Post by ForgottenExistance on Jul 13, 2013 5:24:38 GMT
-General Stuff-
Name: Aurora Sky
Nickname/Alias(es): Sky.
Race: Earth Pony
Gender: Female
Age: Adult Mare
Additional Status: Though she has fame in the higher echelons of royalty for being an inspiring artist, Aurora often makes paintings for the sheer sake of creativity, and for capturing moments of beauty for those unfortunate few who cannot see the beauty for themselves.
-Physical Stuff-
Pelt Color: Aurora's pelt is a gentle yellow color, which has a few minor dull sections. The most evident of which is on her head, around her right eye and on her muzzle.
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Aurora's mane and tale are a dull orange, giving her a palate of a sunset in fall. Both are kept long, and styled in a very Canterlot-esque form; wavy and flowing evenly.
Eye Color: While her eyes are a vivid, dark green, her right eye is paled by a milky film. This makes it quite obvious that she has lost the ability to see in that eye, though her left is still quite capable of sight.
Cutie Mark: A single paintbrush dipped in dark orange paint.
Other Scars/Markings: Though she has several faded scars and burns from head to toe, most of them aren't easily discernible. The only obvious method of telling where the burns are is to look for where her pelt is a shade lighter then the rest, where the hair follicles were damaged by the heat. Her right eye is also blind, and is covered by a milky film that makes it significantly more dull then her functioning eye. Apart from this, she has a general limp on the left side, and will often favor it.
Physique: Aurora is by no means a big mare. She has a very light frame, with very little in the way of muscle or fat. This, however, is progressively being rectified through her attempts at reclaiming her physical abilities. She is quite on the tall side though, which results in a very lanky figure when mixed with her light frame. With her permanent limp, this makes her look sickly even on the best of days, which is often the cause of other ponies inquiries.
-Social Stuff-
Current Residence: Canterlot, in the Residential section nearest the castle.
Job: Professional painter.
Mother: Silver Script
Father: Allegro Ballad
Sibling(s): N/A
Other Family: Lingering Chords (Uncle, deceased), Jumpstart (Aunt, deceased).
Closest Friends: Dancing Fire (Deceased), Spirited Sprint (Deceased).
Courting/Courted By: N/A
Mate: Everest Rhymes (Deceased)
Foal(s): N/A
-Personality Stuff-
Likes: Though Aurora has had troubles in the past, the thing she loves more than anything is life. She apreciates every single moment of her existence, and lives every moment for those who were unfortunate enough to lose theirs. Atop that, she also adores anything artistic, and will easily fall into a conversation about art for hours without having a problem with it. She sees everything as a potential canvas, and that at any moment, an idea might be worth capturing. Aside from that, Aurora also apreciates honesty, even if she might not like what the other pony has to say. Reading a good book, or taking the time to look out her window now and then is all the enjoyment that she needs, and will often seek solace in either a good book or a painting of her own.
Dislikes: Aurora hates it when others fail to see the beauty of their own lives. She sees every moment of existance as a chance to live for yourself, and to live for those who can't. When another pony feels sorry for themself every day, and lets it prevent them from doing things, she sees it as something to be rectified. It doesn't call for pitty or for anger, when somepony doesn't appreciate their own life, she feels like she needs to show them how to be happy with life. She also hates violence in all forms, whether it be justified or otherwise.
Motivation: Aurora lives every single day with a high appreciation of life. She's motivated by only two things though; her art, and living. Her art is obvious, she wants to spread her view of the world to every corner, not just to those who are rich enough to afford her paintings. She will make a point of going to other cities and villages just to make her art, and spread it freely to those who need a little bit of brightness in their lives. Living, on the other hand, isn't as cut-and-dry as wanting to stay simply alive. She wants everypony to appreciate their lives, in the same way that she does. When one fails to appreciate one's life, then they fail to appreciate all life, and Aurora aims to try and show the fault in ponies who don't appreciate their own life. When so much is wrong with life, the best thing to do is to love life itself.
Strengths: Aurora is almost always joyful. While she does have her moments where life will push her down, she always picks herself back up. Her ability to see the good in every situation is often infectious, and she will often make other ponies see the same view. This is the same effect with her artistic state of mind; she can make anypony see the beauty of seemingly ugly situations. It isn't anything practical like combat experience, or being able to manipulate ponies, but she sees it as a strength of its own. To see past the dreary haze of pain and suffering, to be able to pull back the veil and see the beauty underneath, she sees it as an art form of its own.
Weaknesses/Flaws: Aurora is single-minded and highly dogmatic. She sees her way as being the only way, and will sometimes flat-out refuse to do things if they can't be done her way. When other ponies feel sorry for themselves, she takes it upon herself to show them how beautiful life can be, and will make a point of showing them that there's always something to be happy about. This proves to be a gargantuan task sometimes, and will often make her feel unaccomplished when the other pony doesn't seem to learn anything.
Fears: Though Aurora isn't paranoid, she has a healthy amount of fear for plenty of things. She is utterly terrified of flying, and will hardly go closer then a meter towards fire. While this is also the case, and she claims that she is moving on with her life, she is also highly afraid of falling in love with somepony. This is something she will not admit to herself, and buries it under her art.
Personality: Aurora makes a point of being cheerful, even when things get her down. She puts one hoof in front of the other every single day so that she can live for those who are unfortunate enough to no longer be living. Her artistic personality gives her the ability to see everything as a potential canvas, and allows her to see the beauty in every situation, and in every pony. Lying, though an art of itself, isn't an art form that Aurora enjoys, and will actively avoid all forms of it. While she has every reason to be bitter and closed off, Aurora stays very far from these traits, and is instead very open and cheerful. She has no problem with chatting to any pony on the side of the street just at a heart's whim. This being said, she is also a very good friend, and will always stand next to her friends when they need any support. She's always a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to talk to when it's needed. While she's no psychologist, she sees her experiences as something to be learnt from, and will often draw on her past as something to help her friends get through their own tough times.
Background:
"Well, Miss Sky, we'd like to thank you for talking with us today. I'm sure it's not easy for you. If you don't mind, I'd like it if we could just jump right in. Tell us a little about yourself, and your experience."
"No, thank you Doctor. I'm glad to share my experience with others, it makes it a little easier to bear. My name is Aurora Sky, and I'm an Earth Pony from Ponyville. Me and my parents, we lived in a pleasant little cabin at the edge of the town's limits. My dad was a conductor, and my mother was a writer, so as you could expect, I grew up seeing the creative side of things. I spent a lot of time drawing, and eventually painting, the landscapes just outside of our cabin. I'd spend hours staring at the sky and just making rough sketches of what I saw. My dad always complained that I wasted more paper then mom did, but I think they appreciated my ability to draw. Especially since I eventually earned my Cutie Mark after discovering my aptitude for painting. It just brought me such joy to bring the colorful landscapes and even more colorful ponies to life on a piece of canvas. It was like my art was my child, and it grew in the same way I did. My pieces had a life of their own..."
"Of course, we eventually had to move. As you can imagine, there were very few opportunities for a conductor in Ponyville. We wound up moving to Trottingham when I was still only a filly, not even out of grade school yet. I didn't complain very much, I didn't think much of my friends there. They just weren't my crowd, for some reason. So, off we went to the city, with brighter lights on the horizon, and far more chances for me to paint. I spent the majority of my life there; I graduated school, moved on to the Conservative Of Arts, the whole works. Life was rather uneventful for the longest time, it was just canvas after canvas for me. But I was painting my own life, and that was something that every mare can appreciate."
"In my second year of the C of A, I met a handsome young lad by the name of Everest Rhymes. Oh, he had such a way of making words touch the emotions of your heart. His poems were like liquid emotions, burning through to your very core. It was a sort of creativity that was unbecoming of the royal family line that he came from. He was the odd-one-out in his family, and he couldn't have been more happy. A Unicorn from Canterlot practicing the fine arts of poetry. He thought that the whole irony of the situation was...well...poetic."
"Everest was just so full of life and joy, he could turn any situation just with one of his charming smiles. And when his looks didn't work, he need only to speak a single phrase of rhythmic beauty to turn all emotion in the room to his preferences. He could have done anything he wanted in life, he could have become famous through any means. Instead, he chose to write poetry for the good of ponykind, giving unto them a gift freely. His pay mattered little to him, because all he cared about was being able to spread his work to any pony he felt needed it the most."
"We grew close over the next two years in the Conservative, and our fast friendship blossomed into a beautiful relationship. The best way to put it was that were were two pieces of one pony; a two piece puzzle that needed both halves to be a whole. We brought out the best of each other, we brought out the worst of each other, and we loved each other all the same. We faced hardships, we had our scuffles, but we always came out on top in the end, usually better for it. Everything was an experience, and the best we could do was to take it all on; together."
"We decided to get married almost the moment we graduated from the Conservative, it was an unavoidable fate. Two souls made so perfectly for each other, it's inevitable. While we decided to move in to his inherited residence in Canterlot, I opted to be married in Ponyville in the Fall, just in time to catch the Running of the Leafs. It was always my favorite time when I lived there, to just watch all the leafs falling from the trees in such a beautiful spectrum. It was picture perfect in my mind, and nothing could get in the way of us getting married. Though we spent the summer making money through our own artistic ways, we did so as fiance's, not as simple lovers. We were betrothed to be married, and that spark burned brightly enough to keep our excitement up."
"Our parents agreed to meet us in Ponyville, and would let us take an airship from Canterlot to Ponyville. The ship was a touring ship, that was scheduled for a two day flight from Canterlot and around the valley, and finally stop in Ponyville. It might not have been the most direct way, but we weren't looking for direct. It was a romantic and poetic method of arriving, even if it was with a load of civilians who we had never met, and a few of our wedding attendees. But it was perfect. We spent hours just making friends with ponies we had never met, and regaled them with poetry and paintings. Oh, our love was infectious, it was something that could turn the darkest frown into a beaming grin in the matter of seconds."
"I...don't exactly recall what happened on the ship. But at some point during its first evening of the journey in the valley, something went terribly wrong, and a majority of the ship exploded in mid-flight nearly instantaneously. I was knocked unconscious after the first blast, and so was shielded from actually having to witness any of it. The last thing I remember clearly was laying down in my bed on the ship, looking to catch a few hours rest before the sun rose. And then, I woke up sixteen months later, in a hospital back in Canterlot."
"I spent a long time after I woke up gathering facts and reports about what had happened. I read somewhere that it was a fuel-injection line fault that had caused the explosion. I read that over sixty ponies died instantly on that ship, and another thirty two died soon after from their injuries. Of the ninety five ponies that were on that flight, only three of us survived outright. I also read that one of those ponies was left with unbearable mental trauma, and the other was left in an orphanage. But these were all just statistics to me, something that painted the outlines, but none of the colors. It was nothing like the incident reports."
"The incident reports colored enough in that I had no more questions. They told me that I had been hit in the head by a steel support rod that had come loose during the initial explosion, and had knocked me into the coma through direct blunt trauma to the cerebral cortex. They told me that I had been crushed by close to triple my weight in burning metal when the ship hit the ground, and they also told me that I lied in the burning wreckage for three hours before the rescue ponies arrived and pulled the survivors from the crash. And, according to the incident reports, Everest was already on his deathbed when they found him next to me. He could have easily saved himself by tying off his wounds, or cauterizing them. But instead, he spent three hours trying to wake me up from my coma."
"In my dream, I heard him. He was there, calling for me, and guiding me. The dream seemed to only last for four weeks...but he called to me in every single one of my dreams. Every time I thought that I woke up, only to sink further into the darkness, his voice would call me back into the light. Even though he died, I can't help but feel like he saved me. He rescued me from the darkness, and always pulled me back into the light."
"I thought that I woke up several times during my dream, and every time, I thought it would be the last. Every time I woke up, I was more and more confident that it would finally be me waking up in the real world, and everything was a terrible dream. Even now, sometimes I have difficulty believing that this is actually the real world. I keep expecting to wake up back in the hospital by my self, or even back on that airship with him. But, somehow, Everest made me wake up. He recalled me to life."
"A lot of ponies wonder if the crash changed me, if I feel like anything is different about me after missing sixteen months out of my life. While I would usually say that the only thing missing from my life is Everest, I realized recently that this is a lie. I walk through Ponyville or Canterlot, and the places that I had been to so many times before seem only like hazy memories to me. I found myself walking into a music store once, when I had originally set out to find my favorite restaurant. It's like trying to see a picture through muddy water, and that's at the best of times. Sometimes, things just seem to flow by me, like I'm watching from somepony else's eye."
"But then there are the times when I can't even recognize myself in the mirror. There are the days when I want to curl up and cry, and feel sorry for myself. But I don't. I don't give up because I know that I have to keep living for Everest, and for the other ponies who died that day. I live on for them, and I paint for them, and I eat for them, and I drink for them, and I draw every single breath for them. I live because they didn't, and I hope because they can't."
"And in my entire experience, I've learned one single thing. That is; you are never alone. You may feel like nopony understands what you're going through, but you have family. You have friends. And more importantly, the loved ones that you've lost are always with you in your heart. I know that every single day, somewhere out there, Everest is telling me to go on, and put one hoof in front of the other. Like he would so often tell everypony he met; Life is a gift, that's why they call it the present."
"And so long as I still live, I will cherish every single moment that I have it."
Name: Aurora Sky
Nickname/Alias(es): Sky.
Race: Earth Pony
Gender: Female
Age: Adult Mare
Additional Status: Though she has fame in the higher echelons of royalty for being an inspiring artist, Aurora often makes paintings for the sheer sake of creativity, and for capturing moments of beauty for those unfortunate few who cannot see the beauty for themselves.
-Physical Stuff-
Pelt Color: Aurora's pelt is a gentle yellow color, which has a few minor dull sections. The most evident of which is on her head, around her right eye and on her muzzle.
Mane/Tail Color and Style: Aurora's mane and tale are a dull orange, giving her a palate of a sunset in fall. Both are kept long, and styled in a very Canterlot-esque form; wavy and flowing evenly.
Eye Color: While her eyes are a vivid, dark green, her right eye is paled by a milky film. This makes it quite obvious that she has lost the ability to see in that eye, though her left is still quite capable of sight.
Cutie Mark: A single paintbrush dipped in dark orange paint.
Other Scars/Markings: Though she has several faded scars and burns from head to toe, most of them aren't easily discernible. The only obvious method of telling where the burns are is to look for where her pelt is a shade lighter then the rest, where the hair follicles were damaged by the heat. Her right eye is also blind, and is covered by a milky film that makes it significantly more dull then her functioning eye. Apart from this, she has a general limp on the left side, and will often favor it.
Physique: Aurora is by no means a big mare. She has a very light frame, with very little in the way of muscle or fat. This, however, is progressively being rectified through her attempts at reclaiming her physical abilities. She is quite on the tall side though, which results in a very lanky figure when mixed with her light frame. With her permanent limp, this makes her look sickly even on the best of days, which is often the cause of other ponies inquiries.
-Social Stuff-
Current Residence: Canterlot, in the Residential section nearest the castle.
Job: Professional painter.
Mother: Silver Script
Father: Allegro Ballad
Sibling(s): N/A
Other Family: Lingering Chords (Uncle, deceased), Jumpstart (Aunt, deceased).
Closest Friends: Dancing Fire (Deceased), Spirited Sprint (Deceased).
Courting/Courted By: N/A
Mate: Everest Rhymes (Deceased)
Foal(s): N/A
-Personality Stuff-
Likes: Though Aurora has had troubles in the past, the thing she loves more than anything is life. She apreciates every single moment of her existence, and lives every moment for those who were unfortunate enough to lose theirs. Atop that, she also adores anything artistic, and will easily fall into a conversation about art for hours without having a problem with it. She sees everything as a potential canvas, and that at any moment, an idea might be worth capturing. Aside from that, Aurora also apreciates honesty, even if she might not like what the other pony has to say. Reading a good book, or taking the time to look out her window now and then is all the enjoyment that she needs, and will often seek solace in either a good book or a painting of her own.
Dislikes: Aurora hates it when others fail to see the beauty of their own lives. She sees every moment of existance as a chance to live for yourself, and to live for those who can't. When another pony feels sorry for themself every day, and lets it prevent them from doing things, she sees it as something to be rectified. It doesn't call for pitty or for anger, when somepony doesn't appreciate their own life, she feels like she needs to show them how to be happy with life. She also hates violence in all forms, whether it be justified or otherwise.
Motivation: Aurora lives every single day with a high appreciation of life. She's motivated by only two things though; her art, and living. Her art is obvious, she wants to spread her view of the world to every corner, not just to those who are rich enough to afford her paintings. She will make a point of going to other cities and villages just to make her art, and spread it freely to those who need a little bit of brightness in their lives. Living, on the other hand, isn't as cut-and-dry as wanting to stay simply alive. She wants everypony to appreciate their lives, in the same way that she does. When one fails to appreciate one's life, then they fail to appreciate all life, and Aurora aims to try and show the fault in ponies who don't appreciate their own life. When so much is wrong with life, the best thing to do is to love life itself.
Strengths: Aurora is almost always joyful. While she does have her moments where life will push her down, she always picks herself back up. Her ability to see the good in every situation is often infectious, and she will often make other ponies see the same view. This is the same effect with her artistic state of mind; she can make anypony see the beauty of seemingly ugly situations. It isn't anything practical like combat experience, or being able to manipulate ponies, but she sees it as a strength of its own. To see past the dreary haze of pain and suffering, to be able to pull back the veil and see the beauty underneath, she sees it as an art form of its own.
Weaknesses/Flaws: Aurora is single-minded and highly dogmatic. She sees her way as being the only way, and will sometimes flat-out refuse to do things if they can't be done her way. When other ponies feel sorry for themselves, she takes it upon herself to show them how beautiful life can be, and will make a point of showing them that there's always something to be happy about. This proves to be a gargantuan task sometimes, and will often make her feel unaccomplished when the other pony doesn't seem to learn anything.
Fears: Though Aurora isn't paranoid, she has a healthy amount of fear for plenty of things. She is utterly terrified of flying, and will hardly go closer then a meter towards fire. While this is also the case, and she claims that she is moving on with her life, she is also highly afraid of falling in love with somepony. This is something she will not admit to herself, and buries it under her art.
Personality: Aurora makes a point of being cheerful, even when things get her down. She puts one hoof in front of the other every single day so that she can live for those who are unfortunate enough to no longer be living. Her artistic personality gives her the ability to see everything as a potential canvas, and allows her to see the beauty in every situation, and in every pony. Lying, though an art of itself, isn't an art form that Aurora enjoys, and will actively avoid all forms of it. While she has every reason to be bitter and closed off, Aurora stays very far from these traits, and is instead very open and cheerful. She has no problem with chatting to any pony on the side of the street just at a heart's whim. This being said, she is also a very good friend, and will always stand next to her friends when they need any support. She's always a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to talk to when it's needed. While she's no psychologist, she sees her experiences as something to be learnt from, and will often draw on her past as something to help her friends get through their own tough times.
Background:
"Well, Miss Sky, we'd like to thank you for talking with us today. I'm sure it's not easy for you. If you don't mind, I'd like it if we could just jump right in. Tell us a little about yourself, and your experience."
"No, thank you Doctor. I'm glad to share my experience with others, it makes it a little easier to bear. My name is Aurora Sky, and I'm an Earth Pony from Ponyville. Me and my parents, we lived in a pleasant little cabin at the edge of the town's limits. My dad was a conductor, and my mother was a writer, so as you could expect, I grew up seeing the creative side of things. I spent a lot of time drawing, and eventually painting, the landscapes just outside of our cabin. I'd spend hours staring at the sky and just making rough sketches of what I saw. My dad always complained that I wasted more paper then mom did, but I think they appreciated my ability to draw. Especially since I eventually earned my Cutie Mark after discovering my aptitude for painting. It just brought me such joy to bring the colorful landscapes and even more colorful ponies to life on a piece of canvas. It was like my art was my child, and it grew in the same way I did. My pieces had a life of their own..."
"Of course, we eventually had to move. As you can imagine, there were very few opportunities for a conductor in Ponyville. We wound up moving to Trottingham when I was still only a filly, not even out of grade school yet. I didn't complain very much, I didn't think much of my friends there. They just weren't my crowd, for some reason. So, off we went to the city, with brighter lights on the horizon, and far more chances for me to paint. I spent the majority of my life there; I graduated school, moved on to the Conservative Of Arts, the whole works. Life was rather uneventful for the longest time, it was just canvas after canvas for me. But I was painting my own life, and that was something that every mare can appreciate."
"In my second year of the C of A, I met a handsome young lad by the name of Everest Rhymes. Oh, he had such a way of making words touch the emotions of your heart. His poems were like liquid emotions, burning through to your very core. It was a sort of creativity that was unbecoming of the royal family line that he came from. He was the odd-one-out in his family, and he couldn't have been more happy. A Unicorn from Canterlot practicing the fine arts of poetry. He thought that the whole irony of the situation was...well...poetic."
"Everest was just so full of life and joy, he could turn any situation just with one of his charming smiles. And when his looks didn't work, he need only to speak a single phrase of rhythmic beauty to turn all emotion in the room to his preferences. He could have done anything he wanted in life, he could have become famous through any means. Instead, he chose to write poetry for the good of ponykind, giving unto them a gift freely. His pay mattered little to him, because all he cared about was being able to spread his work to any pony he felt needed it the most."
"We grew close over the next two years in the Conservative, and our fast friendship blossomed into a beautiful relationship. The best way to put it was that were were two pieces of one pony; a two piece puzzle that needed both halves to be a whole. We brought out the best of each other, we brought out the worst of each other, and we loved each other all the same. We faced hardships, we had our scuffles, but we always came out on top in the end, usually better for it. Everything was an experience, and the best we could do was to take it all on; together."
"We decided to get married almost the moment we graduated from the Conservative, it was an unavoidable fate. Two souls made so perfectly for each other, it's inevitable. While we decided to move in to his inherited residence in Canterlot, I opted to be married in Ponyville in the Fall, just in time to catch the Running of the Leafs. It was always my favorite time when I lived there, to just watch all the leafs falling from the trees in such a beautiful spectrum. It was picture perfect in my mind, and nothing could get in the way of us getting married. Though we spent the summer making money through our own artistic ways, we did so as fiance's, not as simple lovers. We were betrothed to be married, and that spark burned brightly enough to keep our excitement up."
"Our parents agreed to meet us in Ponyville, and would let us take an airship from Canterlot to Ponyville. The ship was a touring ship, that was scheduled for a two day flight from Canterlot and around the valley, and finally stop in Ponyville. It might not have been the most direct way, but we weren't looking for direct. It was a romantic and poetic method of arriving, even if it was with a load of civilians who we had never met, and a few of our wedding attendees. But it was perfect. We spent hours just making friends with ponies we had never met, and regaled them with poetry and paintings. Oh, our love was infectious, it was something that could turn the darkest frown into a beaming grin in the matter of seconds."
"I...don't exactly recall what happened on the ship. But at some point during its first evening of the journey in the valley, something went terribly wrong, and a majority of the ship exploded in mid-flight nearly instantaneously. I was knocked unconscious after the first blast, and so was shielded from actually having to witness any of it. The last thing I remember clearly was laying down in my bed on the ship, looking to catch a few hours rest before the sun rose. And then, I woke up sixteen months later, in a hospital back in Canterlot."
"I spent a long time after I woke up gathering facts and reports about what had happened. I read somewhere that it was a fuel-injection line fault that had caused the explosion. I read that over sixty ponies died instantly on that ship, and another thirty two died soon after from their injuries. Of the ninety five ponies that were on that flight, only three of us survived outright. I also read that one of those ponies was left with unbearable mental trauma, and the other was left in an orphanage. But these were all just statistics to me, something that painted the outlines, but none of the colors. It was nothing like the incident reports."
"The incident reports colored enough in that I had no more questions. They told me that I had been hit in the head by a steel support rod that had come loose during the initial explosion, and had knocked me into the coma through direct blunt trauma to the cerebral cortex. They told me that I had been crushed by close to triple my weight in burning metal when the ship hit the ground, and they also told me that I lied in the burning wreckage for three hours before the rescue ponies arrived and pulled the survivors from the crash. And, according to the incident reports, Everest was already on his deathbed when they found him next to me. He could have easily saved himself by tying off his wounds, or cauterizing them. But instead, he spent three hours trying to wake me up from my coma."
"In my dream, I heard him. He was there, calling for me, and guiding me. The dream seemed to only last for four weeks...but he called to me in every single one of my dreams. Every time I thought that I woke up, only to sink further into the darkness, his voice would call me back into the light. Even though he died, I can't help but feel like he saved me. He rescued me from the darkness, and always pulled me back into the light."
"I thought that I woke up several times during my dream, and every time, I thought it would be the last. Every time I woke up, I was more and more confident that it would finally be me waking up in the real world, and everything was a terrible dream. Even now, sometimes I have difficulty believing that this is actually the real world. I keep expecting to wake up back in the hospital by my self, or even back on that airship with him. But, somehow, Everest made me wake up. He recalled me to life."
"A lot of ponies wonder if the crash changed me, if I feel like anything is different about me after missing sixteen months out of my life. While I would usually say that the only thing missing from my life is Everest, I realized recently that this is a lie. I walk through Ponyville or Canterlot, and the places that I had been to so many times before seem only like hazy memories to me. I found myself walking into a music store once, when I had originally set out to find my favorite restaurant. It's like trying to see a picture through muddy water, and that's at the best of times. Sometimes, things just seem to flow by me, like I'm watching from somepony else's eye."
"But then there are the times when I can't even recognize myself in the mirror. There are the days when I want to curl up and cry, and feel sorry for myself. But I don't. I don't give up because I know that I have to keep living for Everest, and for the other ponies who died that day. I live on for them, and I paint for them, and I eat for them, and I drink for them, and I draw every single breath for them. I live because they didn't, and I hope because they can't."
"And in my entire experience, I've learned one single thing. That is; you are never alone. You may feel like nopony understands what you're going through, but you have family. You have friends. And more importantly, the loved ones that you've lost are always with you in your heart. I know that every single day, somewhere out there, Everest is telling me to go on, and put one hoof in front of the other. Like he would so often tell everypony he met; Life is a gift, that's why they call it the present."
"And so long as I still live, I will cherish every single moment that I have it."
i was kinda excited to feel like im back in 2015