Hydrangea Bud (Hydra)
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Hydrangea Bud was a serious pony. Perhaps so serious to the point, it was weird. But she was also weird in a different way. She liked to sit in fields of flowers and just talk. She talked to nopony at all, just to herself. Or so everypony thought.
Hydra love flowers. Her cutie mark had to do with flowers. She could tell how a flower felt. If it was happy, she knew. If it was sad, she knew.
Unfortunately for her no one understood this and why she took flowers so seriously. Instead ponies chose to whisper about her and laugh. She knew all to well that they did this. So she was serious.
The flowers were happy. It was spring and time for them to bloom. They were quietly humming a song to Hydra as her eyes fluttered sleepily. Yes, if the flowers were happy, she was happy. Even the dandelions were pleased.
Hoofsteps echoed in the distance and the flowers began to worry. They didn't want to be trampled. Hyrda sat up and watched over the flower protectively, waiting for whatever pony was approaching.