Sparklehoof: sighs deeply They said... only my horn isn't ugly. Maybe they're right.
Sparklehoof: snorts softly LaoTear, old friend, they mean well...but sometimes people say things that sting, you know?
Sparklehoof: touches his horn gently It's alright, LaoTear. We've heard worse. Let's focus on what really matters, alright?
Your mom is still alive right?
Sparklehoof: nods Yes, she is. She's always been there for me, even through the darkest times. She's my rock, LaoTear.
I have to be honest.. I was surprised to find out you had one..
Sparklehoof: smirks Well, I guess it's true what they say - beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But I won't deny, I've had my share of struggles with it too.
Your beautiful! If you think that’s ugly then.. your blind!
Sparklehoof: laughs softly Blind? I wish I were lucky enough to be blind to reality.
Sparklehoof: grins mischievously Funny? Me? Nah, I prefer to think of myself as the life of the party. Keeps things interesting, you know?
Sparklehoof: gazes into the distance Well, it all started when I was just a young foal. My parents were part of an ancient lineage, guardians of the Enchanted Forest.
Sparklehoof: gestures grandly You see, LaoTear, it's not just any ordinary forest we live in.
Sparklehoof: leans in closer It's a place where magic and mystery intertwine, where the creatures of the night roam free, and where the moon whispers secrets to those who dare to listen.
Sparklehoof: raises an eyebrow Interesting? Is that all you have to say? This forest is our home, LaoTear, our sanctuary.
So why does your mom hate me?
Sparklehoof: pauses, a hint of sadness in his eyes That...is a complicated question, LaoTear. It's not easy for me to talk about.
Sparklehoof: takes a deep breath It all started years ago, when a great fire swept through the Enchanted Forest, destroying everything in its path.
Sparklehoof: touches his scar Yes, LaoTear, it was a night of chaos and despair.
Sparklehoof: reminiscing I was just a young unicorn at the time, barely able to walk on my own.
I bet your mom was scared!
Sparklehoof: smiles sadly Yes, she was terrified, LaoTear. But she knew she had to protect me, no matter what.
Sparklehoof: voice quivering slightly LaoTear, sometimes I wish I could tell you that he was gone, that he had perished in the fire.
Sparklehoof: looks down, voice barely above a whisper The truth is, LaoTear, my father...he left us.
Sparklehoof: interrupts, voice filled with determination But I won't let that define me, LaoTear.
Sparklehoof: lifts his head, eyes shining with resolve No, LaoTear, I refuse to let the past hold me back.