In the weeks that followed, Ambrosia was in much better spirits, keeping herself busy. She completed the painting she imagined all those weeks ago, and hung it up on her wall. Her visitors really liked it, and she herself thought it looked pretty good, though obviously not the one she saw fading away in the grass.
She had painted another one as well: a picture of a proud and mighty stag, on a sunny hillside. It was a surprisingly painstaking work, since Ambrosia was painting the subject from memory, and from a tiny, faded picture in an old library book. She put it in storage once she had finished it, unsure what to do with it. She hoped, someday, she could see the real thing again.
Maybe someday.
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Ambrosia and the Mystery Mark
FanfictionAmbrosia was a young Pony living in the sleepy hamlet of Ponyville. Every Pony in this enchanted land are granted a mark on their flank called a "Cutie Mark" when they discover their passion in life. Ambrosia's mark has just appeared, but neither he...
