got adopted, and mostly grew up alone. Is that enough for you?" Flame stared for a few seconds, mouth agape.

"Alright, you can't just say that and not expect me to want more." he said, shaking his head, "I mean, why weren't you adopted? Why were you given up for adoption in the first place? There's so many questions I need answered!"

Nighttime groaned, shoving her face in her hooves before looking toward her friend in annoyance.

"If I tell you everything, will you go home?" Flame shrugged in response.

"No promises."