Something Tugging At Your Heartstrings...

You wake up on a couch, you feel something cold on your head and something else...ropes on your hands and feet "oh man...this is how I die..." you begin to play out multiple scenarios, each worse than the last "torture, experimentation, dissection...torturous experimentation by dissection!?" you hear hoofsteps coming closer "at least give me a proper burial..." you close your eyes...and you feel yourself being untied?

"sorry about the ropes, I had to make sure you were still until we got by everypony" you pry open your eyes and stare face to face with none other than Ponyville's number one human-sitting Pony, Lyra Heartstrings...

"I can't believe it though, I finally found a human!" Lyra stands you up and brushes you off "so, what do you call yourself?" this was like a kidnapper giving her captive the guest room, which she did by the way..."umm..." you tell her your name and Lyra's eyes light up "I like it...I am Lyra Heartstrings" you nod "nice to meet you...and thank you for giving me a concussion..." she rubs the back of her head "oh ya...I am SO sorry, it's just...most peope wouldn't be happy if I was trying to smuggle a struggling human into Ponyville" you think about this for a minute and actually smirk "I suppose...I could relate if our roles were switched"

"so...what do you eat?" you think of this as scientifically as you can "well, humans are omnivores, we can eat just about anything" Lyra's eye grew wider "oh man, you can eat BOTH plants and meat" you nod slowly "would you like something to eat?"

"I thnk I could eat" the rumbling stomach pushes your point "well, come on, I don't want you to think of me as some weird...nutjob kidnapper" you hear the sadness hidden in her voice, for some reason, you can't help but comfort her, "hey, Lyra...although you didn't make yourself the best hostess at first" you rub your wrist "you're starting to make up for it" she smiled and ran into the kitchen, you slowly make your way to the kitchen to see her hopelessly trying to find something "hay, daffodils...I really should have thought about this more carefully" you slowly step into the kitchen "what about an apple?" Lyra turned around shocked "oh, right, forgot I bought a bundle" she runs (trots?) over to a basket and hands you one, in a word...delicious...

Lyra can sense the joy you feel of biting into this Red Heaven Apple grown on a Tree of God..."that is one of those from Sweet Apple Acres" you lick your lips "oh man...I can not believe I have missed out on apples as fine as these" you see her smile and you continue the small morsel, Lyra enjoying one next to you, sitting, as usual...