Post by Zazzy on Jun 5, 2014 19:34:19 GMT
When Raven had heard of the art exhibition, it had been described by her friends as 'an awe-inspiring place with lots of brilliant art that I'd trade my soul for' as quote. She had no interest for art, but the word 'inspiring' had interested her - if it had made her friends, who were select and hard to please by Canterlot default, trade their souls, apparently, to get their hooves on one of the paintings, then it would impress Raven as well, right?
Wrong.
She wasn't very particularly picky, really, in contrast to her friends, but she was a little baffled when she saw the pieces of art that had been exhibited. Raven had thought that if these paintings were as amazing as her friends claimed them to be, then they could perhaps inspire her to write something good and worth indulging all her spare time for. Maybe even continue her writing in her job. That was saying something, since Raven was a dedicated and loyal employee, but no pony had to worry their heads over it, since the grey unicorn was bitterly disappointed when she had seen these 'masterpieces.'
Raven couldn't make any sense of them; random squiggles and odd shapes plastered into space. Ponies around her were looking up in delight, even the most snobbish of Canterlot residents. She lifted her glasses of her nose with her pale pink telekinesis, briefly wondering whether some mischievous pony had swapped her real glasses for a pair of fake ones, but the unicorn hastily put them on her muzzle again as her vision swam in front of her. Raven mentally told herself not to be silly, why would some pony hijack her glasses? Despite the disturbing thoughts running through her head, she kept her face nonchalant and unchanging as ever.
She picked her way through the bustling crowd and looked up at the next painting on display. The unicorn flinched away from it, as if the shapes and lines were trying to assault her. Raven sighed, a little disappointed and unimpressed, regretting that she had ever come to this place. "They made me pay fifteen bits as well," she muttered under her breath, her usually well hidden annoyance and exasperation flashing as she threw a backwards glance at the paintings. Her eyes drifted to some ponies carrying large bags of bits; to buy some of the displayed art via auction, no doubt. Raven didn't say anything. Even if she had recognised these ponies, she wouldn't have said anything against buying these paintings, as much as she disapproved of them.
The unicorn hesitated as she made to walk past the ponies she had had to pay her entrance fee to, wondering if buying her friends one of the displayed art would be nice, and generous, no doubt. But Raven quickly dispelled that thought from her mind. She was generous but buying a painting would be going over the thought. Besides, it'd take a whole year of endless working to work up enough money to buy even one of the displayed pieces.
She shook her head, realising she was getting distracted. Raven had found this little trip so boring, but if there was one thing she hated, it was spending something then not using it to good use. Fifteen bits was an awful lot for an entrance fee to an art exhibit, yes, even in Canterlot, and the unicorn decided that just spending five minutes in the cramped place just wasn't enough. Reluctantly, Raven turned around to examine the paintings with clear distaste, not bothering to walk through the crowds, knowing that there was no point and some pony else with more interest would be better off doing that than herself. She looked out of place, what with other ponies pushing each other around to get a better look at the paintings, but Raven didn't really mind, as much as she hated being singled out. She would have enjoyed some company, preferably some pony who held the same tastes and views as her, but the unicorn yet again didn't mind for either choices, so company or no company it was.
Wrong.
She wasn't very particularly picky, really, in contrast to her friends, but she was a little baffled when she saw the pieces of art that had been exhibited. Raven had thought that if these paintings were as amazing as her friends claimed them to be, then they could perhaps inspire her to write something good and worth indulging all her spare time for. Maybe even continue her writing in her job. That was saying something, since Raven was a dedicated and loyal employee, but no pony had to worry their heads over it, since the grey unicorn was bitterly disappointed when she had seen these 'masterpieces.'
Raven couldn't make any sense of them; random squiggles and odd shapes plastered into space. Ponies around her were looking up in delight, even the most snobbish of Canterlot residents. She lifted her glasses of her nose with her pale pink telekinesis, briefly wondering whether some mischievous pony had swapped her real glasses for a pair of fake ones, but the unicorn hastily put them on her muzzle again as her vision swam in front of her. Raven mentally told herself not to be silly, why would some pony hijack her glasses? Despite the disturbing thoughts running through her head, she kept her face nonchalant and unchanging as ever.
She picked her way through the bustling crowd and looked up at the next painting on display. The unicorn flinched away from it, as if the shapes and lines were trying to assault her. Raven sighed, a little disappointed and unimpressed, regretting that she had ever come to this place. "They made me pay fifteen bits as well," she muttered under her breath, her usually well hidden annoyance and exasperation flashing as she threw a backwards glance at the paintings. Her eyes drifted to some ponies carrying large bags of bits; to buy some of the displayed art via auction, no doubt. Raven didn't say anything. Even if she had recognised these ponies, she wouldn't have said anything against buying these paintings, as much as she disapproved of them.
The unicorn hesitated as she made to walk past the ponies she had had to pay her entrance fee to, wondering if buying her friends one of the displayed art would be nice, and generous, no doubt. But Raven quickly dispelled that thought from her mind. She was generous but buying a painting would be going over the thought. Besides, it'd take a whole year of endless working to work up enough money to buy even one of the displayed pieces.
She shook her head, realising she was getting distracted. Raven had found this little trip so boring, but if there was one thing she hated, it was spending something then not using it to good use. Fifteen bits was an awful lot for an entrance fee to an art exhibit, yes, even in Canterlot, and the unicorn decided that just spending five minutes in the cramped place just wasn't enough. Reluctantly, Raven turned around to examine the paintings with clear distaste, not bothering to walk through the crowds, knowing that there was no point and some pony else with more interest would be better off doing that than herself. She looked out of place, what with other ponies pushing each other around to get a better look at the paintings, but Raven didn't really mind, as much as she hated being singled out. She would have enjoyed some company, preferably some pony who held the same tastes and views as her, but the unicorn yet again didn't mind for either choices, so company or no company it was.
i was kinda excited to feel like im back in 2015