	I trot into the shop and am immediately assaulted by a pleasant aroma of many variants of flowers. Mama and papa run past the shop shouting my name. They don't notice I'm in here, and I feel guilt deep within my heart because I don't go after them. I need to find out who this mare is.
	"Good morning! welcome to Nectar's Flowers!" A bat-pony mare trots from behind a shelf of flowers. She has a light gray-brown coat, straight tan hair, and cloudy white eyes. She stumbles over a small plant pot and screeches as she falls. This is definitely not the mare I was chasing. "I'm okay!" She says, laughing and feeling her way around. She turns toward me and smiles at nothing. "Can I help you, sir or ma'am?"
	Sir or ma'am? She isn't clumsy, she's blind. I scuff a hoof on the floor sheepishly before I speak, "I'm looking for a pony. A mare, probably your size, with blue eyes and a purple coat. Do you know where she is, Miss Nectar?"
	Miss Nectar raises a brow and looks upward in thought as she taps her chin with a hoof. "I do know a mare, but I don't know what blue and purple look like. Do you know her name?"
	"No."
	"Hm... What's your name? I can go get her for you."
	"I'd appreciate that. My name's Sirocca."
	Miss Nectar's jaw drops and her face goes pale. She swallows and takes a step back.
	"Are you okay?"
	She shakes her head subtly as she continues backing up. Her lips move, but I can barely make out her words.
	"What's wrong? You're scaring me!" I plead, my throat tightening from worry.
	"You aren't supposed to be here! Go! Leave! You'll be happier where ever you came from!" She shouts, turns, and begins to run through a back door. She trips over another plant pot and groans as she hits her head on the floor. I rush up to her and help her up. She mutters a quick thank you and apologizes.
	A little while later, after cleaning the shop up, she concedes and takes me upstairs to the apartments. I sit at a small table in her kitchen. I had really hoped she would take me to the mare I was looking for, but this is okay, I guess. It's better than nothing, and it puts me one step closer to learning more about this mare. I want to know why this mare and I look alike, and if she's who I think she is, I might be able to learn more about my real parents, myself, and my past. This is not something a normal ten year old should be concerned with.
	"Where should I start?" Miss Nectar asks, mostly to herself.
	"Take me to see that mare. I know she lives here."
	"I wish I could, but she's probably sleeping right now." She says with a sheepish smile.
	"I want to see her. Who is she? Why did she run when she saw me? Why did you try to run?" I ask, standing in my seat with my front hooves on the table.
	"She is a very old, very dear friend of mine. I made a promise to her a long, long time ago that I would make sure none of her loved ones would ever hurt again."
	"What does that have to do with me? Why does she look like me?" I fear what the answer might be, but I need to hear it.
	"She doesn't want to see you hurt by her actions, Sirocca. She wants you to be happy." The mare dances around my questions. I am slowly becoming agitated.
	"Who. Is. She." I state, very sternly.
	Miss Nectar sighs, rests her hooves in her lap, and tilts her head.
	"Her name is Eura. She's your mother."