Occasionally, one finds an unusual friendship in the midst of a confusing and unfair world. Two ponies forced to join together, to bond, to become friends. Two of such friends resided in the most unfair and confusing part of the world.
Firefly, a brave, ragtag common thief who is a victim of confusion, uncertainty if what to do with her fast paced life, and True Sight, a victim of unfairness.
And yet, these two friends carry on, day by day, defying the world. And that is because they are not victims, but flames of hope, of loyalty and honesty.
Firefly helps True Sight, a blind daughter of two rich "fortune tellers", by providing her with an idol, a reason to keep existing while being stripped of her claims of her ability by her parents.
Firefly is given by True Sight what she always needed but never was willing to seek out, a method to her madness, a conscience, a friend.
They needed each other.
And that was never going to change.
"True Sight!" Firefly hissed, drawing her brown hood over her purple eyes. She needent have bothered, as the multitude of busy passersby ignored the hooded figure crouched behind a faded gypsy caravan.
A pair of unblinking white eyes stared out from a small hole in the back of the caravan, gazing curiously at Firefly.
"Firefly?" A voice whispered, as the eyes blinked in surprise. The voice was soft and fragile, and had an exotic undertone.
Firefly nodded vigorously, then remembered who she was talking to. "Yes, come on out True! I've got food!"
The eyes stared. "What's the password?"
Firefly sighed, exasperated. True was extremely paranoid, having no visual verification of anything. She didn't even know what colour Firefly was, and would probably never change.
"Pineapple Fondue."
With this confirmation the eyes darted away from the hole.
Creeeeaaaak.
A small trapdoor swung out from the caravan and a light green pony stepped out, long blue hair waving in the wind. The unicorn filly walked with unease, her small horn glowing white with the effort of predicting, with every step she took, where she should put her hoof down.
"Ahh!" She cried out, tumbling over. She coughed once, dust from the dirt streets invading her lungs, and stood up.
"It's been a while since I did this," she muttered, brushing dust off her spindly legs.
"You could always-" Firefly began.
"No, I need to do things on my own, Firefly." True Sight retorted, trotting clumsily ahead.
"Hey, wait up, I said I have food!" The pink Pegasus said, waving around a small bag. True Sight stopped.
"We got apples, bread, and, get this, CHOCOLATE-"
"Something's wrong." True Sight murmured. Firefly pretended not to hear, and proceeded to munch on an apple. She was used to her friend making ominous predictions on a daily basis.
"Lighten up, Sight!"
True Sight started quivering, and Firefly dropped the apple. She had to.
It's hard to hold items when you're being handcuffed.