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5/31/2025, 1:42:40 AM
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>You can tell she’s still a little anxious as you make your way back to the street, despite her bravado.
>But with you by her side, she’s so far much calmer.
>Before too long, you’re back at the crosswalk, waiting for the signal.
>Looking down at her, she’s a lot more focused now.
>Her face is a little tense, but she’s not shaking or breathing hard this time.
>You scratch at her withers with your fingers, getting her to look up at you.
“Just focus on your breathing while we walk, okay? I’ll guide you across.”
>She nods, taking a slow breath as she focuses her attention back on the opposite side of the street.
>You keep rubbing her withers as another crowd of ponies gather around you.
>Another lull in traffic, cop puts up the sign, grabs his whistle with his mouth–
>You don’t hesitate in stepping out into the street as he blows the whistle, gently gripping Applejack’s withers so she walks with you.
>She tenses up as you and the crowd move, but keeps pace with your stride.
>Glancing down at her, you realize that Applejack actually has her eyes completely closed.
>Her breathing is a little strained, but she’s keeping its tempo even and consistent.
>Above all else, you make sure your hand stays locked in place on her shoulders.
>You may not be able to talk very well out in the street with all the noise around, but you can certainly still communicate through touch.
>Constantly circling your thumb in her coat, gently scratching with your fingers–
>Anything to let her know you’re still there for her.
>You’re about halfway across the street now.
>Applejack presses herself into the side of your leg as you walk.
>It’s a little awkward trying to walk with her so close, but you manage.
>Applejack’s putting a lot of trust in you, and after everything she’s done for you, you have no intention of letting her down.
>After what feels like an eternity, you finally come to a stop on the sidewalk.
>You can tell she’s still a little anxious as you make your way back to the street, despite her bravado.
>But with you by her side, she’s so far much calmer.
>Before too long, you’re back at the crosswalk, waiting for the signal.
>Looking down at her, she’s a lot more focused now.
>Her face is a little tense, but she’s not shaking or breathing hard this time.
>You scratch at her withers with your fingers, getting her to look up at you.
“Just focus on your breathing while we walk, okay? I’ll guide you across.”
>She nods, taking a slow breath as she focuses her attention back on the opposite side of the street.
>You keep rubbing her withers as another crowd of ponies gather around you.
>Another lull in traffic, cop puts up the sign, grabs his whistle with his mouth–
>You don’t hesitate in stepping out into the street as he blows the whistle, gently gripping Applejack’s withers so she walks with you.
>She tenses up as you and the crowd move, but keeps pace with your stride.
>Glancing down at her, you realize that Applejack actually has her eyes completely closed.
>Her breathing is a little strained, but she’s keeping its tempo even and consistent.
>Above all else, you make sure your hand stays locked in place on her shoulders.
>You may not be able to talk very well out in the street with all the noise around, but you can certainly still communicate through touch.
>Constantly circling your thumb in her coat, gently scratching with your fingers–
>Anything to let her know you’re still there for her.
>You’re about halfway across the street now.
>Applejack presses herself into the side of your leg as you walk.
>It’s a little awkward trying to walk with her so close, but you manage.
>Applejack’s putting a lot of trust in you, and after everything she’s done for you, you have no intention of letting her down.
>After what feels like an eternity, you finally come to a stop on the sidewalk.
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