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“Did… Did that pony ever exist at all…?” Scootaloo wondered to herself, not realizing she was speaking aloud.
“She still does kid, you know that,” a familiar scratchy voice said from behind her, as Scootaloo heard the sounds of wings flapping and a set of paws landing on the wood floor. “Just not in the right state of mind for you to figure that out yet, that’s all.”
Scootaloo turned, and saw a familiar white feathered griffon with purple highlights. Though her vision was blurry from her tears, Scootaloo recognized her in an instant.
“G-Gilda?” Scootaloo choked out and was pulled into a hug by the griffon in question.
“Yeah, it’s me, kid. Sorta figured I’d find you here, given what your mom’s told me about you in letters. Heh, you two are so alike it’s scary really,” Gilda replied. “Listen, Dash may not be the brightest mare in the world at times, but she means well in the end. And if it helps any, you being her daughter and not telling you, eating her up inside. ...I was there you know, when Rainbow named you and christened you and everything. She looked like the proudest mare in the world at that moment, just holding you in her arms.”
“Then… Then why…?” Scootaloo sniffled.
“She gave you up?” Gilda finished, and Scootaloo nodded. “...Listen, you have to understand Dash’s state of mind at that moment. Her father… As you probably already know, wasn’t the nicest stallion in the world. Constantly drunk off his ass, and screaming at her. Saying she and her mom broke everything they touched really. Honestly… Flight camp with me, Flutters, and the rest was about some of the only times I saw her happy when she was a young little filly. Hell, surprised she didn’t decide to try and end it all at one point or the other, given how much a bastard her dear old dad was. Hell, she might have tried for all I know really. I wasn’t there all the time, keeping an eye on her.”
Scootaloo’s jaw dropped.
“You… You really think that Mo-Dash (Scootaloo quickly amended herself, she wasn’t going to be calling Dash by that anytime soon) really would have…” she trailed off, swallowing nervously.
“Honestly… Yeah,” Gilda answered bluntly. “That’s how bad things were. Her father, real dick. I’m going to tell you this right now, if the alcohol hadn’t gotten him in the end, I probably would have gone out, found a gun or something and killed the guy myself,” she growled out. “But Dash… She’s nothing like her father. All her life, she’s strived to be anything but him. Proving him wrong at every corner. Her father said she’d never be a Wonderbolt, look where she is now. Her father said she’d never amount to anything? Well, she’s one of Equestria’s biggest heroes nowadays. Her father said she’d never find love? She found that in Fluttershy, of all ponies. She’s happy, for the most part.” Gilda stated.
“And… And I just yelled and screamed at her that she was worse than her father…” Scootaloo whimpered. “I’m nothing like my mom. Nothing at all…”
“You were angry kid, and I don’t blame you. In your position, might have yelled at Dash myself actually. Surprised I already haven’t blown up at her for this crap she pulled,” Gilda admitted. “But make no mistake, Dash… Knowing her, she’ll be angry for a while but she won’t hold it against you. More like herself. She needs you there for her kid, trust me on that. She may be a tough pony on the outside, but on the inside… She’s as vulnerable as you or me. Now come on kid, let’s get you back home. Getting cold tonight, and Fluttershy would kill me -Or worse, sic that chimera friend of hers on me- if she found out I let you freeze to death.”

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Commission for FloridanPhotographer !

Based on this Story Here: www.fimfiction.net/story/35528…
(Chapter 12)

Art to Me
Story to FloridanPhotographer
MLP, Gilda and Scoots to Hasbro

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“Did… Did that pony ever exist at all…?” Scootaloo wondered to herself, not realizing she was speaking aloud.
“She still does kid, you know that,” a familiar scratchy voice said from behind her, as Scootaloo heard the sounds of wings flapping and a set of paws landing on the wood floor. “Just not in the right state of mind for you to figure that out yet, that’s all.”
Scootaloo turned, and saw a familiar white feathered griffon with purple highlights. Though her vision was blurry from her tears, Scootaloo recognized her in an instant.
“G-Gilda?” Scootaloo choked out and was pulled into a hug by the griffon in question.
“Yeah, it’s me, kid. Sorta figured I’d find you here, given what your mom’s told me about you in letters. Heh, you two are so alike it’s scary really,” Gilda replied. “Listen, Dash may not be the brightest mare in the world at times, but she means well in the end. And if it helps any, you being her daughter and not telling you, eating her up inside. ...I was there you know, when Rainbow named you and christened you and everything. She looked like the proudest mare in the world at that moment, just holding you in her arms.”
“Then… Then why…?” Scootaloo sniffled.
“She gave you up?” Gilda finished, and Scootaloo nodded. “...Listen, you have to understand Dash’s state of mind at that moment. Her father… As you probably already know, wasn’t the nicest stallion in the world. Constantly drunk off his ass, and screaming at her. Saying she and her mom broke everything they touched really. Honestly… Flight camp with me, Flutters, and the rest was about some of the only times I saw her happy when she was a young little filly. Hell, surprised she didn’t decide to try and end it all at one point or the other, given how much a bastard her dear old dad was. Hell, she might have tried for all I know really. I wasn’t there all the time, keeping an eye on her.”
Scootaloo’s jaw dropped.
“You… You really think that Mo-Dash (Scootaloo quickly amended herself, she wasn’t going to be calling Dash by that anytime soon) really would have…” she trailed off, swallowing nervously.
“Honestly… Yeah,” Gilda answered bluntly. “That’s how bad things were. Her father, real dick. I’m going to tell you this right now, if the alcohol hadn’t gotten him in the end, I probably would have gone out, found a gun or something and killed the guy myself,” she growled out. “But Dash… She’s nothing like her father. All her life, she’s strived to be anything but him. Proving him wrong at every corner. Her father said she’d never be a Wonderbolt, look where she is now. Her father said she’d never amount to anything? Well, she’s one of Equestria’s biggest heroes nowadays. Her father said she’d never find love? She found that in Fluttershy, of all ponies. She’s happy, for the most part.” Gilda stated.
“And… And I just yelled and screamed at her that she was worse than her father…” Scootaloo whimpered. “I’m nothing like my mom. Nothing at all…”
“You were angry kid, and I don’t blame you. In your position, might have yelled at Dash myself actually. Surprised I already haven’t blown up at her for this crap she pulled,” Gilda admitted. “But make no mistake, Dash… Knowing her, she’ll be angry for a while but she won’t hold it against you. More like herself. She needs you there for her kid, trust me on that. She may be a tough pony on the outside, but on the inside… She’s as vulnerable as you or me. Now come on kid, let’s get you back home. Getting cold tonight, and Fluttershy would kill me -Or worse, sic that chimera friend of hers on me- if she found out I let you freeze to death.”

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Commission for FloridanPhotographer !

Based on this Story Here: www.fimfiction.net/story/35528…
(Chapter 12)

Art to Me
Story to FloridanPhotographer
MLP, Gilda and Scoots to Hasbro