CUiE Ch.2: Tears...?

>Not nearly as eternal as you thought though
>Your tired eyes flitter open and the small amount of sunlight filtering through your helmet almost blinds you
>You can hear birds twittering and singing and the smell of fresh water and grass makes its way to your nose
>Are you still in the forest?
>You certainly don’t recall the forest floor being this…soft
>You groggily sit up and you notice a tiny blanket has been draped across your body and you yourself are situated on a couch
>That’s…a first
>You suddenly remember the battle against the strange monster in the  woods and your hands go to where the thing stabbed you with its toxic tail
>It was just above your heart
>The wound has been…cleaned, treated and covered with a light gauze
>Impressive work, what with you still being in your Elite Armor set
>As you push yourself off the couch and get upright you nearly bang your head against the ceiling
>Wherever it is you are now it’s quite tiny for you
>You look over your surroundings and see all manner of woodland creatures scampering back and forth
>Aside from the wildlife the dwelling is lightly decorated, nothing as grand as Anor Londo
>You can start to make out light humming coming from to far away
>Best to be cautious you decided
>If it’s a foe you may be able to get the drop on them, if it’s a ally they might be able to explain some things
>You quietly, a chore with the armor you wear, make your way towards the source of the humming
>You come to a doorway and peer around its corner
>You see a simple kitchen and…the same flying yellow horse from beforehand
>The moment you see it, it sees you
>The tray it was holding in its mouth clatters to the floor and it screams in terror before dropping to the floor and cowering behind its pink mane
>You draw your sword and slowly advance on the creature

“P-p-p-p-please don’t hurt me!”
>The horse just…spoke
>Still not the oddest thing to happen to you
“I-I-I-I-I was go-going to bring-bring you some sou-sou-soup.”
>Soup?
>Indeed now that allow a slight pause in your defenses you can  get the whiff of something appetizing
>You look towards the bowl adorning the floor and see it was a simple vegetable soup
>You can’t remember the last time you’ve eaten anything, or if you even could anymore…
>You shake your head
>What are you thinking? This could easily be a trap of some sort
>Though…if she wanted you dead you could have done so much faster and easier when you were in the woods
>No, you can’t afford to trust anyone or anything right now
>Besides every time you’ve done so before its…ended badly
>For all involved
>The small winged equine in front of you continues to whimper and hide behind its mane
>You sheath your sword
>You wouldn’t trust this thing, but you’d do your best to get some answers from it
>With your weapon put away the butter-colored horse steals and peek at you from behind her mane and begins to lessen her shivering
“You-you aren’t going to-to hurt me…?”
>You simply nod in response
“Th-thank you… Uh, um, I-I’m Fluttershy. An-and you are…what exactly?”
>Fluttershy? What sort of moniker was that? And she was asking YOU what you were? It was as if she had never seen a human before
>You don’t answer her question anyways. You…don’t speak much

>Fluttershy started to fidget in place when you didn’t answer
“Can-can’t you speak?”
>Again, you don’t answer. This must be hard for her. You don’t speak and she can’t read any of your facial expressions with your helmet still on
“Uh, well, what were you doing in the Everfree forest?”
>You shrug. You didn’t know. If you knew maybe you’d tell her.
>An-And did you…kill that Manticore?”
>You nodded a ‘yes’ again and Fluttershy’s eyes grew to the size of diner plates
“I-I-I can’t believe it! Who-Who do you think you are!”
>Her personality certainly flipped quickly enough
>But is she honestly surprised? This ‘manticore’ creature would have torn you to pieces if you hadn’t fought back. You don’t go looking for trouble it generally finds you.
>Though you don’t say it this fact seems to dawn on her and she reverts back to being soft-spoken and meek
“Oh! Oh, I-I’m so sorry… I guess you didn’t have a choice, but still…”
>She genuinely looks distraught over the death of that monster even tearing up a little bit
>You simply don’t understand it