It wasn’t easy, for either of them. Ditzy had always gotten stares, wherever she went, and while it was hard for her it was much worse for Fluttershy. It wasn’t easy, but it didn’t matter.

They sat in the park together, Fluttershy cuddled up against her eyes closed and smiling that small, perfect smile. Ditzy talked. Told stories. And Fluttershy listened. Sometimes, just sometimes, Fluttershy told stories too. It was nice.

It was hard, sometimes, to get ponies to listen. For both of them.

But as they sat together, oblivious to everyone around them, it didn’t matter.

Life was good.