Chapter twelve: Homesick. (Short chapter sorry.)

Cotton approached the water walking on top of it.
"Okay once again about that man you met." Zecora said staring at the pony.
Cotton stood still on the water and once again heard the voice of the colt in her head. She gasped as her eyes flung open and fell right into the water again.
"You aren't fully ready for your training." Zecora said nodding her head and walked away.
"Wait!" Cotton called at Zecora. "Maybe try something else like flying?" Cotton asked forcing a smile.
"I can't fly." Zecora said breaking character.
"Hmph... Fine." Cotton said pouting.
Cotton went to the edge of the forest and sat down at the edge and sighed.
The sun set and cotton looked up and once again sighed.
"I wish I never made that deal." Cotton said as she looked at her hooves. "I-i miss mom and screwball mothball and..." Cotton sniffed it was one of the first time she's ever cried about missing her father since she's turned 11. "And daddy." Cotton said as she laid down.