The Equine of Flames Part 15

     It had been many days after the incident with...Jewel. Flame stood next to me. We stood on the edge of a cliff, looking over a big span of Equestria. Her red, orange, and yellow colored mane flowed in the wind. "Blaze?" she called.

     I turned my head away. "Yeah...?" I said mournfully.

     "If you don't mind me asking... Who was she?"

     I sighed and turned towards her, looking into her strong and prideful eyes. "She...was just a friend," I replied, knowing that we had been somewhat more than friends. My eyes were beginning to become tearful. 'No, Blaze....Don't cry!' I thought to myself. I forced them back in, burning my eyes. Flame Fire placed a hoof on my back, as to comfort me. I jumped when she touched me, not expecting her to do such a thing. Then, I eased into it, letting her rub and pat my back.

      Suddenly the question popped into my head. "Flame?"

      "Yes?"

      "How did you know to call me Blaze?"

      "You've been all over the papers recently. All I had to do was ask around and there you were, crying next to a dead pony," she replied. I frowned at the words, "crying next to a dead pony". It didn't sit well with me. "Oops," she apologized.

      Turning my head forward, I said, "I-it's fine," The cold was coming in, making Flame scoot towards me, until we touched. She continued to rub my back and stroke my mane. I sighed in pleasure.p