Why so colourful? (Open!)

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The sunshine was perfect for the amateur fashion show. The setup was a little theater put in a quaint cheap park in manehattan. Obviously not everyone had the money to afford Manehattan's most prominent runways, but this seemed somewhat cheap. However, Grantisimo had to admit. It was fitting to their 'theme'. Showing a Spring collection outside on a sunny day, to show off how beautiful it would look during the soon to be arriving spring was actually a pretty good idea. And considering they found the perfect day to do it, Sunny and just warm enough for the onlookers to enjoy the show, they had bagged themself a pretty good deal. Grantisimo simply seated himself, being one of the first, because he had been hired to assist with the show. it was to his shame he could not assist with the design of the dresses, for hardly all of them appeased to his tastes. He had relentlessly drilled the models to perfect the runway walk, even in the somewhat chilly weather. He taught them all the tricks to ignore goosebumps and stay comfortable in their dresses in this outside runway. He even taught them what to do incase the wind picks up and blows their dress a bit to the side. Some tips and experiences he's remembered from teaching Cloudsdale models.

Grantisimo wore his despicable pastel coloured hair in a ponytail, all the while having an expensive custom-made pair of sunglasses resting on his beak, and a real proper fashionista's shoulderbag on the floor next to him. He stood straight, looking high and mighty towards the podium, waiting for the show to start, watching as other ponies started to join the crowd ready to watch the show. It was going to be 10 minutes before the show officially started. Perhaps he should make some.. ugh, 'conversation' with somepony...

[Frost Moon]

Today was a good day. Light and warmth filled my soul with cheeriness as I walked down the streets of Manehattan, taking a right into the park. The light came through the trees in a beautiful dappled pattern as  trotted down the path. I heard a commotion near me, many onies gathering around a stage. Curious, I stepped towards it. I noticed a poster that read "Fashion Show! Come to the the beautiful dresses, enjoy the ark, and stop for a refreshment or two!" A time and date were specified below, and I realized it would begin in about 15 minutes. I skirted around the crowd and stopped by a refreshment stand, tossing a few bits on the table to pay for a rather large cup of lemonade, which I took with my magic. I shuffled through the crowd to a spot where the stage was easily seen. The show hadn't started yet, but I sat downlooking up the stage. Beside me was a griffon with colorful hair pulled up in a ponytail. He was wearing sunglasses, and had a bag next to him. "Hello, sir! you appear to be knowledgeable of matters such as these" I said to the griffon as I noticed the designer shoulderbag, that I knew for a fact was a true fashionista shoulderbag "Could you tell me about this fashion show?" I smiled and hoped he was listening "I don't go to a lot of these fashion shows, so I don't really know what is going on."

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As the mare came sitting next to him, and explained her plight, Grantisimo could not help but roll his eyes. "It's an open fashion show, Darling. Ms Prima, a small time Manehattan designer, is showing off her Spring collection. I suppose an open showing has it's.. perks of attracting all kinds of folk." he said, looking at Frost Moon with sharp eyes. Soft Whites and blues. Not bad, actually. She'd work really well with certain winter fashion outfits. However, spring was coming. Perhaps there would be a soft blue dress Grantisimo would enjoy, and could imagine the mare next to him in. He had no idea if blue was even in right now, but he figured soft colours always went well in spring fashion.

"I am glad you can recognize a fashionista in his environment though. There are some who don't even notice who can walk the walk and wear proper attire." he sputtered, with slight disgust in his tone. He was clearly an elitist of some sort, but it was completely unsurprising for a gryphon to act this way. "I'm a multi-talent advisor in the fashion world. I was hired as runway instructor for the models of this show. They would do well to remember my tips." he said, idly looking at his gryphon claws, picking at little bits of dirt in their tips. He placed it back down carefully in some grass, hoping they wouldn't get dirty again. "The show's beginning soon. You're simply expected to sit by and do nothing but gaze at this... fashion, doing it's best." he slowly said. One would normally expect a fashionista to hold all fashion in high regard and say something more amazing, but this gryphon was clearly intent on being the harsh critic and tough crowd. His eyes leered through his sunglasses. One could only hope that someone like him didn't make the models nervous.

[Frost Moon]

I was relieved that the griffon replied, for griffons aren't know for being nice and helpful. He explained about the fashion show being open, and he was there to help the models, and I got the impression he wasn't a fan of the work that was being displayed. "Thank you, sir, for the information. I've been raised long enough in Manehattan to know my share of knowledge, but fashion isn't really my scene. I have been taught to recognize good fashion sense and when you are in the presence of a fashionista. My father had a friend who worked with clothes, and he had a bag just like that. He said it was 'the ultimate fashionista shoulder bag'. Sorry if I am talking a bit much, I haven't talked to anyone but my family in a while. I'm not one for talking, but even I need interactions other than the same four ponies every day. So, you mentioned the designer, Ms. Prima and her spring collection? I'm not one for spring, and spring clothes just get on my nerves. I don't know why, but I can't stand them. Um, I will stop talking now." I finished, realizing how much talking I just did. I glanced around and checked my watch. About 4-5 minutes till the show.

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Grantisimo stared forward, hiding his slight irritation as she babbled and babbled and babbled. He wasn't one for conversation for people outside of his job. but perhaps she -did- have a point. Might be healthy to have a chat with someone other than the usual folk. "Ugh, don't get me started on most spring collections. You ponies just throw out colours and colours and more colours, as if spring covers your world completely with rainbows. All i remember from spring in Griffonstone is the replacement of snow with rain, and just as dour as usual." He stated, rolling his eyes. he obviously wasn't a huge fan of spring collections. However, he did have the decency to observe the show, as he had helped instruct the models who would be showing the fashion. If anything, he could compliment them on their walk, if the dresses were absolutely horrid this time around. he had seen a few, and not all of them seemed horrid yet. "Can't believe they'd hold something like this in Dirt, too..." he looked at his claw again, and there were already more specks of dirt on it. Due to the sharp, thin nature of claws, they got far more dirt on them then hooves did. Although at the very least Gryphons could clean their claws with their other claw, For a pony to clean their hoof they usually needed assistance, or to be a unicorn. The show would be starting in a bit, but there was still time for the two to converse a little, at the very least. This gryphon didn't seem -too- impossible, or at the very least somewhat better than the stories.

[Frost Moon]

The griffon complained about the excessive colors of spring clothes. He spoke of spring not as the colorful blooming season that everyone expects, but of it as dreary, rainy months. I looked at the griffon once again, wondering what he was thinking. What was his name? Who does he know? Where is he headed? What was his personality? "Once I read a book about different species and where they live, it said 'Griffonstone is a terribly dreary place, matching the dreary and rude attitudes of it's residents'. Honestly, it was the most biased book I have ever read. Is it really that dreary and gray there, in Griffonstone?" I noticed a few ponies peeking out from behind the curtains. I looked up at the stage, eager to see what creations they had come up with. The stage barely caught my attention, though, and I was attracted by the park. This park was normally tranquil with the sun poking through the trees, and the animals sneaking around. It was a beautiful park, full of trees, grass, animals, flowers, and benches, tables, chairs, and the occasional stand. Right now, it was full of chattering and sales ponies, ponies darting this way and that in order to get the best view of the stage. I heard dozens of ponies talking and exchanging greetings, some right near my ears.

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"Oh the book isn't entirely wrong. Gryphons are no pleasant folk. I only hope it didn't dare say that Gryphons are ruder than you pony folk. A Gryphon's rude, but a pony's snide and smug. Especially in business. He complained, somewhat softly so not too many would hear him. He didn't think much of griffonstone's inhabitants, and they had given him little love in his first moments of fashion, but he felt a need to say what he -did- like of Griffonstone. "Ofcourse, it's not simply dreary and gray though. All the rocks and stones are different shades of gray, and it forms a beautiful painting of matching shades, one like you could never see in those strange Canterlot gardens." he said, a voice of artistic admiration for Griffonstone. He had strange tastes with colours, that was for sure, Most ponies considered the flowers and hedges of canterlot gardens to be an amazing sight, but it seemed this gryphon couldn't care less for it.

"The show's starting soon. We should probably simmer down by then." he said, rolling his eyes. He would heckle but... Ponies always took it so personally, unlike gryphons, and he -is- on a creed to be more nice and polite. It seemed Frost moon had just enough time to squeeze in a reply to what the gryphon had said before the announcer would get on stage and start the announcement of the fashion show.

[Frost Moon]

The griffon replied, backing up the book. He however said that ponies were worse that griffons "Well, in fact it said, in these exact words, 'There is no creature ruder and as heartless as a griffon, even the blackest hearts are better than griffons'. I told you, it's very biased. Ponies can be pretty heartless, I agree. Once my father had an employee who was stealing the other employees pay and pretending he did the work they did. He kept moving up, he was a trusted employee. It wasn't until one of the victims spoke up. He was fired, my dad seemed pretty shocked. Us ponies, we can be heartless." He then talked about Griffonstone. He said there were many shades of gray, I could tell he admired it. "I never thought of it that way. Wow, beautiful insight." Then I heard someone say the show

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Grantisimo grinned to himself as Frost Moon thought of his words as a beautiful insight. The show began, the presenter speaking his words. He welcomed all the present ponies and non-ponies. he held a little speech about how the beauty of spring was coming and that so too, should the ponies be beautiful. In Grantisimo's opinion, the whole speech was just some bothersome hogwash to make artsy or fancy prancy types more invested in the fashion show. not to say that the speech was badly written or presented. Infact, it was both written and presented quite well, it was easy to lost oneself in the presenters fancy words and soft voice. He then continued on, saying the first Collection was inspired by the first budding flowers that will be coming soon.

A while later, the fashion show had passed. Even under Grantisimo's sharp glares, the models had performed decently, the chilly winds not bothering them, and they did their best to show off their outfits. Grantisimo clapped with the final applause, He was pleasantly surprised with the dresses, as quite a few showed a nice soft monotonous colouration, and a few outfits looked lovely and something a pony could easily wear while walking on the manehattan streets. "An adequate show, if i must say so myself. A rather good overall collection, as well. Ms Prima's plans worked surprisingly well. I'm sure she can expect an increase in sales this spring. Let's see if she holds on up to summer." He said, knowing that the fashion industry was as harsh as they came. He somewhat pondered on what he should do now.

[Frost Moon]

I turned to the stage as some pony began speaking about the beauty of spring. It was almost like poetry, the way he spoke, and he described everything as colorful and deep. It made me think of a beautiful epic poem I had read once. It appeared beautiful on the outside, the rhyming was nice, but honestly, it was pretty boring. It didn't last forever, though, and they explained that the first collection was based on flowers. I sat back, anticipating the show.
Color was splattered across the stage as the show progressed, but there were some less flashy dresses that I guessed the griffon might be more into. I wasn't very knowledgeable about fashion and good modeling, but I had to admit the models did a good job making their outfits desirable. Even if you weren't a fan of spring and spring clothes, the fine dresses and good modeling would put some ides into your head. After the show wrapped up, the griffon said the show was "adequate". I accepted his judgment, consider how he acted, I was guessing he was a tough judge, especially for colorful spring clothes such as this. "I'm no expert, but I think those models did good. They definitely made those dresses appeal. My mom has spring clothing shopping to do, and my dad. I think I know where to refer them to. I want your opinion, how did those models do? I don't think I'll go into the fashion business, but I am curious the standards and such." I looked up, awaiting his opinion.
(also, sorry for the wait for my response. I had a case of writers block)

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Grantisimo looked to Frost moon with narrowed eyes through his sunglasses as she asked her question. Standards were a.. hard thing to determine. "In my opinion? They could've done better, but considering the conditions and my training, i am not dissapointed. It is difficult to give models proper tips with what little contact hours i was given, ergo their performance is not as good as i would have liked them to be." He huffed. he wasn't dissapointed, but he wasn't in the slightest proud, either. It didn't help that this wasn't a big show or a fancy outing, though, as those were conditions grant preferred by far.

"A true fashion-lover listens not to other standards, but sets their own. Have your head on straight, and you'll know where to aim." He said, although for some reason there seemed to be an undertone of... suggestion in his voice. He actually was trying to impart something on her, give her some advice of some sort, however his words were ill chosen, and his cocky tone made it especially hard to even know if it -was- advice. If it was, then the only thing his advice could teach anyone was that he was horrible at being nice.

Since his words had likely completely missed their mark, even if they didn't deciphering them would take too long, he continued on, asking more towards frost moon herself. "It is unusual for a Manehattan Mare such as you, who carries herself somewhat dignified, to know little of Fashion." he outright stated. From the way he spoke, one could not be sure if he was being honest, somewhat courtly, trying to continue a conversation, or not. It sounded like he was trying something, but not really getting the necessary words out.

[Frost Moon]

He explained some things, and I let him explain. I heard him talk about setting standards and not listening to others. It was mildly interesting, I suppose, but fashion isn't my thing. He talked about it being odd for me to not know about fashion "I have willingly not engaged myself in such activities. If there is a fancy dinner or something, I will take the time to choose my outfit, but nothing more. I prefer just to stick with the no-clothes scenario." I stretched and looked around. The crowd had thinned by now, and I darted over to the vendor whom I had gotten my lemonade, and ask for a refill. Taking a sip I walked back to the griffon.
Suddenly, I found myself curious, curious about how the griffon came across fashion. "I'm curious, there isn't much opportunity or prompt for fashion in the griffon kingdom, is there? I have read several books that say that griffons live a simple, solitary life. How did you become interested in such things as fashion?" I was slightly afraid that I maybe got something wrong, and I would be embarrassed to ask, but I was curious. It was true that I had never heard of anything extravagant or pretty in the kingdom, and I had read that they weren't the species for clothes.

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Grantisimo took a short moment to think, before confidently replying, stretching himself out and straightening himself. He seemed like a proud, confident gryphon. "You say there's little opportunity. In fact, there is a lot of opportunity, just not so much interest in fashion. And a talent such as me could never have been stopped, darling." He put his beak high and walked aside here, looking to the sky off in the park, placing a claw to his chest. "And i made sure some 'interest' was generated, one way, or another. It was inevitable with someone with such creativity as i. Although, i must admit, nothing i made in the start was really all that well. Getting some good feedback was hard. You ponyfolk have taught me much of fashion." he explained, thinking back to the many times he learned things like new fashion tips and ways to work with all kinds of things, from ponies

From the way he described it, someone would almost expect he would have a cutie mark in fashion, but alas. Gryphons did not have cutie marks, and did not know how it was to have a set talent, and a set destiny.

He looked towards Frost Moon. "If i may, from what the.. Interest in me? Is it just.. Politeness?" he retorted. He was.. partially suspicious, but perhaps he could simply have a nice conversation for once, one that was honest too. Perhaps that was the 'beauty' of this pony, a beauty he has yet to learn of and see.

[Frost Moon]

He explained that, while there is little interest in fashion, there is opportunity. I listened as he explain that he created interest. It was interesting, and as he explained what he had to do, I began to respect him more and more. He questioned my interest in talking to him "Well, I was curious about matters such as these, and a conversation is always nice. Besides that, it's pretty cool to talk to a griffin, to find out what they were like. It's also very interesting, hearing what you have to say, and it is nice to have a little conversation." I smiled as I explained why I was speaking to the griffin. He was nicer than I expected, to tell the truth, and the conversation was something I didn't have very often.

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Grantisimo honestly had difficulty trusting her. Although it was very unlikely that her attitude was some kind of facade to try and get deep into the Griffin's mind and spill his secrets for a good story, the chances were there. He was stuck between going with his pessimistic gut feeling, or giving her the benefit of the doubt for the sake of 'beauty', or at least, a strange type of beauty he has yet to discover.

"A rare opinion." he stated to her, too suspicious and naturally rude to thank her for her open-mindedness. "Especially in manehattan. It isn't the friendliest place to be." he flatly said, not being the hugest fan of Manehattan. He didn't act overly dramatic or anything in complaining about manehatten, and for better or worse, didn't even come with any stories of unpleasant experiences in Manehattan. "Speaking of conversation, what are you going to do now? Show's over, after all. And you admitted not being the largest fan of clothing..." He had to withhold himself from spitting that part out, for it was not in tone with his own opinion, but he knew he shouldn't be refuting everypony's worthiness with every little difference between himself and said pony. He beat his large wings and idly hovered above the ground, once again checking his claws and this time, checking his Catlike hindpaws too, cleaning both out of any dirt, without touching down. That was -one- thing strong Griffin wings were useful for.