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 Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2018 6:23 pm
 Sometimes…it was just lonely being a freshling. Sometimes Pomona wished that she could just go home and stay with her mother instead of attending school—she missed her mother dreadfully, and knew that Nebula did try her hardest to return the feelings, despite being rather terrible at them, and she did know that her mother loved her. She was the special gift in her mother’s life, and had been told so very often.
She knew she had a sister in the school, but thus far she had never met her…her mother had imbued her during a mixer and while that sounded exciting…there was a whole other part of her family that she had still never got to meet…and that made her feel even more lonely.
Maybe what Pomona needed right now was just a friend.
And so, with that in mind, the small hybrid set out to find…someone. Anyone. Someone who could be a friend and someone who would want to hang out. Someone who would want to ease their own lonliness…
Finally she thought she might have found the perfect person…at least it was a person. Another freshling with dark hair and cute flowers on the top of their head! How pretty!
Quietly, she made her way over and waved. “Hi! I’m Pomona! Would you…would you like to be friends?”
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 8:37 am
Pomona had not expected anyone to find her when she'd wandered into the quiet little grotto on school grounds. It was peaceful here and she enjoyed it. And honestly, with having a twin and a big sis, sometimes, it was nice to just be by herself.
Which was why she'd squeaked in alarm as another child found her and introduced herself. And she'd been so quiet that there'd been no chance to prepare.
Blinking owlishly, Pomona tentatively took the offered hand and then smiled a little shyly.
"I'm Pomona too. And... I guess? My momma says people should talk to each other and make sure they get along first before 'greein' to partnerships."
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 8:03 am
Pomona paused, frowning slightly. “…Partnerships?” She hadn’t really realized that a friendship counted as a partnership, but she supposed that…maybe it made sense? A little? “Wait…your name is Pomona too?”
Was this a joke?
She kind of hoped not…how cool was it that she met someone who shared her name? It almost felt like fate, honestly. “Well…we don’t have to start out as friends I guess…but I didn’t realize that a friendship counted as a partnership…I sort of always thought that partnerships…were when you each did things? Like when you have a partner for a project? You expect things from partners…”
The hybrid went quiet for a minute, shifting and adjusting her wings for a moment. “…Do you really expect things from friends?” Other than them being there for you and being nice…right?
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 8:16 am
"Well," Pomona began calmly, "My momma calls my other momma her partner when it comes to me and my brother and sister. They work together and get along and they're friends. They're just partners too."
Absently stroking her ear feathers, the little hybrid thought carefully. She didn't quite understand why the other Pomona thought that partners only happened when things were expected. This was something she'd have to ask her momther about the next time she saw her.
"I was taught that partners are just people who get along and can work together well when they need to with no expectations. I always thought that was how friendships happened. I mean, you can't be friends with someone if you can't get along with them, right?"
That was just sense.
"I'm only sayin' we should make sure we get along before we go saying we're friends. I don't wanna be like the older kids that walk around saying that they're best friends with someone and then two seconds later, they're saying super mean things behind each others backs."
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 8:23 am
Slowly, Pomona nodded, taking in the other hybrid’s words and seeming thoughtful. “I mean…I suppose that’s fair, but…” She chewed on her lip seeming almost confused, concentrating hard on what she wanted to say. “But if you don’t go into meeting someone with the idea of being friends…won’t that mean that you’ll be looking for the bad parts of them? The parts that bug you and bother you…? If you go in looking for a friend and you let them know that’s what you want right off the bat, then you go in looking for the things that you like about them, like you! You have a lot of interesting thoughts and ways of thinking that I never tried, so I think that’s super cool!”
She grinned. “And you’re super pretty, and I just think your feathers look really soft, I like feathers. And the flowers in your hair really suit you, Pomona!”
Quietly, she shrugged. “I don’t know. I just think people are nicer when they go in trying to be nice…you know?”
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 8:42 am
Nodding slowly, Pomona listened as the other girl spoke before a flush of embarrassment and dismay flickered across her face.
"Oh! i never meant going into things looking for the bad! I just meant, I try to go into things with an open mind. That way, I can learn about the other person and if they're nice and we get along, I feel more comfortable saying they're a friend. And if we don't get along, well, I might have an interesting conversation at least even if they don't turn out to be someone I get along well with. I'm just more comfy getting to know someone before I start assigning them labels. That's all."
The tiniest hint of tears sparkled in her eyes as she silently kicked herself for not explaining herself well to begin with. Though, she couldn't help the tiny, shy smile that flashed across her face at being called pretty.
"Thanks. I like your wings a lot. They look so fluffy."
Sighing softly, Pomona settled into the grass.
"My momma is kind of on the famous side. So I guess I'm just kinda cautious. I don't want people who wanna be friends with me just 'cause of my mom."
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 1:58 pm
Pomona nodded, looking thoughtful again. “I guess I never thought about it that way...my mom’s a Doll so...so she’s not so good with...with feelings?” But she did so much work researching. Trying to make sure Pomona got all of the love and affection that she needed. That she had the ability to make friends with people and do things right.
And she was trying so very hard...but then she got into situations like this where the person she was trying to be friends with...knew more than the internet did.
“I try though! She tries to push me, always tells me about things she’s learned online, things that will help me make friends and help me be the happiest me I can be!” Pomona grinned for a moment, and then watched as the other hybrid almost looked as though she was going to cry, and suddenly she felt bad.
“Thanks! They are fluffy...I like them a lot, they make me feel really pretty. Your mom is famous? What for? That’s kind of cool! But...the fact that she loves you is even cooler, right? Love is the most important thing. If you find it, you gotta keep it. That’s how you become happy.” Clearly it was something that was said often, normally when Nebula held Pomona close to her, after reading some story she had found for the evening.
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