He decided to let Petunia keep up with the new mare as he did his rounds around the shelter with Saffron. He pitied the poor foal but he couldn’t bring himself to adopt her himself, she was a bit beyond his capabilities, as someone who worked most of the day, he wouldn’t be able to give her the attention and rehabilitation she really needed, nor provide for her albeit somewhat minor by a fluffy’s standard, debilitation.
“We gon’ get speshul nummies, Nice mistuh?” she inquired as he took her to the breakroom, just so other fluffies wouldn’t get jealous and he’d have to dole out sugarcubes to about 40 of the little fuzzballs.
“That’s right! you’re a lucky girl today,” he said, digging through his bag now, he always had to bring a few sugarcubes extra because Petunia really struggled to just pick ONE friend to share with, chances are she’d offer to two or three more by the end of the day.
“Yay!” her cry of delight was relatively small, but very big for her, her little hooves tapping away on his arm in excitement. “Toon-yuh su nice!! Mistuh so nice!!” He set her down onto the floor so she could eat at her own pace, placing a couple sugarcubes on the ground beside her, deciding to go ahead and file Lilly’s papers into the system. She was a curious one to be sure, looking through her files and paperwork provided revealed not much more than what the previous owner had told him. She was bought from a reputable breeder, though at a discount due to some unfavorable color in her horn, but otherwise raised well as far as he could tell, though reportedly deathly afraid of stallions for whatever reason. She had no real visible signs of abuse, nor much if any psychological signs, aside from the obvious. she really did seem at least relatively well adjusted. He’d have to check with Petunia later and see what she had to say, but as far as he knew, the little fluffy was just peculiar and didn’t like stallions, which wouldn’t really be the worst thing in the world, better for the population as far as he was concerned. He started sorting her file away onto the computer, keeping in mind for anyone who just wants a singular fluffy without the risk of having more, as well as putting her on the list for being fixed, honestly if she’s as sweet as her previous owner insists, it shouldn’t be long to get her adopted.
“Nice Mistuh? Saffwon am done with nummies!!”
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Petunia was in an absolute tizzy, prancing circles around her new friend without even thinking about it, she couldn’t help herself for whatever reason, her body wouldn’t sit still.
“Wiwwy? Dat pwetty name! Toon’yuh wike!” She was thankful that the pretty unicorn was patient with her and her prancing, her head gently moving to follow, eyes following as well. She seemed shy, but very very nice.
“Tank 'ou, Wiwwy wike 'our namsie tu…” She finally looked around more, trying to peek her head over the pen walls, but she couldn’t quite see. Petunia knew this was on purpose, it was to keep new fluffies from getting scared, “where Am Wiwwy? Wan gu home…” Petunia stopped in her tracks. Oh no, here came the hard part. She wasn’t the best with explaining the situation to new fluffies, but she had to do her best. But why did this wrench her heart more than usual?
“Wiwwy am at Shewtew, Whewe Fwuffies with nu mummahs or Daddehs go to find NEW mummahs and daddehs!” She tried to sugarcoat it as much as she could, not sure if she could take the pretty mare’s face as the realization of what was going on dawned on her.
“nu…nu mummah.?” her ears couldn’t get any lower, eyes welling up with tears and snout curling up as she sniffled. “Wai mumma nu wan’ Wiwwy? Wiwwy gud fwuffy.” Petunia unfortunately didn’t have an answer, but she did have her legs to hug, which she promptly made use of to comfort the mare who’d started to cry.
“nu kno’, buh 'ou can find a nyu mummah! or daddeh!” she did her best to comfort her, heart twisting and wrenching around in her chest as the pretty mare clutched tight, sobbing against her louder. God she hoped her Daddeh wouldn’t be much longer, he was better at this than she was.
“n-nyu mummah?” she seemed to ponder this possibility,
“or Daddeh!! dat wat Shewtew am fow!” Petunia reassured, still hugging tight, she didn’t really want to let go.
“Huuu…otay…Wiwwy miss mummah thouh…”
“Toon’yuh kno. Buh Toon’yuh can Stay an’ gib huggies to hewp.!” she was doing her best, but it seemed to be helping at least a little bit for now, the mare tucking her head under hers as her sobbing calmed some. Petunia could hear footsteps coming their way now
“Petunia dear, I’m back.”
