Flitter and Brisk were deep in the forest. They had run swiftly. They arrived at a small house, obviously ponymade.
Narrowleaf sighed. "Brisk... P-Please forgive me..." He said to himself, knowing she wouldn't hear him. "I... I didn't know..."
Bolt called Flitter. "I told Addie we would pay for the kid. Tell me where you are, honey." Bolt begged
There was a scent around that Narrow could smell. Definitely Flitter and Brisk, but there was... younger versions of the smell. They had been here long ago, as well as now.. "Bolt.." replied Flitter, helplessly. "Brisk.. she's freaking out. She feels.. guilty."
The true nature came out. As the red runes appeared, Narrowleaf stood up. He dashed off, following the scent.
"I refused to bring Leaf. Casualties, you know? Stay close to me." He said, moving extremely close to Flitter.
They were in a small, light room. On the walls, drawings, beautiful masterpieces of a fairy world had been painted. There was one bed, makeshift, with a small pony doll on it. Brisk lay on the bed, curled in a ball, and murmuring to herself, and Flitter sat next to her, stroking her hair, and looking around anxiously.
Trees began to fall as Narrowleaf dashed through the woods. He eventually came across the small hut and knocked on the door, as the red words slowly disappeared.
"She doesn't. Go. Back home, Leaf. I'm supportive of you. I'm paying for your kid. Listen to me one time and please go home..." Bolt begged Leaf
"Look, I j-just came to apologize. I... It was before I even m-met Brisk... I..." Narrowleaf said, desperate. "I... I'm s-sorry..."
