User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. Cadejo was good in class. Maybe it was the ability to constantly praised for how right he was, or maybe he just liked the attention. Or then again, maybe it was for moments like this, as he's pulled to the side by the teacher and asked to help their newest student. Her 'condition' spoken about in that hushed tone adults used around foals, as if mentioning it as quietly as possible would be as good as the problem not existing at all. It wasn't kindness to the girl who was different, it was to assuage the adult's discomfort over her condition.

She needed "Help" because she was "Special" and other gentle words that skirted around the truth of her situation.

So of course he agreed.

Because he was a nice boy.

And who else could a poor, helpless girl rely on than a nice boy?

He would be her buddy in class, providing her with notes written in such tight cursive that they were nigh on impossible to decipher, or helping her around the school while nearly everything seemed to run into her blindside. Other foals, puddles, swingsets, wayward basketballs, it was as if there was a target on her side. And really the accidents would only seem to get worse as time went on. Water became mud, became thorns, and all the while Cadejo would seem genuinely sorry.

He was good at class. He was also good at pretending. He had a great wealth of talents, but sadly compassion seemed to be missing from his repertoire.

Astraea Pandora