>You’ve gotten things done early to visit Twilight, and just arrived at Golden Oaks.
>Knocking, you wait around and hope she is up.
>Surely with magic she could help Addie fly, even if it’s only for a little bit, right?
>The door opens and Spike greets you.
>”Morning Anon, what are you doing here this early?”
“Morning Spike, is Twilight up? I got to ask her some questions and possibly a favor.”
>He nods and calls out.
>”Hey Twi, Anon is here to see you!”
>He heads back in with you following him.
>Books in a few stacks nearby, more or less the same as you last saw it.
>Twilight comes out of the kitchen with a smile on her face.
>”Good morning Anon, what can I help you with?”
“Hey there, do you know any flying spells?”
>She blinks and frowns.
>”Anon, I’m not sure what that kinda of spell would do to you, so I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
>You chuckle and shake your head.
“Poorly worded, my bad. What I meant was, do you know of any flying spells for a pony.”
>Her eyebrows raise and she nods.
>”Yes of course, one actually, but unfortunately it’s quite difficult to cast and the wings are very fragile.”
>Well shit.
>”Though I have to ask, who are you asking for about this spell?”
>You’d tell Twilight, but you don’t want to upset Addie.
“A friend of mine, she wants to fly.”
>”A friend of yours? That’s wonderful to hear Anon! Please tell me all about her. I want to write to the princess on how you made your first friend.”
>Her horn lights up and a parchment with quill float in front of her.
>You’d rather not spend all day answering Twilight’s questions, like you tried to do when you mentioned the internet.
“I’ll explain later, is there any other way for a pony to fly?”
>Twilight scrunches, but sighs.
>She floats the parchment and quill back to their previous places.

>”Fine, but other than some vehicles, like a balloon, there isn’t much to say. Of course there is a history of ponies trying to fly that aren’t pegasus ponies of course.”
>Now you’ve done it.
>Her horn ignites again, and several books float around her as she beams.
>”One of the earliest recorded cases was the Flight Brothers attempting to fly using a self propelled machine on the Firefly runway. Of course it didn’t work, but that didn’t stop them from attempting-”
>You cut her off.
“Please, no history lessons today.”
>She gives you a small glare and huffs.
>”It’s actually interesting when you give it a chance.”
>Probably is, but that’s not what you’re here for.
“Do you know of any ponies who deal with flight? They might be able to help.”
>Setting the books down, she brings her hoof to her chin and starts to think.
>”Hmm...Actually, there is several in the town. I can give you a list of names, but to be honest, they will likely tell you the same thing I did.”
“Doesn’t matter, I’ll give it a shot.”
>Her smile widens.
>”I haven’t known you for that long Anon, but it’s surprising to see somepony mean this much to you. Is she your marefriend by any chance?”
>Where the fuck did that come from?
“What? No, she’s my friend. I have only known for a little under a week.”
>Twilight giggles and waves her hoof.
>”Sorry, had to tease you a little. Give me just a moment to get the names for you.”
>You know Rarity can be like that, but seeing Twilight do it, is a little worrying.
>As she is writing down the names, you look at the nearby clock to see how much time you have left.
>It’s going to be cutting it close, but you did tell her around noon, so there’s that.
>As soon as Twilight floats you the letter, you dash outside quickly.
“Thanks Twilight, see you later!”
>You hear her call out as you leave.

>”You’re welcome, but remember to tell me later for the letter to the princess!”
>You’re borderline running, trying not to run into anypony.
>Along the way you think back to what was said.
>Are you two really friends?
>Probably, she did confide in you about her dreams.
>As for what you’re doing for her, yeah that is a bit much for someone you barely know.
>Why are you doing this?
>It’s not like you two are dating, but you feel some kind of compulsion to help her.
>A need to care for another?
>Yeah, lets go with that.
>You arrive at Addie’s and knock at the door a little winded.
>Got to start working out more.
>The locks get undone and Addie opens the door.
“Hi Addie.”
>Her gold eyes focus on you, and she doesn’t appear to be as frightened as previously.
>”...H-hello Anon...Come inside...”
>You follow her in and walk to the center of the room.
>”...Um Anon…?”
>Looking over to Addie, she is nervously shuffling.
>Probably wants to try something different.
>”...Could you sit by the window…?...I’d like to try a different angle...”
>Called it.
>You bring a chair by the front window and sit.
>”...Also, if it-it’s not too much to ask...But could you look out it…?”
“Yeah, sure.”
>You look out it and eventually you hear her start to sketch away.

>Your moving as fast as you can, making sure to make as little mistakes as possible.
>Something inside of you drives you to make this a better drawing.
>Maybe something more than acceptable.
>Doubtful, you never make anything that good.
>As you finish putting on the final touches, you notice a few mistakes.
>You pause, and let out a small sigh.
>How’d you miss those?
>Erasing the mistakes, you start up again.
>Yesterday you confided in Anon, you’re not sure why.
>A part of you screamed no, but the other half said yes.
>You stop sketching and look it over again.

“...It’s okay...Could be better...”
>Looking over to Anon, he is still looking out the window.
>You grab the picture and bring it over to him.
>As you try to show it to him, he jumps.
>”Huh? Oh, you’re finished.”
>Strange, this is the first time you actually scared him.
>His eyes study the picture and like the previous times, he smiles.
>”It looks great, almost like you took a picture of me with a camera.”
>Though he says that, you still feel like he is saying that to make you feel better.
“...Thank you...How about this time y-you lean against the chair...”
>He stands up, goes around and rests his hands on the back of the chair.
>”Like this?”
“...Yes...That’s per-perfect...”
>You trot back to the easel to set up again.
>Would be nice if you could stop stuttering around him.
>Makes you look like a stupid filly and you know it.
>Shaking your head, you start to focus.
>Another sheet is ready, and you pick up your pencil to begin.
>Though you pause this time.
>You take the time to truly take the whole scene in.
>Then you begin to sketch.
>Try to focus on how his clothes hug his body, the look of concentration on his face.
>It’s always the little details that matter the most.
>Slowly his form takes shape on the sheet, along with the chair.
>You finish up the sketch, adding a last minute shading to his arm.
>Your eyes dart back and forth from him to the picture again.
>It slowly dawns on you.
>This is probably the best sketch you’ve done thus far.
>The small bit of joy you feel makes your heart flutter.
>You shift from side to side in a little dance.
>Anon must’ve noticed and started to talk.
>”Are you alright? Is the drawing finished.”
>You stop suddenly and your face heats up.
“...Ye-yeah it’s all done...Co-come and see...”
>As he approaches, you turn your head away from him.
>You hear him stand next to you looking at the picture.

>What’s gotten into you?
>Before you go too deep into thought, he starts to talk.
>”Seriously Addie, you should consider seeing if a museum will accept your works.”
>You’ve seen plenty of art, this isn’t on the same level.
“...I-I’d rather not...”
>”I’m not trying to push you, it’s just that good.”
“...No, it really isn’t A-Anon...”
>You hear him shift and let out a sigh.
>”I know you don’t see it, but this is really good Addie. I’d like to help you see that.”
>Your feel that feeling from before in your heart again.
“...Why...Why help me..?”
>”Well, I’d like to think we’re friends, and friends help one another.”
>You’ve heard others say that before, but it’s hard to believe it.
>Should you really believe him?
>Are you two really friends?
>…
>While you’re not completely sure, you desperately want it to be true.
>At least one more shot in your life to see if it’s possible.
>You turn your head and look up at him.
>He is looking down at you with that smile he likes to wear.
“...Yeah...G-guess we are friends...”
>Anon’s smile widens.
>”Happy to hear that.”
>His eyes go up to the nearby clock and his smile fades.
>”I’m gonna get going home, take care Addie.”
>As he starts to go, you pick up the drawing from earlier and trot over to him.
“...Wa-wait...I want you to have this one too...”
>He looks at it and gives you a concerned look.
>”Are you sure? You already gave me one before.”
>You nod.
“...Yeah, friends give each other gifts...Right..?”
>Anon beams and accepts the picture.
>”Yes they do.”
“...Goodbye Anon...”
>”Goodbye Addie.”
>You shut the door behind him and let yourself think aloud again.
“...Maybe I can enjoy this for once...Maybe...”