The Life and Adventures of Spectrum

by Spade-the-artist

Follow Spectrum as she nomads across equestria with her changeling companion! Some Ocs but a vast exploration into equestrian lore. Some angsty parts but is mostly a cute adventure with a silly pony. Meant to show a person can grow. -Contains spoilers for the asktweakedpony blog that I almost never update. Getting my thoughts on paper helps.

1. Chapter 1

It doesn't mean anything.

Or at least, that's what she keeps telling herself.

Spectrum is a silly pony. That's a given. Like most others she's made mistakes, laughed at inappropriate times, and even took things seriously that weren't really issues. It's not her fault that she doesn't understand. 'No one teaches you these things,' she'd think to herself, 'they can't blame me for what I don't know.'

But they did.

So she tried harder.

and she failed.

and in the midst of running away from her problems she found herself here.

In the middle of a rain-forsaken land filled with dust and rocks, sitting at the edge of a crater with a little baby changeling staring up at her.

'They can't blame me,' she thought again. 'they tell me changelings are dangerous but never say why. So they can't blame me for feeling sorry.'

They can't blame her for giving it shade with her wings. Or giving it a name. Or taking it with her. Talking to it. Playing with it.

"Snuggles," She said and the little changeling perked up at it's name. "Look."

She gestured to a view of the mountain range in the distance. A swooping trail of blue zipping down to a large open expanse of green. To most it would be breathtaking, to this little changeling it would mean danger. Vast. Nowhere to hide. Exposed. But as his caretaker slowly padded her way down the hill he just nestled into her feathers. 3 weeks ago he wouldn't have even done so. He used her as shade and nothing more. But as she has grown to be something foreign to this changeling, the feathers are a welcome hideaway. Safe.

Spectrum giggled to herself softly as she adjusted her wings to cover him completely. He was the only reason she liked her wings these days. She took a moment to turn her face to the sun and take a deep breath. She frowned.

Celestia, give me courage.

Lowering her head she opened her eyes only to have them squint as something was glinting the sunlight to her gaze.

Curious, she trotted softly over to the object.

It was some strange red, curved crystal.

She picked it up and placed it into her sack. It could be a good trade for rooming for a night. After all, she now had three reasons to not go home. One of which, had fallen asleep in her wings.

She smiled to herself. Learning to treasure these moments.

'I wonder if anypony else has heard a changeling snore?'