Blue Fedora trotted down to the river bank, trying to find shiny pebbles and little shiny bits that he could use to decorate hats. As he shuffled along the muddy shore, he noticed a shape lying not far off, muddy and slumped on the river side. He warily trotted over, and noticed it was a mare. He blinked, unsure of what to think. Was it… dead? He prodded the mare’s side with his hoof. She gave a slight twitch and started coughing violently. He jumped back, startled. The mare tried to drag herself into a sitting position, but suffered another bout of coughing and slumped to the ground. She fell unconscious again, and Blue Fedora stood there, unsure of what to do. He sighed, and lifted her up with his head first, and slung her over his back, stumbling from the added weight. He trotted back home, forgetting about decorating his hats.
Aqua woke up, lying on a red kitanda in front of a fireplace. She moved her leg and winced, her whole body was sore, she had a pounding headache, and she was chilled to the bone. She shifted a little under the light blue blanket that was draped over her, grateful for the warmth it gave. She felt drowsy, the warmth of the moto warming her up, and the steady tick-tock of a grandmaster clock kwa the ukuta started to lull her to sleep. She snapped back to being awake again when she heard the creak of an old floorboard. She shuffled into an upright position and looked over her shoulder. There was a blue unicorn stallion with yellow eyes and a pink mane standing there, levitating a sammich with his magic, which was pink. “Erm… hi.” He alisema a little awkwardly. Aqua nodded and layed back down, wrapping the blanket closer to her. He entered the room again moments later, levitating a tray with chakula and tea. He placed it on the coffee meza, jedwali in front of the couch, and sat down in a chair. “Well, I see you’re awake.” He alisema to her. She pried her eyes off the flickering embers and looked up at him. “yeah.” She alisema hoarsely. “What’s your name? I guess I should tell wewe mine. I’m Blue Fedora. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He said, pouring chai into one of the teacups and sliding it over to her. “Aqua Marine. Thanks, kwa the way.” She said, picking the cup up. “What I would like to ask wewe though, is how wewe ended up on the river bank anyways?” he asked her. She blew on her chai and sipped it, trying to think of how to explain what had happened. “I-er, I slipped. Over a gorge.” She said. Blue Fedora raised an eyebrow and nibbled a piece of cake. “Slipped? Are wewe sure?” he asked her. “Are wewe sure wewe want the full, honest truth?” she said. He shrugged. “Well, sure, I guess so.” Aqua relaxed on the couch. “Well, a mare attacked me, and we had a fight, and I pushed her off the edge, and she pulled me down with her. I wonder if she’s alive?” Aqua said. “That’s it? Wait, what was that last part?” he said. Aqua rolled over. “Nuthin’. Good night.” She said.
The inayofuata morning, Blue Fedora woke up and trotted into the living room to check on Aqua Marine. He saw her sneaking to the door. “Where are wewe going?” he alisema with a yawn. “home.” She said, grabbing the handle of the door. “I don’t really think wewe should go just yet. You’re not well enough.” He alisema to her, walking down the stairs. “I'm well enou—oh, ow! That smarts.” She winced, stumbling a little. “Exactly. Now sit your butt on the kitanda and stay there until you’re well enough to travel.” Aqua snorted. “fine.” She sat down on the kitanda and pouted. “There. Now, I’ll make breakfast. How does eggs, pancakes and biscuits sound?” he said, trotting into the kitchen. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” Aqua said, lying back down.
Outside the window, a green unicorn with a red mane and several ear piercings watched, listening. She quickly wrote something down on a pad of paper and ran off. She entered a small building tucked away at the end of an alley. cherry Bomb sat there, equally as battered as Aqua Marine. She trotted up and tossed the pad of paper beside her. cherry Bomb lifted up the paper and read it, smirking evilly. “Good work, Musia. wewe make an excellent spy.” Musia just snorted and slumped down in a chair. “I’m just in it for the money. You’re lucky I even let wewe take refuge in this hell-hole of a house.” She growled at her. “What’s your problem with this Aqua Marine chick, anyway?” she said. cherry Bomb looked away. “It shall never be spoken of.” She hissed, closing her eye. “It is my secret to keep.”