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Sunrise smiled gratefully at the stallion as she sat down and listened with curiosity as the mare talked about her little companion. She watched with great interest as it brought them orange juice. "You invented it- er, him? That's amazing," she said, facing the mare. "I couldn't do something like that." "What about us? Well, I just got here last night. I'm considering moving here, actually. My family moved around a lot when I was young, and I remember we lived here for a little while. I've been living in Canterlot for the past few years, but It's not for me." She took a bite of her food. Pretty good. It tasted home-y, unlike most of Canterlot's fancy-schmancy food. After swallowing, she smiled again. "Anyway, I don't think I properly introduced myself. My name's Sweet Sunrise. What're your names?"
On the outskirts of Invermare, a pony in a cloak could be seen walking into town. The cloak was plain, colored a dull, dark brown. It easily covered most of her body, including her tail and cutie mark. The hood of the cloak was pulled up, casting shade on her downturned face and covering most of her mane, as well as her ears. The blue-gray mare bore two saddlebags. As she got into town, she ignored the ponies busting about. She couldn't tell the time, but she figured it was pretty early in the morning. She very nearly got hit by a door as the pony behind it opened it, but backed up quickly enough that she avoided being hit in the face. However, she did trip up, and fell to her flank on the sidewalk, the hood of her cloak flying up away from her face. A few apples and a bit bag flew out of one of her saddlebags. She scrambled to her hooves and started collecting her things, paying no mind to the stallion that had walked out of the door. "Great. Now the apples are all bruised," she huffed to herself as she inspected one of the apples that had fallen on the sidewalk. "What a start to the day."
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