Post by Sweets on May 24, 2012 14:01:36 GMT
Trottingham... A little place, but easily very interesting to the roving eyes of this hooded figure. She pulled her wagon silently, only the sound of her clopping hooves on cobblestone making noise. What a small place, she thought as head lifted. Bright eyes sparkled in wonder. Ponyville wasn't the biggest town, but certainly bigger than this, right? She sighed, and grinned wide. Sure, small was no problem! Not a problem at all!
The cart stopped abruptly in the market square, out of the way of ponies looking to buy and trade. And music played. She grinned. I can handle this being such a small town... After all...
The cape, so black, decorated at the borders with lovely red roses, kissed the sun and billowed down upon the light breeze that signaled the change from Spring to Summer. Then, it would be time for this mysterious young mare to shed her black robes, and go for the white.
And as she thought, her mind a clockwork toy ever spinning, the music played. Her cart would begin to open and unfurl like some mechanical flower in bloom. The wood creaked and the cogs grunted as they did the thing they were made to.
And still the music played, followed by a catchy little melody. The golden mare opened her mouth, standing demurely before her opening cart, that morphed and changed with an odd beauty. And, form her maw, came the voice of wind against bluebells, the voice of tinkling jingle bells in winter. She sang to that tune, that she knew by heart.
'Come one! Come all!
Hear the future! Learn from the past,
Come right now, while the present lasts!
Everypony deserves to hear
Everypony, loud and clear
Everypony deserves to hear their fate
Offered up on Libra’s silver plate!
Not looking for fame or fortune?
Is it something humbler you seek?
Step up, right this way, anypony
Come to my wagon
Have yourself a peek!
Here, in my little shop of wonders,
I have just what anypony wants.
A chance for love
And eternal happiness
With a pony to call your own!
Everypony deserves to hear
Everypony, loud and clear
Everypony deserves to hear their fate
Offered up on Libra’s silver plate!
Here, I’ll make your dreams come true
Here, you’ll see the light.
I can tell exactly who you’re knight-or princess- is!
I can tell you who’s perfect for you!
This, and more I offer you
Have your cake and eat it, too!
Take a peek at your love and fate
Take it from Libra’s silver plate!'
And as this cheerful melody was sung, she would dance, and such grace... Brought many of the ponies that stared to dancing lightly as well, finding this new mare enchanting, and so very mysterious. She just opened up like a newly emerged butterfly from its cocoon. Her puffed sleeves billowed, each ruffle on her blouse danced. Her silver jewelry twinkled coyly at the ponies as she pranced back to her cart- now, her stand. Above, a sign:
‘Libra: Matchmaker, Fortune-Teller... Open To All!'
The cart stopped abruptly in the market square, out of the way of ponies looking to buy and trade. And music played. She grinned. I can handle this being such a small town... After all...
The cape, so black, decorated at the borders with lovely red roses, kissed the sun and billowed down upon the light breeze that signaled the change from Spring to Summer. Then, it would be time for this mysterious young mare to shed her black robes, and go for the white.
And as she thought, her mind a clockwork toy ever spinning, the music played. Her cart would begin to open and unfurl like some mechanical flower in bloom. The wood creaked and the cogs grunted as they did the thing they were made to.
And still the music played, followed by a catchy little melody. The golden mare opened her mouth, standing demurely before her opening cart, that morphed and changed with an odd beauty. And, form her maw, came the voice of wind against bluebells, the voice of tinkling jingle bells in winter. She sang to that tune, that she knew by heart.
'Come one! Come all!
Hear the future! Learn from the past,
Come right now, while the present lasts!
Everypony deserves to hear
Everypony, loud and clear
Everypony deserves to hear their fate
Offered up on Libra’s silver plate!
Not looking for fame or fortune?
Is it something humbler you seek?
Step up, right this way, anypony
Come to my wagon
Have yourself a peek!
Here, in my little shop of wonders,
I have just what anypony wants.
A chance for love
And eternal happiness
With a pony to call your own!
Everypony deserves to hear
Everypony, loud and clear
Everypony deserves to hear their fate
Offered up on Libra’s silver plate!
Here, I’ll make your dreams come true
Here, you’ll see the light.
I can tell exactly who you’re knight-or princess- is!
I can tell you who’s perfect for you!
This, and more I offer you
Have your cake and eat it, too!
Take a peek at your love and fate
Take it from Libra’s silver plate!'
And as this cheerful melody was sung, she would dance, and such grace... Brought many of the ponies that stared to dancing lightly as well, finding this new mare enchanting, and so very mysterious. She just opened up like a newly emerged butterfly from its cocoon. Her puffed sleeves billowed, each ruffle on her blouse danced. Her silver jewelry twinkled coyly at the ponies as she pranced back to her cart- now, her stand. Above, a sign:
‘Libra: Matchmaker, Fortune-Teller... Open To All!'