Title:           Satyrsitting Green Peace
Author:          Fluttercups
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First Edit:      Monday 15th of June 2015 06:24:11 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 15th of June 2015 06:24:11 AM CDT

>You walked next to your mare, Tree Hugger, as your young daughter skipped ahead along the path that led to the Everfree Forest.
>Green Peace had been insisting for weeks that she spend a night at Fluttershy’s house as soon as she was available.
“Why do you want to go to Fluttershy’s house so badly?” You asked her.
>”Auntie Fluttershy has a lot of animals and she lives next to the forest and she’s really nice.”
>Tree Hugger smiled and spoke to her daughter in that slow drawl of hers. “Your energy compliments her aura completely.”
>Green continued to hop a few feet in front of you all the way to her aunt’s house, her necklaces thumping against her chest.
>You never understood how a mare like Tree Hugger had created such an excitable little satyr; maybe all children were just filled with energy when they’re young.
>Her tiny hands beat against the cottage door until Fluttershy came out, and then immediately threw her arms around the pony’s neck, hugging her tightly.
>”Thanks for watching over Green Peace for the night.”
>”Oh it’s no problem,” said Fluttershy, tousling Green Peace’s hair with her hoof. “Would you like to come in for some tea? I just put some on the stove before you got here.”
>”Radical,” Tree Hugger exclaimed before you interjected.
“If we don’t head back soon, we won’t make it home before sundown.” You scratched the fur behind her ear. “And if we go inside now, we’ll never leave. Once you and fluttershy start talking, I can’t pry you away.”
>”Oh, I guess I’ll see up with you another time then,” Tree Hugger said, brushing her cheek against Fluttershy’s before saying goodbye and sauntering off.
 
>Be Fluttershy
 
>Inside, Green Peace was already laying on your floor, peering and reaching under your couch where a squirrel of yours was trying to hide.
>Green loved animals, and meant well, but she hugged them a little too hard.
”Green Peace, is that a new necklace you have?” You said, buying the little creature enough time to dash out into the backyard.
>”Uh huh,” she said, smiling up at you. “It’s an amethyst. Mama said it’s s’posed to help balance my carmel.”
“Your carmel?”
>”Yeah, the thing that um… If you’re a good person, good stuff will happen to you, but if you do bad things then you’ll have bad stuff happen to you.”
“Oh,” you tried not to giggle. “That’s karma.”
>”I like it ‘cause I think it’s really groovy ‘cause it matches my eyes.” Her mother’s lingo sounded funny coming from her hurried, energetic voice.
“It does. You’ve got your mom’s eyes you know.”
>She sat and blinked at you for a moment before getting up. “I’m gonna go play outside now, ok?” She was already out the door before you could respond.
 
>You sat and watched her from the window of your cottage, a cup of tea sitting on the table beside you.
>You allowed her to venture to the skirts of the Everfree Forest, though never far enough that you’d lose sight of her.
>You weren’t too concerned about the more aggressive animals out there. As sad as it was, the animals seemed more afraid of her than she ever was of them.
>She hoisted herself up the branches of a pine tree as the sun fell below the mountains behind her. Her strange hands and fingers allowed her to climb up a tree faster than you’d ever seen anypony do.
>Once the moon began to rise in the sky you called her back in.
>She bounced in with pine needles poking out from her tangled orange hair. Dirt smudged her skin and clothes.
>On her way in, she bumped her hoof into a small potted sapling, knocking it to the floor.
>The soil spilled out onto the floor. Luckily, the pot didn’t crack.
>You looked up to see Green Peace’s eyes watering at the sight of it.
“Oh, Green Peace, don’t cry. I’m not mad at you for knocking over my plant.”
>She met your gaze but didn’t say anything.
“You do have to clean it up, but I understand it was an accident, so I’m not mad.”
>”It isn’t that auntie Fluttershy.” She kneeled down and picked up the plant, showing a deep fracture in the trunk of the small sapling. “The tree’s broken.”
>A few inches from the tip of the tree snapped off, hanging by its fibers.
>Green Peace looked back at you, her lip quivering in a way that made you want to hug her.
>”I killed it.”
 
“Oh Green Peace,” you sighed, lowering yourself to her and smiling at her. “You didn’t kill the tree.”
>”But it’s broken.”
“But look.” You gestured down to the fresh core of the trunk where the break was made. “It’s still so green inside, that means it’s still alive.”
>”Then it’s gonna die soon?”
“Oh no Green, Trees are really tough. They can survive through cold winters, losing their leaves and everything. The tree needs lots of love and care, but in time, a new tip will sprout from this stump and it will continue to grow.”
>Green Peace sniffled and grinned.
“Will you be the one to take care of it?”
>”Uh huh!” She nodded eagerly.
“Good.” You nuzzled your nose against hers. “Now clean this up little one, then come upstaris and get ready for bed.”
>”Okay!”
 
>She entered your room, her beautiful wavy hair all brushed out and twig-free.
>Though it wasn’t late, she seemed exhausted.
>You weren’t surprised; if you ran around half as much as she did, you’d be tired all the time.
>She curled up on the bed beside you tangling her fingers in your hair.
>”Your hair is so… far out…”
>You laughed and turned to her.
“You remind me so much of your mom.”
>”But I’m nothing like my mom.”
“Oh no, you’re a lot like her.”
>She stares up at the ceiling. “Daddy says I’m too hyper. He says he can’t even see how we’re related.”
“Well that is true. you don’t act anything like her.”
>She cast her eyes down and sighed.
“But,” you said. “In your hearts, you two are the same. Your mother finds wonder in every little thing. Every pony, creature, thing, and experience are all special to her.”
>Green Peace grinned. “I know. My mom’s the coolest.”
“And you are too, Green. You’re so full of wonder and curiosity. Everything is exciting to you as well, you just express that differently than your mother.”
>She stared into your eyes, thinking this over with a wide smile. You knew she wouldn’t fully understand the extent of your words until she was older, but what you said was true.
>”I’m really glad,” she finally said, closing her eyes. “I really love my mom. She’s the best pony ever and I wanna be just like her.”
“I know how you feel. Your mom’s my best friend and I do admire her. I know she loves you so much too.”
>”Auntie Fluttershy?”
“Hmm?”
>”I love you,” she said, her voice sleepy and slow.
“I love you too little sapling.” You curled your hoof around her and pulled her closer to you. “Sweet dreams.”