Getting back on my hooves...

It'll be okay, Flare. You're worrying for nothing!

The young colt sighed as he closed the door to his home, looking unsure as he looked out over the neighborhood. It was easy for her to say, what if somepony stared or laughed at him? He'd been holed up in the house for too long, he knew this was true, but this didn't make him any less nervous. It was the first time he'd been out on his own since the accident.

He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, making his way down the cobble path from his home , limping at his odd gait. He'd adapted well to having to walk on three legs, and could just about run as well as any other foal. He looked backwards towards his bandaged flank, sighing softly. He'd been much more melancholy since it'd happened.

He lifted his head and looked around as he made his way to the town square, there were so many ponies running about, big and small. It was both comforting and nerve wracking to see so many. What if someone started to stare or laugh? He tried to cover his bandaged flank with his short tail, feeling self conscious all of a sudden.

[Feel free to join! I'd love to RP with some younger pony characters! ^^ anyone can join don't be shy!]

Inked Paper was walking down Town Square, his brother was out somewhere, and he was stuck keeping care of the house again, not that the little filly minded, the work gave him something to do, especially since he was normally too cold or too cruel to have any friends.

There doesn't seem to be many other foals around today, huh? Bummer.

Flare scanned the ponies making their way through the town square, it would be a lot easier to talk to someone his age than an adult. Or at least he thought so. He was fine speaking to adults, but it was always easier to relate to someone your own age, right?

He sighed and was about to give up looking when he caught sight of another pony who looked to be around his age. Finally! He smiled and made his way over to the other foal, limping with his three legged gait before hesitating thoughtfully, he doesn't look too happy. I wonder what's wrong. Maybe he needs a friend?

When the young colt got closer he wobbled slightly as he balanced on two legs to wave a hoof at the other young pony, "Hello! I don't think we've met! Name's Flare!" He gave him a friendly smile, maybe today wouldn't be all that bad.

"And I care why?" Inked said, then wondering why he was always so cruel, maybe for once, he could make a friend." I mean.. My names Inked Paper, and yes, I dont think we have met."

Marcan walked down the street his head in his books. He bumped into Inked Paper and lost his concentration dropping his books accidentally all over Inked Paper. "I-I'm so-sorry! I-I wasn't p-paying at-attention..." He said. He used his magic and picked up the books and placed them in his saddlebags. "I-I'm M-Marcan Ell-Ellian. N-Nice to m-meet y-you." He said extending a shaky hoof.

Flare looked momentarily shocked by the response, trying to construct a response in his head until the young colt spoke again, he gave him a smile, "Ah, well it's a pleasure to meet you Inked Paper! It's always nice to make new friends I think!" He chuckled softly and looked curious, "Do you live around here somewhere?"

He was about to fire off a few more questions until he noticed another young colt coming up behind Inked, clearly engrossed in a book, "oh, uhm..." He flinched when he was too late, watching the poor colt's books scatter all over upon impact. He smiled and approached, helping him to collect his things and smiling, "Haha, that was quite a spill, you okay?" He could tell the other colt was fairly sh, and extended his own hoof in a friendly gesture to meet his, "same, you can cal me Flare!" He smiled wide, his melancholy momentarily forgotten with the presence of other ponies.

Inked Paper was trying so hard not to be cruel, like he usually was, mostly because before his brother left, he gave him a errand to make some friends. " Why, hello there Marcan, Im Inked Paper, and yes I do live around here Flare..." He said, and clearly hesitating as if he was holding back something.

"I'm fine thanks... I'm not the type to r-really p-pay attention t-to things.. if-if I'm reading of course." He said with a shy smile. "Not to be rude or impolite but, what happened to your leg and wing Flare? I-I'm sorry if-if I bring up b-bad memories I truly am." Marcan said looking at his hooves.

Flare gave Inked Paper a friendly smile, flapping his wing joyously when he confirmed that he did indeed live nearby, that would make being friends a lot easier! He smiled, "Well cool! it'll be nice to know more ponies my age that live around!"

His ears perked when he heard Marcan address him, looking a little uneasy for a moment before smiling at him, "You didn't, no worries! I got into a pretty nasty accident while flying a month or so back!" He reached a hoof to place it on his shoulder reassuringly, "No harm done, promise!"

Bright Sides wandered around the town square her eye squinted so tightly they almost seemed closed. For the last hour or so she had been wondering around town looking for her glasses, they had fallen off somewhere how or when she wasn't sure. Leave it to her to be the only foal in existence to not realize her glasses had fallen off.

So her search continued as she bumped and tumbled into things before she ran into something solid looking up through her ever blurry vision she saw what looked to be the shape of a pony so like any pony else she started to talk to it. "Hi there! Have you seen a red pair of glasses?!"

She asked bouncing in place only slightly. But the pony shape didn't speak back for you see this pony wasn't a pony but was really a pony shaped bush. But of course she didn't know this so there Bright Sides stood talking to a bush...in the middle of town square...

"Oh thank you.. I was worried I did something wrong..." Marcan said sheepishly then turned hearing the mare. 'A red pair of glasses.... OH!' He thought. He opened his saddlebags and floated out a pair of red glasses. "I will be right back!" Marcan said and reluctantly trotted over to the filly/mare. "H-Hi! I uh think I uh found y-your gl-glasses..." Marcan said floating them to her eyes.