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09/24/11(Sat)02:37 No.29950757
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 >>29949754 part 1, previous thread
(I'm re-using "bondage", the second reply from part one since that was all last thread. Also, I'm going to bed now.)
They hadn't changed my room from how I'd left it; I'd packed for Ponyville in a hurry last summer, and I didn't take much with me. While studying, I had lived at home and walked to the school; Mom's position as an astronomer meant a home close to the university and the palace (though one could hardly tell where one ended and the other began).
I gaped at all the stuff I'd left behind. Favorite toys, desk piled high with papers, books completely unsorted in piles on the floor. My desk was still a mess.
As I glanced through the papers, a wave of nostalgia hit me. I had been studying the properties of prophecies on causal chains, which had led me to the book that had started my grand adventure. I smiled; I'd have to publish a paper on earthpony magic and possible paradoxes, with Pinkie Pie as my prime precedent.
Curious to see what else I'd left here, I started opening drawers. There was a casual saddle that Rarity would insist on replacing, a set of shoes with worn soles, and a "paste" necklace that I'd always found fascinating to sit and look at. She'd probably cluck her tongue and insist on giving me a rare amethyst set in silver if she saw it. She would claim I was in bondage to the past, not looking at the bright and wonderful future.
My glance shifted from item to item, seeing them with fresh eyes. Each harkened back to simpler days, days I now realized were lonely and filled with afternoons of writing and reading, sometimes playing, but always trying to understand the world. And now it all seemed so... childish.
By Celestia's mane, had I changed so much in just one year? How had I grown from an asocial bookworm to a cherished friend and erstwhile leader? How had friendship transformed me, shaped me, and given me new purpose? |
