Post by meteors on Jan 2, 2014 3:27:36 GMT
B R Y O N Y
The sun shone shamelessly, despite the lack of things to shine on with clouds blocking it's view. The pegasi had seemed to have scheduled a cloudy day, making it a bad time for flowers that were budding to strive for the sunshine they needed. It was simply a bad day for a tall, white mare as well. It promptly annoyed her that the sun would not be shining upon the flowers in a new place by the name of Ponyville.
Perhaps, yes, she had come her to explore a bit, having grown up and lived in a mountainous city for her life, instead of on the plains of Ponyville. These brought new flowers, and more possibilities to grow these in her garden. So far, exports in the mushy soil had only been from Manehattan, and being the bustling city it was, not many petaled blooms strived in a highly populated city. Perhaps Ponyville was just the change of air she needed.
The dull buzzing noise in the back of her cranium dulled away as a breeze blew, causing straggling leaves to tumble, and manes to fly in the flurry of sudden wind. The trees seemed to howl and cheer at this concerto of lullabies, creaking under the pressure that air put them in. However, her attention was pulled from the wind. Bryony slowly gathered her scattered sense as her eyes spotted a pink flower poking from a mound of dirt, and strode over to it happily, face beaming now, despite the look of annoyance that had found a home on her muzzle a while ago. A slight unconscious flick of the ears, and the flower was gone from it's shoot, and delicately tossed into saddlebags that hugged her sides for life, of which under her nose, an aroma filing into her senses as she sniffed.
Suddenly, pain shot through her muzzle, and a slight shock passed into her veins, adrenaline traveling through her tall body. Salty tears stung at her eyes as she flinched back instinctively, eyes wide as she searched for the maker of the pain that she had hated oh so much. Yellow and black stripes flashed into her vision, and sent her reeling back, yelp ripping from her lips. Bee. Her body turned, and her white pelt was running across the field with inaudible yelps coming from her mouth, it being gaping. Surely, bees were not her favorite animals.
The sun shone shamelessly, despite the lack of things to shine on with clouds blocking it's view. The pegasi had seemed to have scheduled a cloudy day, making it a bad time for flowers that were budding to strive for the sunshine they needed. It was simply a bad day for a tall, white mare as well. It promptly annoyed her that the sun would not be shining upon the flowers in a new place by the name of Ponyville.
Perhaps, yes, she had come her to explore a bit, having grown up and lived in a mountainous city for her life, instead of on the plains of Ponyville. These brought new flowers, and more possibilities to grow these in her garden. So far, exports in the mushy soil had only been from Manehattan, and being the bustling city it was, not many petaled blooms strived in a highly populated city. Perhaps Ponyville was just the change of air she needed.
The dull buzzing noise in the back of her cranium dulled away as a breeze blew, causing straggling leaves to tumble, and manes to fly in the flurry of sudden wind. The trees seemed to howl and cheer at this concerto of lullabies, creaking under the pressure that air put them in. However, her attention was pulled from the wind. Bryony slowly gathered her scattered sense as her eyes spotted a pink flower poking from a mound of dirt, and strode over to it happily, face beaming now, despite the look of annoyance that had found a home on her muzzle a while ago. A slight unconscious flick of the ears, and the flower was gone from it's shoot, and delicately tossed into saddlebags that hugged her sides for life, of which under her nose, an aroma filing into her senses as she sniffed.
Suddenly, pain shot through her muzzle, and a slight shock passed into her veins, adrenaline traveling through her tall body. Salty tears stung at her eyes as she flinched back instinctively, eyes wide as she searched for the maker of the pain that she had hated oh so much. Yellow and black stripes flashed into her vision, and sent her reeling back, yelp ripping from her lips. Bee. Her body turned, and her white pelt was running across the field with inaudible yelps coming from her mouth, it being gaping. Surely, bees were not her favorite animals.