forgotten things

I carefully wrote, using my glow to compel the pen along the intended path. Finishing the "i" in "Fantasi" I moved onto Vincenzadottir enunciating as I wrote. It was so easy! Much easier then that messy scri-oww- that messy writing thingy  the nurse had tried to teach me...

"Viiiiinn'chen'zzaa'dauuttir" I dotted the i's, accented my "o" and crossed my t's very carefully. Then I glanced back up to ... mommy. She was not looking over my shoulder anymore and was instead whispering with mom. I pinched myself again... Nope definitely awake.

Why did I keep checking to see if I was awake. A... day?.. or so ago I had not even thought about it. Why did I keep waiting for Miss Vinyl or Miss Octavia to say they didn't love me? I felt my tummy cha-oww- get rubbed raw a bit and adjusted my armor and sword laden packs.

I don't know but... Surely I'm not this special...?

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"How in the name of the almighty Faust does she even know how to pronounce 'Vincenza' in fluent Bit'aliano, much less write in perfect cursive? She can't even write the standard hoof script!" Octavia just stared at Vinyl as the words left her mouth... then whispered back.

" She can craft a steel shelf into a sword, a blood covered wall into armor, and is fluent in what I now suspect to be, a language that hasn't been uttered in over a millennium. Yet THIS surprises you?... Really Vinyl??..." Octavia waved away Vinyl's thoughtful expression. " It is time we both just accept that this won't be a average foal, and that we won't be average parents."

It was at this tender moment that Octavia realized they had been forgetting something all this time...

" Vinyl... have you told your parents yet?"