Artemisia

I enjoy House, and I have taken house dance classes before, but I need to look up those names, it seems like I may like them I like both house and french(taking french class) perhaps this will give me some interesting cultural perspective hmm I like it alot but what makes it 'french'?

I really like Marilyn Monroes musicals (ie.Gentlemen Prefer Blondes-) I also LOVE Dr.Horribles and like Sweney Todd But Dr. Horrible-All the feels

Recently I haven't been holding on to my dreams when I wake up anymore, but the last dream I really remember was a nightmare which I have had before. I had this dream, it felt so real I could not discern it from reality intill AFTER I woke up. In the dream my oldest brother Will dies in a car crash, so basically my whole dream was losing my brother and I woke up sobbing at like 4 in the morning, i couldn't move I couldn't get up, and I had no clue if it was real or not, no matter how many times I told myself it was just a dream I just couldn't handle it. That is most definently the worst dream I have ever had.

I frickin love halloween. last year i went trick or treating (14) but I didn't care. It is about having fun, dressing up, and eating candy with your friends I do not know what to be this year though... ideas?

Artemisia was relieved to see a stallion appear to help them. " I would like some...hmm...whatever is the most delicious. And Lark here, well...what do you want to eat Lark?" She turned towards her hungry companion and asked him. She then popped in quite quickly "And some tea too please!"

She gave a sinnical laugh "Haha, no, I am not okay, I think it's twisted or sprained" She tried to laugh to keep her from crying but It truly hurt. His calm tone helped her relax and stop breathing so deeply. "Ha. I laugh at pain!" She joked trying to stave off more tears. She then realized that she was LAUGHING and stopped. She gritted her teeth and tried to fight through the pain. "Umm...Can you fix it?"

Artemisia looked at Lark, "It doesn't seem like anyone is here..." She turned to face the front counter of the cafe and hit the gold bell on the counter with her hoof. She craned her neck and peered behind the counter to look for a sign of someone to take their order. "are they open? What time is it Lark?

"Thank you Lark. Would you mind if we sat together?" She passed through the door to the cafe and moved over to a table with three chairs towards the center of the nearly empty cafe. She waited for him to pass through the doorway and she smiled "Let's get something to eat shall we? My name is Artemisia in case you were wondering."

"Oh, thank you. Thank you, sir." She said gratefully as he freed her luggage, her canterlot accent showing through in her tone as she talked hurriedly. " Well I am unfamiliar with this part of town, I suppose there must be a nearby cafe or resteraunt. Then when I get directions or get my bearings as to where we are then I could bring you to this market near the home where I grew up." She replied to the stallion "What is your name sir?" She asked as she checked her bag for damage, well, more damage.

Artemisia brushed aside her braided gold mane from her face as she pulled her luggage behind her. It was worn and rough around the edges, covered in coffee mug stains and stamps and stickers from distant cities and countries. The wheels clattered loudly as they fell in and out from in between rocks on the cobblestone road. Her cape fluttered in the slight breeze exposing her cutie mark, a map of the known world. She made her way down the streets of Canterlot where she grew up. She had not been back since she left when she was 16, she was 19 now (she also went on a trip when she was 15 but returned sooner) and had seen parts of the world most ponys never saw and spoken with the creatures there in their native tongues. But finally she was back in Canterlot, back to search for her family who supported her and encouraged her gift with languages. She slowed down when she realized she was lost. It had been years and she had never been in this part of town before. Although she could make her way throughout the world without getting lost she could not manage the winding, maze-like streets of Canterlot. She tugged on her bag when it got stuck in a rut but could not get it unstuck. She sighed and sat down on top of it, missing the home she once knew. Eventually she spotted another pony walking into a cafe and shouted at them "Excuse me, would you mind helping me get my luggage out of this rut, it's stuck."

((That post was like jaw dropping. Soo well written. )) MaryAnne smiled at the beautiful scenery and stood a moment in thought. It really was amazing she had no way to describe the beauty of the landscape. She simply smiled. She took a step back to give SilverMane more room but instead stumbled back on her rear hoove twisting it into an odd shape. She slid to the ground and held her rear hoof with her front hooves. She moaned in pain. "Excuse me Lord SilverMane but I seem to have injured myself..." Her eyes started brimming with tears and she clenched her teeth in an attempt to remain strong and composed. A useless attempt.

((Okay!Goodnight!! Its probably about evening or sunset)) MaryAnne's jaw dropped as Silvermane opened the door to the amazing room, she looked around the room at the table and the telescope. She peered out one of the windows to see the beautiful sunset sky filled with clouds and birds. "This place just keeps amazing me lord Silvermane." She said in a hushed tone. ((PS great post, nicely written, great imagery))

"This mural is amazing, who may I ask painted the mural?" She stopped behin dhim and joined him as he admired the artwork. She was increasingly fascinated by his home with each step she took and of him by each question she asked. She switched her weight from side to side as she took in the mural of Princess Luna.

"A small hunger relief sounds just splendid.Thank you." She smiled at him. "Is that where we will be sitting then?" She gestured with her front right hoof and a toss of her head. "Your home truly is magnificent, absolutely beautiful. No wonder I have never seen you in town, why would you ever feel the need to leave?"

MaryAnne smiled apprehensively and nodded, "Alright then. It is nice to speak with you as well Lord Silvermane, where shall we be taking our meal?" She was glad to see him lessed distressed and was hoping to steer the conversation towards something more light hearted.