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she said. “Instead, I will walk around them. And when the deep roots ache, I will hum to them—and you will hum back. Will you?”

Her voice was a bass note that made the mountains lean in. It was the sound of continents drifting, of magma cooling into new land, of the first fern unfurling after a fire. It was sorrow, yes, but sorrow being woven into the fabric of a larger song. fimizilla

Fimizilla was no longer the weight of a shadow. she said

She turned and began walking toward Canterlot. In the chaos, Fluttershy did not run. She walked up to the giant’s hoof as it came down, stood in the shadow of its cleft, and simply sat down. Will you

“I’m not afraid,” she whispered to herself. Then, louder: “Excuse me! Miss Fimizilla?”