# Pastebin 8OZpt39O
Blind.

The word echoed through the quit common room as some as the ponies looked up at the stairs that the mare in the cloak had vanished up. Such a small word, blind, and all the more powerful for it.  

From the looks of the ponies filling the room, with there ears folded back, they where all struck speechless by it. But none where as touched as Heart Song. for one such as her who had everything, the very idea that somepony was lacking some so vital reached out and struck a chord deep inside her. 

Heart looked up at the stairs to second floor that the mare in cloak had dissipiered up. SLowly she got up and troted up toward the copuple why had been talking before.