Post by sipapu on Mar 18, 2018 8:19:10 GMT
It was midday and sunny with large clouds drifting, almost lackadaisical, up in the sky. Ponies were going about their average day while one house was going through a not-so-average day. The house in question was small and simple; small but large enough to be comfortable. The windows with flower boxes of wildflowers and a hoof-full of weeds were opened wide to let the rooms air out after having been closed off to the outside while the house was waiting to be sold. A Persian blue unicorn with a sangria red snout and her tail and mane carefully tucked away under a dark, silken hijab walked out from the cozy cottage. Her turquoise eyes scrunched ever-so-subtly as a smile crossed her snout, excited to be in a new and vibrant land. But a part of her missed her home in Medineigh of Saddle Arabia. She looked back to the house as she used magic from the horn that poked out from just below her hijab to life a box that was on a moving wagon. Perhaps a little redecorating will help the home truly feel home.
Her subtle smile grew some more. She was anxious but her excitement was bubbling to the surface again as she brought in the box labeled "cookware." She would spend the next few hours carefully unloading each box. Pausing in her unloading to sigh as she reached the heavy things. She dug her hooves into the street a bit and sucked in a breath. Starting with her pride-and-joy. A traditional, vertical loom that looked just like her cutie mark. The loom once belonged to her grandmother, it was old but sturdy and reliable.
Also heavy. Pretty darn heavy.
The blue unicorn's ears flattened back as she watched the red glitters of her magic circle the old loom. "Careful, careful..." She muttered with nearly as much care as she was trying to lift the loom with, smiling as she made painstakingly slow progress towards the door.
Her subtle smile grew some more. She was anxious but her excitement was bubbling to the surface again as she brought in the box labeled "cookware." She would spend the next few hours carefully unloading each box. Pausing in her unloading to sigh as she reached the heavy things. She dug her hooves into the street a bit and sucked in a breath. Starting with her pride-and-joy. A traditional, vertical loom that looked just like her cutie mark. The loom once belonged to her grandmother, it was old but sturdy and reliable.
Also heavy. Pretty darn heavy.
The blue unicorn's ears flattened back as she watched the red glitters of her magic circle the old loom. "Careful, careful..." She muttered with nearly as much care as she was trying to lift the loom with, smiling as she made painstakingly slow progress towards the door.