Post by Grimoire on Feb 12, 2014 8:33:39 GMT
On the streets of Canterlot...
Faded Memory; this brown, somewhat gruff looking stallion, just happened to be stuck in thought, while walking, on three legs, and adjusting the glasses that sat on the bridge of his muzzle. He for the life of himself could not remember exactly what he needed to go buy, but know there was SOMETHING out there, that was specifically what he needed. A list of items ran through his mind, checking them off on a overly detailed mental checklist. Something rang out as maybes, others as absolutely not. Milk was on that list of absolutely not, though as he thought about it, it could be on the maybe list too, how much milk was left at home? Half liter? Two quarters of a liter? A full liter? He couldn't remember. but one thing was for sure, he needed a new box of chalk. In Assorted colors, with an extra deep blue stick of chalk.
His mind still not entirely made up, he commenced walking this time on all four hooves. Looking up at the sun gauging the time of day by the bright ball of flame in the sky, it was overhead and slightly off to the west, a bit past noon. Or was it a bit before noon? A loud grumbling noise from one empty pony stomach reminded him, a bit past noon, time for something to eat. And with that, and a smile, he took off at a pace aimed directly for the markets. There would surely be a nice restaurant along the way where he could stop and partake of something nice, and rich in flavor, with possibly some tea on the si- BAMPH!
Finding himself on the ground his bag of bits a mite bit scattered, and his brains a little addled from the impact, Faded looked up to see who, or that is what, he had ran headlong into while so distracted...
Faded Memory; this brown, somewhat gruff looking stallion, just happened to be stuck in thought, while walking, on three legs, and adjusting the glasses that sat on the bridge of his muzzle. He for the life of himself could not remember exactly what he needed to go buy, but know there was SOMETHING out there, that was specifically what he needed. A list of items ran through his mind, checking them off on a overly detailed mental checklist. Something rang out as maybes, others as absolutely not. Milk was on that list of absolutely not, though as he thought about it, it could be on the maybe list too, how much milk was left at home? Half liter? Two quarters of a liter? A full liter? He couldn't remember. but one thing was for sure, he needed a new box of chalk. In Assorted colors, with an extra deep blue stick of chalk.
His mind still not entirely made up, he commenced walking this time on all four hooves. Looking up at the sun gauging the time of day by the bright ball of flame in the sky, it was overhead and slightly off to the west, a bit past noon. Or was it a bit before noon? A loud grumbling noise from one empty pony stomach reminded him, a bit past noon, time for something to eat. And with that, and a smile, he took off at a pace aimed directly for the markets. There would surely be a nice restaurant along the way where he could stop and partake of something nice, and rich in flavor, with possibly some tea on the si- BAMPH!
Finding himself on the ground his bag of bits a mite bit scattered, and his brains a little addled from the impact, Faded looked up to see who, or that is what, he had ran headlong into while so distracted...