Waiting Thoughts: The Patient
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This winter was.. quite calm.
She sat just past the roof of her home, patiently waiting.
She didn't know what she was waiting for.
She was always waiting.
The Patient.
That was her title, her.. life.
No matter what it was, she always waited it out and took the best course of action.
She was the most patient mare anypony could know, always waiting.
Her name was Myndreith.
Myndreith The Patient. ((Pronounced Mend-wraith))
Bright purple coat, covered in snow that was giving a slight shining glimmer in the moonlight.
Pale silver mane, with the slightest hint of a fairly noticeable blue sting.
She had on her back the staff that she used to help with walking, as well as fighting.
Her sight shifted from the snow covered ground to many different snowflakes.
'Drifting down slowly, waiting for inevitable demise. Or are such snowflakes joining a sea of different beings that they enjoy? I would like to be a snowflake on the wind, being carried from place to place, waiting patiently for whatever may be waiting for me. Whether it be a fire, a body, or simply the already snow-covered ground.'
She thought to herself quietly, still sitting in place, not even shaking the slightest from the cold.
She had gotten used to being out here now.
After all, she doesn't know how many years have passed since she last felt.
Felt the warmth of a home, the satisfaction of enjoying a meal.
Even waiting years didn't phase her.
She knew what was coming to her now.
She was waiting to see that mare's reaction to seeing that she truly had waited all this time.
She closed her eyes and focused on sound for what seemed like the thousandth time.
She lived in a secluded area, surrounded by trees, in-between Ponyville and Canterlot.
Although it was a simple wooden house, it served all of her purposes.
It was quite rare to get visitors, and the most of them that had come were family.
Long has it been since she started waiting for somepony to come to her.
She quieted her thoughts and focused on her hearing one more time.
Finally, all of her waiting had paid off.
Ktth...
Ktth...
Ktth...
Ktth...
Hoofstep after hoofstep, walking in the snow.
Opening her eyes and looking around her house, she waited still.
The sound of the steps grew louder and clearer.
Ktttch..
Ktttch..
Ktttch..
Ktttch..
Each step drew forth an odd crunching noise from the softly piled snow being crushed together.
'Such is the fate of the snowflake. As one of them, you die much faster than any other being. Whether you crash into another snowflake on the way down, whether you land softly or not... Something will kill you in this harsh world.'
A sight that she has been waiting for years to see had finally been seen.
The multiple shades of purple in her mane.
The soft, beautiful shade of purple on her coat.
It was none other than her friend, Twilight Sparkle.
She had finally arrived.
A voice that she has been waiting for years to hear had finally been heard.
"Mynd?"
"Yes, it's me."
No response, just simple, searching confusion.
"Whoo," The younger mare shook with cold unexpectedly, and started walking again. "I'd better get inside before I freeze to death."
Stepping towards the house, seeking shelter from the snow and the cold, she opened the door slowly.
"Myndreith?"
Silence.
"I-I'm back here."
No response.
She waited for years for this opportunity, and now it was all being crushed.
She heard the breath of the mare visiting quicken.
She had seen what she should never have had to see.
"Myndreith!"
The mare jumped forward and grabbed onto the cold, still body laying on the floor.
Mydreith took a step into the house and examined the mare on the ground.
Bright purple coat, covered in snow that was giving a slight shining glimmer in the moonlight.
Pale silver mane, with the slightest hint of a fairly noticeable blue sting.
She had on her back the staff that she used to help with walking, as well as fighting.
Her sight shifted from the body on the ground to the eyes of the other mare.
Tears were pouring down the cheeks of her face.
After moments more of waiting for the sobbing mare to regain focus, she heard her voice once more.
"You've waited too long... I was so busy... I'm so sorry!"
She ignored the cold and wrapped both her forehooves around the mare on the ground.
Myndreith felt the warmth of her skin as if she was receiving the hug.
She had finally felt warmth after years, and she knew exactly what she was waiting for now.
She saw the mare get up and walk out the door.
She didn't walk away from the house.
She sat on the porch.
Her eyes were unfocused, yet glaring sadly at the ground.
She couldn't tell what the mare was feeling or thinking.
She waited for her to move again.
She waited for her to speak again.
Silence.
What seemed like hours passed by, even though they were mere minutes.
Finally, she saw movement, as well as hearing a voice.
"I'm sorry. I made you wait too long. I was too busy with books the last week, and I completely forgot where I was supposed to be. If I had been here, you would still be... Y-..."
She couldn't use her voice anymore.
She was sobbing harder than any moment in her life.
She let one of her friends pass away, simply because of her books.
"I.." Myndreith started to speak, knowing she couldn't hear her. "It's not your fault, Miss Sparkle."
She shivered with cold again, and looked to her side.
It was almost as if she was looking into her eyes again.
Time fell between the two of them, and Twilight slowly rose.
"It's time that you stopped waiting for everything, my dear friend."
Smiling and closing her eyes, Myndreith started floating towards the clouds.
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Pretty much just a random idea that I had that I felt needed to get written down.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, if you did!
