From then on, when Lingual Rose was at work in the gardens, Lily would trot up to visit her. It appeared as though Lily had figured out that the other mare could not or had problems speaking and, for this, the pink pony took it upon herself to fill the air with her wonderful words. Oftentimes she came to compliment the work of the green pegasus, which had improved since their first chat. Of course, it wasn't that the work itself had improved though Lingual Rose's newfound skills so much as she had returned to form and worked a bit harder if only to impress her new friend.

Today Lily was relating all that she could about her new batch of flowers, which were currently growing nicely at home. She was brightly chattering on while Lingual Rose began to tend to the hydrangeas. They always needed more water than what the weather pegasi could provide. While doing so, of course the green pony noticed that Lily was hesitant in her words today, unusually so. Normally the cute pony would chatter on without regards to her words. She was not so carefully guarded as the other. So, addressing the issue, Lingual Rose ceased her watering activities and looked Lily in her golden eyes, cocking her head ever so slightly.

"What?" asked Lily, blinking.

Lingual pointed at the other pony.

Lily laughed nervously and stepped back. She continued acting nervously and flipped back her mane, tittering once more. She knew what the other wanted and yet could not quite bring herself to address it. Stepping back did her no good either as the other took a step forward and, in a bold gesture, put her hoof upon the shoulder of the pink pony. Where it was a gesture of intimacy or some such thing, it was hard to say. Certain to say that Lily would have preferred it in such a way, but she did not assume it.

"You think something is wrong with me, don't you?"

The green one nodded surely.

"Well, you'd be right I suppose. I was nervous because I wanted to ask if you wanted to come over this afternoon and see my flowers, maybe have some tea as well?"

This she said with her head slightly lowered, gazing up into the almost endlessly green eyes of her newfound friend. Surprisingly, the pony did not reject her and nodded eagerly, a small smile playing out upon her face. Lily lit up immediately, giving an adorable whinny. She took the green pony's hoof in hers and together they went quite quickly from the gardens leaving the watering can where it lay.

Lily's house was situated more in the center of Ponyville along the main road. It was a simple two-story house with a hay-thatched roof, quite similar in design to that of Lingual Rose. The wood carvings that shone on the edges of the house, filled in by a white clay mixture on the outside, gave a sentiment of antiquity, but not in the rotting antiquity of Lingual Rose's houses if not more of a "classic" feel. Lily smiled widely and led her in through the front door, which had a carved lily on the front of it. The other followed slowly, not sure of exactly how to act.

The house was equally lovely on the inside with flowers decorating every inch of the house. It was exactly what the other was expecting. However, the house was quite tidy, with a little kitchen off to one side of the first floor with a tidy little living room with a small table in the center. It was here that they now sat.

The sofa was off to the ide so that the light from the window facing the street streamed in, warming them. It was as if Lily too needed the sunlight to grow, almost like her beloved flowers. This thought made Lingual Rose shudder and she silently noted that she may prefer more of the darkness after this point. Sitting back upon the couch, Lingual Rose accepted Lily's offer of tea. When the pink earthpony asked for a type that the other would prefer, the green pegasus simply shook her head. It didn't matter.

Lily returned quickly with two tea cups and placed them both upon the small wooden table before them. She picked hers back up equally as quickly and began to sip it with some sort of mission. Lingual poked hers with the edge of her hoof and sighed slightly. This would be pure bliss if…

Well, firstly if the roses didn't exist. Secondly if she had never spoken to them. Thirdly if they had never…

The question remained: how could she possibly enjoy herself with such grand problems to ponder? She couldn't.

Lily set down her cup, empty, and studied her new friend for a moment. It was odd that she was so quiet, as normally she enjoyed speaking more than anything else in the world, but today was a bit different. It was obvious that something bothered her new friend, that something always seemed to be preoccupying the thoughts of this rugged pegasus. Perhaps she had befriended her because she pitied her, but that was far too cruel. On a different level, Lily was beginning to see that she had reached out to such a pony because she was genuinely interested. However, such a relationship was out of the question until some other problems had been addressed.

"So, Lingual Rose, I know that you don't like to, or can't, speak. But, I'm curious as to your past, as to your present. I know its selfish, but I want to know more about you. Is that selfish?"

This shocked the pegasus and she spit out the tea she had been sipping. Putting the cup down she looked upon the lovely pony with dark eyes. It wasn't selfish to want to know more about someone you called a friend. Deep down, Lingual Rose knew it was she that was selfish for hiding such information. However, her only way of communication was through the roses, in languages that surely this pony would not be able to understand. So then, how to communicate? And, once she did, would Lily still want to be her friend? Lingual Rose debated bringing the mare to her garden but decided against it. It was certain that once she saw that, she would never be her friend. Never ever.

For a moment, the green pegasus pondered this quandary. She had never before thought about exactly how to communicate herself to other ponies as, well, it had never been an issue she had wished to address until this point. However, it was important now and that was all that mattered. Opening her mouth, and denying the pain, Lingual Rose spoke for the second time to her truest friend:

"Jag kan skriva."

Lily paused for a moment. What was that language? For it certainly was not one she was familiar with. However, it was her only clue as to the mysteries of her newest friend. Then, Lingual Rose, crying with the effort it had taken her to speak, moved her hoof over the other in the motion that looked almost like…writing! Jumping forward, Lily hugged her friend. At last, they could truly communicate! Lingual Rose wept harder and accepted the hug, but did not return it.