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# Breakfast - The Festival of Lights

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1. >You are Shimmer Light.
2. >... You have to get back.
3. >Today's streets are especially packed because of tonight.
4. >The Festival of Lights...
5. >You hate the Festival of Lights.
6. >Everyone is always rushing around the market, making your trip more hectic than it needs to be.
7. >And you always have to go to the market on this day.
8. >No matter how many times you check over things, you still have to buy something.
9. >For example, you once broke your mop, another time you ran out of bread, then that one time...
10. >Every year.
11. >Luckily, you're on your way back to your house to lock yourself away from the world.
12. >Like always.
13. >It doesn't help the streets will be brighter than the sun once night falls.
14. >You pass by many different moths on your way back, most of them not being interesting enough to note.
15. >Though, you do notice the chubby one with the foals.
16. >The angry little foal is being obnoxious, like always, while the purple one is being unaware and the orange one is being... calm in comparison.
17. >Calm in general, actually.
18. >"Dandelion wants to stay up all night for the Festival!"
19. >The fat mare looking over then shakes her head.
20. >You can't stand to look in her direction any longer, your eyes might rot out.
21. >"Staying up all night isn't good for you."
22. >You hear a collective "Aw..."
23. >"Miss Butterscotch..."
24. >"Yes, Poppy?"
25. >"Who's that mare?"
26. >... She might be talking about you.
27. >You're walking away from them at this point, so you can't subtly glance to check.
28. >"I... don't know..."
29. >You're sure she's saying more, but you can't hear her anymore.
30. >That's fine, they'll never interact with you anyway.
31. >...
32. >The rest of your journey had only minor glances to moths you slightly recognized, like the peach one and the yellow one.
34. >However, you didn't see Hexferry.
35. >That means she's probably going to leave her house as you approach it.
36. >You're almost home, meaning it's only a matter of seconds.
37. >The street is empty here, since it's so far away from the center of the village.
38. >And...
39. >Her door opens.
40. >Fantastic.
41. >She walks into your path.
42. >That's fine, you'll go right. You don't need to-
43. >She moves back into your way.
44. >Okay, everything's good, you'll move left and-
45. >She's doing this on purpose. She isn't letting you pass by.
46. >You're quite angry now, but you won't let it show.
47. >You ready your wings to fly over her.
48. >She does the same.
49. >She's looking directly at you.
50. >...
51. >You stop a meter away from her.
52. >The two of you stand in silence.
53. >You can't really talk right now, you have a bag of groceries in your mouth.
54. >So you stare at her.
55. >"Hey, what are you doing tonight?"
56. >... You really hope she isn't serious.
57. >You don't react.
58. >She doesn't look embarrassed or scared, she looks neutral.
59. >"You're always so alone, maybe we could spend the Festival together."
60. >She's serious.
61. >You don't react.
62. >She's surprisingly still calm. You expected her to have lost her will to pursue you by now.
63. >"We don't have to be near anyone else, they're too loud anyway. Wouldn't it be nice to spend some time with someone for a change?"
64. >... She's implying you care in the slightest about anyone besides yourself.
65. >You don't.
66. >"What do you say?"
67. >...
68. >You move the bag so you're now carrying it with your right hoof.
69. >Your expression doesn't change as you stare her down.
70. >You close the distance between you.
71. >Her eyes are only inches from yours.
73. >Her composure hasn't left her.
74. >...
75. "No."
76. >You turn away and continue toward you house, passing by her as you put the bag's handle back into your mouth.
77. >You're almost to your door, the last you'll see of the outside world before being shut away for the night. You are almost-
78. >Hexferry lands in front of your door.
79. >Her cool air is very obviously gone. Her expression now matches yours.
80. >Anger.
81. >"Why not? Is it so wrong someone wants to be with you? I just want to get to know you, maybe become good friends with you!"
82. >... You can hardly believe this.
83. >She's spouting more stupidity than you've ever heard in the same five seconds.
84. >That shouldn't even be possible.
85. >You're not going to take any more of this.
86. >You place yourself beside her, put your hoof on her side, lean away from her...
87. >And put your entire body's force into shoving her away.
88. >She certainly didn't see it coming, because she flew like a pebble being thrown.
89. >She squeaks in surprise as she sails to the side of your house.
90. >You don't look at her, you only look at your door as you open it, walk in and close it behind you.
91. >Unfortunately, that doesn't stop Hexferry.
92. >She pounds her hooves on your door.
93. >"What is your problem?!"
94. >You move into the kitchen.
95. >"Do you react this way to everyone who tries to get near you?!"
96. >You place the bag next to the refrigerator.
97. >"Maybe that's why you're so alone!"
98. >...
99. >That one didn't even have any effort behind it.
100. >Whatever, she'll go away eventually.
101. >You have a day and night to spend inside away from everyone else.
102. >Needless to say, you had a much better time than you would have it you'd spent any more time with Hexferry.

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>You are Shimmer Light. >... You have to get back. >Today's streets are especially packed because of tonight. >The Festival of Lights... >You hate the Festival of Lights. >Everyone is always rushing around the market, making your trip more hectic than it needs to be. >And you always have to go to the market on this day. >No matter how many times you check over things, you still have to buy something. >For example, you once broke your mop, another time you ran out of bread, then that one time... >Every year. >Luckily, you're on your way back to your house to lock yourself away from the world. >Like always. >It doesn't help the streets will be brighter than the sun once night falls. >You pass by many different moths on your way back, most of them not being interesting enough to note. >Though, you do notice the chubby one with the foals. >The angry little foal is being obnoxious, like always, while the purple one is being unaware and the orange one is being... calm in comparison. >Calm in general, actually. >"Dandelion wants to stay up all night for the Festival!" >The fat mare looking over then shakes her head. >You can't stand to look in her direction any longer, your eyes might rot out. >"Staying up all night isn't good for you." >You hear a collective "Aw..." >"Miss Butterscotch..." >"Yes, Poppy?" >"Who's that mare?" >... She might be talking about you. >You're walking away from them at this point, so you can't subtly glance to check. >"I... don't know..." >You're sure she's saying more, but you can't hear her anymore. >That's fine, they'll never interact with you anyway. >... >The rest of your journey had only minor glances to moths you slightly recognized, like the peach one and the yellow one. >However, you didn't see Hexferry. >That means she's probably going to leave her house as you approach it. >You're almost home, meaning it's only a matter of seconds. >The street is empty here, since it's so far away from the center of the village. >And... >Her door opens. >Fantastic. >She walks into your path. >That's fine, you'll go right. You don't need to- >She moves back into your way. >Okay, everything's good, you'll move left and- >She's doing this on purpose. She isn't letting you pass by. >You're quite angry now, but you won't let it show. >You ready your wings to fly over her. >She does the same. >She's looking directly at you. >... >You stop a meter away from her. >The two of you stand in silence. >You can't really talk right now, you have a bag of groceries in your mouth. >So you stare at her. >"Hey, what are you doing tonight?" >... You really hope she isn't serious. >You don't react. >She doesn't look embarrassed or scared, she looks neutral. >"You're always so alone, maybe we could spend the Festival together." >She's serious. >You don't react. >She's surprisingly still calm. You expected her to have lost her will to pursue you by now. >"We don't have to be near anyone else, they're too loud anyway. Wouldn't it be nice to spend some time with someone for a change?" >... She's implying you care in the slightest about anyone besides yourself. >You don't. >"What do you say?" >... >You move the bag so you're now carrying it with your right hoof. >Your expression doesn't change as you stare her down. >You close the distance between you. >Her eyes are only inches from yours. >Her composure hasn't left her. >... "No." >You turn away and continue toward you house, passing by her as you put the bag's handle back into your mouth. >You're almost to your door, the last you'll see of the outside world before being shut away for the night. You are almost- >Hexferry lands in front of your door. >Her cool air is very obviously gone. Her expression now matches yours. >Anger. >"Why not? Is it so wrong someone wants to be with you? I just want to get to know you, maybe become good friends with you!" >... You can hardly believe this. >She's spouting more stupidity than you've ever heard in the same five seconds. >That shouldn't even be possible. >You're not going to take any more of this. >You place yourself beside her, put your hoof on her side, lean away from her... >And put your entire body's force into shoving her away. >She certainly didn't see it coming, because she flew like a pebble being thrown. >She squeaks in surprise as she sails to the side of your house. >You don't look at her, you only look at your door as you open it, walk in and close it behind you. >Unfortunately, that doesn't stop Hexferry. >She pounds her hooves on your door. >"What is your problem?!" >You move into the kitchen. >"Do you react this way to everyone who tries to get near you?!" >You place the bag next to the refrigerator. >"Maybe that's why you're so alone!" >... >That one didn't even have any effort behind it. >Whatever, she'll go away eventually. >You have a day and night to spend inside away from everyone else. >Needless to say, you had a much better time than you would have it you'd spent any more time with Hexferry.