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You see, it wasn't that Johnny was the only one I knew here. Because that wasn't true, I'd seen others around and there were a few familiar faces from the Basin. But damn it all if, somehow, that stupid candy pony wasn't the only one in this crowd that didn't drive me up a wall.
So with his colorful beacon pulling me forward, I felt a strange sort of bravery I hadn't expected. Not that I was ever a coward, no, but oftentimes I avoided the world because it was simpler. I would stay at the back, interact with no one. I would be silent, a shadow--more suited for thieving than anything else. But Johnny brought out the mother in me, and immediate subservience to my stern word was something I could get on board with.
Thus, he was the one that kept me by the giving tree that day. If not for his exclamation, if not for the welcoming temptation of his scent, I might have walked on by. But he was there, and so I was too. I moved through the quickly growing crowd with my hips set in a permanent (albeit now aching) sway and my eyes flashing with more excitement than I'd felt in a very long time.
I joined in Johnny's excitement, nodding at the sight before me. In all my travels it was by no means the strangest or wildest thing I'd seen, but it was a pleasant sight after the gloom of such bad weather in the Basin. "What a lovely sight this is, creature," I said as I sidled up alongside the gelding, the faintest of smiles creeping across my face.
Even I couldn't be grumpy on a day like that one.
@Johnny
