private First Words [Roleplay]

[Your Nightly Spectre 1,061]

@@Akari of Duskshire,@@Ochre_Dust,  

 

He'd just nod once in a while as he'd listen, moving his eyes from her to the room, to the other pony. Star wasn't sure if what she was speaking was true, maybe they are a gang waiting for people, maybe the smoke was to make them innocent? 

 

Then another skill of his came into play, simply knowing when someone speaks the truth. Some people are very good liers, but he could tell this wasn't the case here. 

 

Star would lower his own guard. Facing the two after inspecting the house with his gaze. 

"Well, out of all places an abandoned house like this? But... whatever. It doesn't matter I suppose. Is a bit chilly out, I'd never think of a cold webbed up dusty house as a stay the night place. Then again it does give a feel of adventure. " He'd say to them, partly just kind of monologuing to himself. 

 

"Well, in that case sorry for any intrusion or anything. I hope I didn't interrupt any important bonding. " Star would give a light graceful noble bow. 

 

Who am I kidding, of course I did. 

 

"Oh, and Canterlot is indeed quite a place. You'll probably enjoy it. But steer clear of some of the upper-class ponies, they can be a pain in the back, touch him with your presance and you'll be getting a lawsuit the next day..." Maybe I could offer them a teleport? Nah, they probably won't take the offer. That wold be like just asking them to go on a random unprepared journey.  "I could offer a teleport, but I am very sure you folks arn't going just yet, and my plans arn't on staying here a moment longer, don't want to disturb you further that I already have. "  

[Professor Annabella 330]

@,

 

It had been 6 months since Annabella Alexandra Belle (Or simply Anna) discovered her ex-fiance with another mare. It was a tragic experience that she’d never forget. She’d come home early one night, only to open the door to him kissing and being close with a mare that wasn’t herself. Since then she’d move on, first to rehabilitate at her parents home in Cloudsdale, then come to accept what happened in Ponyville. Anna seemed to be better, but this wasn’t completely true.

Anna thought of this every morning. She kept count of the months, days, and sometimes even hours since the event that split her and her former soulmate. Anna kept the details a secret, because this was her new life. As the mare rolled out of her fairly uncomfortable bed, she also had to remind herself to stay postive. Stay positive, for the baby, though it’s hard not to think about the struggles.

Anna was at least always a morning pony, who’d wake up every day, and be ready to go in the lab she once worked in no matter how early the hour. Anna’s morning routine, even in her new house here in Ponyville, still made her happy. It was quiet, peaceful, and always organized like herself. A way of preparing herself that she’d done quite the same (other than a few exceptions) for 10 years now. She was 24, and started this habit when she went to boarding school when she was 14.

It consisted of brushing her teeth, brushing her golden mane, tail, and tan coat, preening her long wings… all while listening to the radio that played classical music. Anna would use the same hair brush, brushing in the same spots, and in the same way.

The only thing that was different was the fact that she pregnant.

Rolling out of bed wasn’t the same, she’d wake up later and later each day. Though morning sickness was a thing of past, in her old home with her ex-fiance (whom was the father), things didn’t get easier… only harder. Anna couldn’t sleep in the same position anymore, which made her kinda cranky. When brushing her coat, she’d have brush over her rounded belly, and she’d give it a pet or two because she truly felt affection already for the colt she’d soon have. Looking in the mirror, with the big blue eyes that’d always stared back at her, confirmed to her that he’d soon be a reality.

There was sometimes a shower, or maybe she’d skip the wing preening on some occasions. Another thing that was added was the fact that she’d wrap her hoof up in a medical wrap. This way, she didn’t have to read the words ‘We’ll be two stars, shining brighter than the rest’, since they didn’t apply to her anymore. Of course, if anypony ask, she’d just simply reply with the simple lie ‘I cut myself in the kitchen’ but Anna wasn’t looking to talk to anypony in the first place.

After putting on a grey hoodie and blue scarf, Anna proceeded to go downstairs and move forward with her plans for the day. Those were to go shopping and supply her new home with some fresh food. Once outside, she opened her wings, and flew up into the sky… looking down to find the market. This was the easiest way to get around town; with a bird’s eye view. 

[Gloomfury 243]

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He looking around the room a little and shrugged lightly. Though knowing she couldn't see it. "It's better then what I'm use to. I live down town. I only come up here sometimes. Usually for a job." He was honest with her. Whenever he talked to anyone he was always honest. He didn't see a point in dancing around subjects or hiding things that aren't really a big deal.

 

He wasn't social  but he was far from shy. 

 

"It's been a while since someone has done something nice for me. So thanks for that as well. But I am wondering why. Did I look homeless to you?" He asked simply. Not sounding insulted nor like he was accusing her.  While he waited for her answer he went over to the mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of soda and sat back on the bed. The sound of him pulling the cap off could be heard over the phone.

 

He put his hooves up and leaned against the back of the bed, taking a few sips of his drink.

Edited September 11, 2015 by Gloomfury

[-Octavia- 1,176]

@@Gloomfury, 

 

So I was right; he isn't from around here. But, did he just say...job? Her interest was somewhat piqued, but she would not start bombarding him with questions. He had just been candid; she owed him that same respect. She especially had to admire his question. "Did I look homeless to you?" No vague attempts at broaching the subject. Not the how, or the what, but the why. The understanding of the matter itself. Her eyes coming to rest on an old portrait that she kept as a subtle reminder, Aria considered how best to word her response. After several seconds, she began haltingly:

 

"Well...I suppose...I suppose it was because out of all the ponies at the tavern, you seemed to be the most genuine."

 

She let her gaze drift from the deceptively honest looking business mare.

 

Yes. Genuine. That sounded right.

Edited September 11, 2015 by Wubtavia

[Gloomfury 243]

@,

 

"Hmm." He said as he thought back on the ponies he sew in the bar. "Some of them did look like they had something to hide. " He paused to take another drink. "Though I'm not that genuine. Considering what I do to make bits. It's a little less glamorous then being a musician. I still get a fare use out of my hooves though." He took another drink. Not giving everything away about him.

 

He got up off the bed and went over to the radio, while walking on his hind legs so he wouldn't have to put down the phone or his drink. He turned to a locale station that played a bit of everything. Hr turned it low enough so he could hear her but at a high enough volume so he could hear it as well.

[-Octavia- 1,176]

@@Gloomfury,

 

Her brows furrowed slightly at his comparative. How would he know I am a musician...unless it was coincidence? Aria glanced almost subconsciously at the nightstand beside her. A cream-coloured mare with piercing green eyes and a sleek mane of red stared back at her from the cover of a magazine. Inside was a fairly standard piece about a rising star, being an earth pony in a scene dominated by unicorns. She remembered the story well, having spent a rather uncomfortable amount of time giving it. Yet the odds of this particular stallion having read this particular issue of Musician's Weekly seemed slim. She decided to put the thought out of her mind for the time being.

 

Instead, she mulled over his choice of words describing what she assumed was his career. He made it sound rather underhooved, quite literally. She felt the urge to inquire further, but thought better of it. His tone suggested that she would be met with resistance sooner or later if she attempted to pry. She tried a different approach.

 

"Well, should you ever feel the need for a more genuine way of making bits, I know somepony who may be of assistance. Feather Weight, I believe he's called. Ludicrous, I know, but he is quite adept at training boxers, and judging by your build.... Not that I was staring, of course," Aria added quickly. "I don't know the best way to contact him, but I know for certain he will be in attendance at tomorrow's symphony. 7pm at WMU's music hall. Again, only if you're interested."

 

She felt she was assuming far too much from just her first impression of the stallion. If she was, the worst he would say is no, and that would be the end of it. If she wasn't, then she could be glad that she was able to extend a helping hoof to someone in this dog-eat-dog side of the city. All she could do now, however, was wait for things to unfold.

Edited September 12, 2015 by Wubtavia

[Ochre_Dust 329]

@,@@Akari of Duskshire,  

 

"It is a little late to be heading to Canterlot, and I was just about to help Stormcloud make a meal without burning it to a crisp again." Ochre turned to look at Stormcloud. "It's my weekend now at the construction site, so I guess I could give you a personal tour of the city when you are ready to go there."

[Gloomfury 243]

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"Hmm." He hummed again. "No thanks.  I already have someone who trains me sometimes. If I wanted to become a pro I would have. Considering the pony who trains me sometimes is a heavyweight pro. But to be frank I find the less genuine life easier to handle. Living down town there aren't many ways one can make a living." He finished his drink and placed the bottle on the nightstand. He rolled onto his side to relax a little more.

 

For some reason he felt calm talking to this mare. But he didn't think too much about it. "Plus I have a record. So getting a real job is pretty much impossible. Besides, it's what I'm good at. Not much I can change about that. " He said as he stared out the window. Memories of when he was little made their way to him.  The times he was picked on and beat up. The times he started fights with the bullies. And hurting them very badly. Him getting his cutie mark, going home and finding his mother had left him.

 

"Sometimes I feel like my mark is a curse. Other times I'm glad I have it. It's sort of what kept me alive this long. I doubt you'll understand. I don't even know why I'm telling you this." He took in a deep breath though his nose. "Maybe it's because you're the first one to pity me. Where I grew up you couldn't afford to pity others. It's survival of the fittest. Cause of that you also have to chip off most of your pride, or else you'll go hungry. " He sighed.

 

"Sorry for bothering you with that. You shouldn't help me. Not like I'm worth it. Sorry for wasting your time. I'll leave you alone. Good night." He made a move to hang up.

[Fire Lily 86]

looking up cresent looked at the sky "agreed that's a pro about being nocturnal more room to fly" He then realized they were standing outside an restruant "think I justy found our breakfast" he said with a smile opening the door for the mare to go through first.

once through the two met an recepctionist "table for two" cresent said. The two batponys were led to an outside patio with an small candel lit on the table. When cresent over looked the menu he realized they found themselves in one of those bar and grill type of restruants. He shrugged,

'not exactly pasta but nothing wrong with a berger' he mused to himself   

Dusk looked around the resteraunt as they were lead to their table. It was still a little too early for there to be many ponies there and there was only one other couple out their on the patio with them. Dusk had only a small thought about that and quickly pushed it out of her mind. This was just breakfast with someone clearly just as distracted as she was she told herself as she sat down and started looking over the menu. "So what sounds good to you?" She asked Cresent while still trying not to directly look at him. 

[Akari of Duskshire 581]

@,@@Ochre_Dust,

 

Stormcloud blinked and tilted her head slightly at the mention of "bonding", but she didn't think much about it. Well sorry the few inns between here and Ponyville were either full or charged an outrageous price! "Thank you, but I-" Yet again another sentence cut short by a bit of coughing. "I prefer getting around on hoof," she said with a bit of embarrassed laughter. "Too much dust here, thought I cleaned up the place some," she said to herself. At the sound of a personal tour, she turned to Ochre Dust and smiled and nodded. "I'd love that, thank you. Oh..." She looked at the both of them and inclined her head. "I'm sorry for worrying you both."

Edited September 12, 2015 by Akari of Duskshire

[Your Nightly Spectre 1,061]

@@Ochre_Dust, @@Akari of Duskshire,

 

"Well... alright then. Understandable. " He'd give a light bow. "Have a nice evening. "

 

Lighting up his horn a second later he'd be gone in a flash of purple light and a poof of magical smoke.

 

Appearing outside of Canterlot Dark Star would walk towards the cities sie gate, greetings the guards there and looking at the train passing by and entering the nearby train station. He'd shiver a bit as he'd walk into a light pile of mushy snow.

 

At least it isn't below zero today... I hate winter coats.

 

Trotting over he'd look at the train stopping at the station, stopping for a second to watch the ponies leave. His job as investigator demanded him to be open to anything, and any arriving train was a threat. Once more trotting he'd get on the platform, moving over to the middle for a better view point. Observing and inspecting the ponies leaving it.

 

@@MiniKirby123,

Edited September 12, 2015 by TheLonelySpectre

[Plume 922]

Jazz simply hummed as the train drew into the station, watching the steady blur of scenery fade into more recognisable features. No matter how many times she made the trip, it was still just as intriguing to watch as the arrived in Canterlot.

Before long, the train had chuffed to a stand-still, and other ponies were beginning to make their way off - most of them were carrying luggage and probably had plans to stay for quite a while. Hm. Maybe I should have actually made plans. Oh well. she thought, slinging her guitar over her shoulder again and throwing on a scarf, before and stepping down onto the platform.

Ah. There is something quite beautiful about Canterlot weather. she hummed, stepping into a small pile of snow with a smile. Jazz adjusted the scarf she'd hastily thrown around her neck, making her way towards the exit of the station. [ ] There was a guard pony standing smack bang in the middle of the milling ponies, but she thought nothing of it. It's Canterlot. He's probably waiting for somepony or something.

 

[Ochre_Dust 329]

@@Akari of Duskshire,  

 

With the guard leaving, Ochre turned to Stormcloud. "I'll work on a meal while you clean some more if you like."

 

Ochre set to seeing what was available, which wasn't much, there was an old bag of oats that wasn't moldy, but to find anything else, he left the house briefly, eventually finding a blueberry bush a short distance into the forest. With that he started boiling the oats for some simple oatmeal. Ochre peered over his shoulder to Stormcloud.

 

"Was it just me, or did that stallion come off as a little bit rude?"

[Akari of Duskshire 581]

@@Ochre_Dust,

 

Stormcloud nodded, grabbing a few old feather dusters and a clean piece of cloth to cover her mouth with.  I suppose I should make this at least more presentable if another traveller or someone else decides to use this.  With that, she got to work dusting the ceiling, finding spots she had missed and getting many places at once thanks to her magic.  By the time Ochre got back, lots of dust had gotten on her horns, her mane, the floor... everywhere, really, but the ceiling.

 

"Rude?  Well, he DID come across two strangers in an abandoned house.  Maybe this is the thousandth time it happened or he was itching for some action."  She would say all this as she began to sweep the dust out, all while dusting some more places and shaking some of the dust off of herself.

 

"How is he able to teleport?"

Edited September 13, 2015 by Akari of Duskshire

[Ashen Pathfinder 16,161]

@@Professor Annabella

 

There were some days the words on his hoof were ignored, and others were he would ponder on it for a few hours. He could never understand their true meaning, nor the reason why they were there in the first place. His friends never had them, so he could never figured out why he was so unique among those in Derbyshire. Sighing to himself he entered the marketplace and looked over the various stalls of food and goods the local ponies had to offer.

 

Not exactly being a picky eater he had grabbed a number of items that consisted of his usual diet, and a few new things to try out. Getting the chance to vacation on his own in Ponyville really gave him opportunities to try new foods & all, as well as meet new ponies. He couldn't wait to see what else may happen.

[Your Nightly Spectre 1,061]

One of the other station guards would come up to him.

"Spot any serious criminals?" He'd chuckle.

 

Looking deep into the crowd Star would just ignore him, before pulling his helmet down to his eyes.

 

"This is why you are awful at your job. "

 

"Come on, which criminal would use a public train and risk being spotted by a bastion of guards guarding the station? "

 

Looking around again at the crowd he'd sigh.

 

"No one here apparently. "

 

@@MiniKirby123,

 

Sighing once more, Star would begin to walk over to the way off the station. Suddenly being hit by a horn-ache as he would once in a while, his horn lighting up by itself. Unable to control his flow of magic and his horn seeming to have a mind of its own he'd randomly teleport, falling in-front of the guitarist mare, his back deep in the snow as the short pain would end. 

 

"Bloody horn... " He'd sigh, his vision clearing out, looking up at the mare.

"Do... excuse me. " Star would say shyly, a bit not sure what to say in such a situation, expecting to be massacred verbally if she was one of those kind of ponies with a short temper. Hearing the other guards give out light chuckles, this being quite often for him, so them being used to it.

Edited September 13, 2015 by TheLonelySpectre

[-Octavia- 1,176]

@@Gloomfury,

 

"Excuse me, but we are not finished yet," Aria declared. She did not want to sound forceful, but she had said it rather loudly in case the reciever had left his ear. The distant hum of a radio told her he was still on the other end. She did not know how she had managed to gain his confidence, and did not ask. She could not in good conscience, however, listen to such self-deprecation.

 

The problem was that she did not quite know how to proceed. She was dealing with what sounded like subject matter born of raw emotion, which meant that she, in turn, would have to respond with equal emotional comprehension. It was not that she was unwilling or unable, for she did quite understand his predicament. Rather, it was the right words with which she struggled. It was a haze of thought; an idea, a concept without words that she could simply feel was right, if only she could express it. She began slowly, her tone softer now, attempting to sift through this haze as best she could so that she could order these thoughts into something more eloquent:

 

"I think you confuse pity with compassion. I did not see somepony who deserved somewhat contemptuous sorrow as a lesser being in that tavern. I saw somepony who deserved assistance as an equal." She paused, having come to the crux of the concept she wanted to convey. She would need to be firm, but the issue presented a fine line, and might just as easily come across as harsh. "Now, if you wish to sit there and tell me you are fine living in such limiting conditions, then I cannot stop you. It is your life, and I have no business telling you how to live it when I know so little of it. But, I would like you to do one thing for me. When you next get the chance, I want you to look at yourself in a mirror and say 'I am happy with this life'. Not so I can hear it, not so anybody else can hear it, but so you can hear it. If you feel no twinge of regret or self-doubt, if you truly accept and appreciate yourself, then it is I who should apologize for wasting [/i]your[/i] time. If you do, however...then you know who to call."

 

"Now, we are finished. Good night." Aria promptly hung up; it would not do for her to stay up so late when tomorrow could be so life-changing. Why she felt the need to save this stallion from himself, she had not the faintest idea, but it would not be wise to dwell upon it. Slowly laying back on the bed on which she had been sitting, she waited for exhaustion to take her from reality.

[Professor Annabella 330]

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Anna didn't fly very long, due to the fact that she wasn't exactly supposed to be flying with the added weight. It honestly left her wings sore after doing so. So why did she? Well it was the only way to get around town. When you flew high enough you could see certain landmarks, such as the market, then you could just walk in that direction until you eventually found it. This was half the reason she left Cloudsdale. Cloudsdale you had no choice but to fly constantly. Some local mothers-to-be would just condition there wings, but Anna wasn't the best at flying to begin with.

 

Anna had a certain walk to her that showed the lack of confidence she seemed to have. She didn't want to have to talk to anypony, in all honesty, but mostly because she was scared. Anna was never shy, but she just didn't want to have to explain her situation. Everybody wanted to know all about the baby, especially friendly folk around here. Her head stayed low, along with her ears. Not completely low, but, maybe halfway or so. Anna didn't walk very fast either, but at a very slow pace while avoiding eye-contact.

 

The pegasus wandered around in her grey hoodie, and blue scarf, with her golden mane in a messy bun. Anna looked for food she needed and not food she craved. She was really craving carrots, but she wanted to avoid getting them because they'd be all she'd buy and probably eat for the next few days... She knew because that's what she did with the instant hay noodles.

 

Anna was picky, and really wasn't finding anything she wanted. Instead she wandered over to the foal supplies and gawked at it. Annabella sat on her haunches and put one hood over her belly, thinking about how much she really didn't want to change diapers. Meanwhile, a few passing young mares giggled at her. In reality, they were probably giggling at how adorable she looked, gawking at the foal stand while having a hoof on a pretty noticeable rounded belly. This made her blush and scurry off, because Anna felt as if they were actually laughing AT her.

 

What was she doing? Oh yeah, carrots.

 

Anna grabbed a bag and was starting to take a week worth of carrots, not paying much attention to it. Again, a mare who was probably a mother already, innocently giggled at her. She wasn't the first pregnant mare to crave carrots. This only made her move faster, making her more paranoid as she tossed them in her bag. Was everyone looking at her?

 

Carrots were a delicacy that were grown fresh and well in Ponyville. Next to apples, they were probably the next best thing, and Anna took a small bin full. She reached for the last one, stretching down into the bottom of the bin.

 

Apparently she wasn't the only one... her hoof met with a stallion's that was almost as gold as she was. Both hooves gently touching and grabbing each other instead of a carrot that still laid at the bottom.

[Ochre_Dust 329]

@@Akari of Duskshire, 

 

"I guess he trained in teleportation. I didn't get a good look at his cutie mark, maybe he's a savant for magic."

 

Ochre stirred the porridge as it began to steam. He looked out of the corner of his eye, noticing that Stormcloud had become caked in dust from her cleaning. He smiled slightly at the sight of it. "May I ask what made you want to visit Canterlot?" he asked.

[Gloomfury 243]

@,

 

 Tungsten heard every word the mare said even though the receiver wasn't to his ear. That was the first time every that someone was stern with him. His mother didn't even talk to him that way. He put the receiver back on the phone and sat up the place it back on the night stand. He starred at the wall for a while with his body hunched over. Think about what she said and the meaning of every word.

 

He then looked at his hooves. The heavy calluses build up in his hooves. Because of them he didn't need to wear horseshoes. But he still took good care of them. Removing dirt and grime build up. They looked harsh but well maintained. If he just fraught everyone and anyone he could, why did he bother to take care of them? He couldn't answer.

 

He slowly got up want went to the bathroom. To do what the mare asked. He stared into the mirror, for about an hour. He looked at every inch of his face. She scars and marks from years of fighting. The resent bruises he got just today. His yellow eyes that are a little off balance from taking a lot of hits to them. His nose that's been broken more then a dozen times, now it's a little crooked. 

 

It's been years since he looked at himself. Now that he is, he couldn't recognize himself. And he didn't like what he sees. But for some reason he was proud of his scars. Maybe because he's learn to respect and like fighters, thanks to his boss and the others he works with. But their reasons for fighting were a mile apart. They fought for fun and the thrill.

 

The reason why he fights it to feel something. Though it was only pain he just wanted some bodily contact. In a way it's almost like getting a hug whenever he's being hit. And it's like giving one when he hits back. Though he can't remember what a real hug felt like. Not even his mother hugged him. Though she was always nice to him. But deep down, even though she was nice, she didn't love him.

 

Tears started to fall from his eyes. He looked away from the mirror, He clinched the sink as his sorrow and anger started to build up. His body was shaking, he could barely stand.  He caught another glimpse of himself at the mirror. In a impulse of anger he punched the mirror. Shattering it. He fell to the floor and sat with his back to the cold wall. His hoof was bleeding a little but he didn't pay attention to it.

 

A hour or two later he dressed his hoof's wound and gathered up the glass from the mirror and threw them away. He went bak ino the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. He fell asleep soon after. After really thinking about himself he dashed thosethoughts away for now. Now all he dreamt about was that mare. 

[Akari of Duskshire 581]

@@Ochre_Dust,

 

So it's true.  It's NOT granted to them, it's studied.  Fascinating...  She tilted her head at Ochre's smile, not sure what was causing it, but she replied,"Well, I heard so many things about it.  A shining, white city in the mountains, beautiful in so many ways.  I found new knowledge and adventure in Ponyville, now Canterlot is next."  She looked off in the direction of the city, a smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes.

 

"My parents told me that wind means a great archer.  I think it means something more."  She looked over in the corner of the room, where a longbow and a capped quiver of arrows were, along with saddle bags that clearly didn't hold much.

Edited September 13, 2015 by Akari of Duskshire

[Ochre_Dust 329]

@@Akari of Duskshire, 

 

Ochre looked to the longbow and arrows. Was Stormcloud a warrior? A hunter? He figured the answer would come eventually without too much prying. He took the pot of oatmeal off the stove and began adding the blueberries. "You're a long ways from home I'm guessing? Did you come to Canterlot to learn more about... wind, and your name and... stuff?"

[Akari of Duskshire 581]

@@Ochre_Dust,

 

For a few minutes, there was silence.  Then she took out some needle and thread and began to sew the tears in the worn sofa.  "Oh, something like that.  Not literally, of course.  But why would I go to Canterlot to learn more about my name?  I don't think 'Stormcloud' has a special meaning."  She shook her magatama to get the dust off, the cloth around her mouth protecting her from the particles that were still in the air (and also preventing her from smelling the oatmeal).  Then an exciting question came to her.  "Ochre-san, what are your warriors like?"  Wait a minute, was that too formal?

Edited September 14, 2015 by Akari of Duskshire

[Ashen Pathfinder 16,161]

@@Professor Annabella

 

As Pathfinder walked through the marketplace he was running through various food items in his head. His vacation stock was fairly low so he was going to need quite a few things. His favorite foods included things like carrots, hay noodles, and hay fries, but he also knew he needed more than just his favorite things. Going through the various stalls he picked out and filled his saddle bags with a variety assortment of fruits, veggies, and other goods.

 

As he filled his bags he worked his way towards the carrots; the last item on his list. Among the things he discovered about Ponyville was that the carrots were especially delectable. Of course he wasn't dissing the variety grown in Derbyshire, but there seemed to really be something special about the Ponyville variety.

 

As he was walking he looked around at the towns-ponies; smiling as he did. Every pony was friendly here; at least from what he could tell. He would need to get to know the ponies around here better when he had the chance. But first he needed food.

 

He had reached the area where the carrots were stored and was reaching for some when his hoof made contact with that of another pony. A hoof almost the shade of gold that his was and for reasons he couldn't explain they had touched and were not moving away from each others.

[Professor Annabella 330]

@,

 

Anna stood there for a moment, as her face went from it's usual color to a red almost as bright as the bin of tomatoes only a few feet away. It took a few seconds to reset anna.exe, before she pulled her hoof out of the bin faster then it dug itself in there. It wasn't really a touch, because Anna panicked they were holding hooves for quite a few seconds. She was a little shocked... Stallion alert. Cute stallion alert, too. Her ears fell to the side of her head as she tried to open her mouth to come up with some sort of explanation. Anna sat back on her haunches, while accidentally dropping her carrots. Was she overeacting? Her face was still as red as a tomato.

 

"I-Uh... I just... well. I..." and this inaudible drivel went on for a second as Anna searched for words, most of what she was saying didn't make much sense. Her mind took over and she just decided to say whatever came first to mind! Whatever she had to say to get her out of this situation.

 

"I... I'm... I don't- have... Well. It's okay... I just... really wanted carrots... pregnant and all... and I... just... took a lot. Cravings. And... well... it's okay... accidents... I'm single anyway so it's no big deal! I mean- Why did I say that!"

 

Anna's hoof shot up and covered her mouth. She slowly removed it. She had to explain! But he was so cute... But she had to snap out of it! Her ex was super cute too and look how THAT turned out.

 

"I just mean like- Some stallions are over protective! Like even a hoof touch and they get all weird. So I was just saying I'm single because... I really don't know. I'm sorry I touched your hoof"

 

Anna smiled a big smile at him that looked really awkward.