Post by Sweets on May 15, 2012 20:16:06 GMT
The music played. The small covered wagon rocked lightly with the movement from the pony that carted it about. The figure was covered in a red satin cloak, lined with intricate black designs along every edge. Black roses bloomed in the corners. And still, the music played. The pony unhitched itself from the wagon, letting it rest in the center of the square. The sound of gypsy music filled the air and hung like miles of streamers, only to dazzle your ears and not your eyes.
There, in front of the red and pink cart, painted to meticulously, so lovingly. It gleamed in the sunlight as the cloaked figure stood there.
And still, the music played. The trill of a flute in the back. The deep bass of the tuba. The accordion that seemed to make itself known above all other instruments... And then a melody, as if there was song.
From the hoof of the figure, the lovely covering went to kiss the golden sun, and fluttered to the ground. Standing there, before everypony to see was a mare. Young, soft... Slender and feminine, and looked as if she could melt into the wind. Golden blonde fur shimmered, and turquoise hair shone. She was like some golden statue, so delicate and precious. And yet, had nopony at her side.
The mare didn’t seem phased. Her mouth opened, and out came the sound of bells on the summer breeze. Puffed, ruffled sleeves of her blouse swayed with her every moment as she sang, the melody made just for this.
'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 she signs this melodious tune, she moves around, and her cart opens in a stand. A marvel of a contraption. Above the booth is a sign; ‘Libra: Matchmaker, Fortune-Teller.’ the rings in her ears shimmer as she whips about, and walks into her stand, head held regal and high. But, there was a kindness to her eyes, and open, approachable air to her sweet face. A banner unravels below the stand;
‘Open to One and All!’
There, in front of the red and pink cart, painted to meticulously, so lovingly. It gleamed in the sunlight as the cloaked figure stood there.
And still, the music played. The trill of a flute in the back. The deep bass of the tuba. The accordion that seemed to make itself known above all other instruments... And then a melody, as if there was song.
From the hoof of the figure, the lovely covering went to kiss the golden sun, and fluttered to the ground. Standing there, before everypony to see was a mare. Young, soft... Slender and feminine, and looked as if she could melt into the wind. Golden blonde fur shimmered, and turquoise hair shone. She was like some golden statue, so delicate and precious. And yet, had nopony at her side.
The mare didn’t seem phased. Her mouth opened, and out came the sound of bells on the summer breeze. Puffed, ruffled sleeves of her blouse swayed with her every moment as she sang, the melody made just for this.
'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 she signs this melodious tune, she moves around, and her cart opens in a stand. A marvel of a contraption. Above the booth is a sign; ‘Libra: Matchmaker, Fortune-Teller.’ the rings in her ears shimmer as she whips about, and walks into her stand, head held regal and high. But, there was a kindness to her eyes, and open, approachable air to her sweet face. A banner unravels below the stand;
‘Open to One and All!’