Dustcraft - The Redecorator (sapphiresong) [Dead]

[waxworks]

"Je suis... monsieur... Jean-Paul Regret..."

A low voice rumbled out a song through the clattering halls of the Prance-bound train. It was a somewhat gloomy affair given the dismal weather outside, and it was in no way helped by the terribly deep voice wailing out some old sad song.

Dusty Pan, a rather strikingly large, blue pegasus with a broom-colored pageboy mane, was feeling like some old sad song at the moment. This train was bound for the town of his birth, the town of his education, the town of love, pastries, and carnival wheels, and all of it did nothing to lift his mood. Not the revelers in the hallways, not the festive balloons and cray paper festooned among the cars of the train, not the promise of sweets beyond compare.

The mighty, miserable stallion cracked an eye open and winced at the lamps in his cabin. Had he left those on? The previous night had been a blur of sugary drinks and juices from all over Equestria, some of which had even been beyond his all-consuming palette. The Rambutan Eruption was a particularly new and challenging concoction he'd resolved to master someday, but right now his head was a fragile block of sugar crystals and if he stopped singing for even a moment he was certain his throat would close up.

It had been such a promising trip to begin with, the annual Pastry Festival of Ferris, Prance. His distant friend and renowned pastry patriarch Prince Popoli had sent him a personal missive for him to join in the festivities, and that had sent Dusty on a downward spiral of rejection. He must've done five laps around the whole of Ponyville looking for somepony to accompany him for a fun-filled weekend. After all, travel was no fun without somepony to share it with.

But no, no such luck. His merchant friend was busy, and the wrestler refused to go without the merchant. The puppeteer was working on a new play, her brother was previously engaged, the scaremonger was helping with a school project, the doctor was at a conference, the pyrotechnician was getting ready for the Blazing Jubilee, and the weatherpony had just sort of stared him down. He'd even attempted to bring along a rather narcoleptic hippogriff that he'd met, but his constant sleeping made Dusty get the uneasy feeling he was kidnapping somepony and decided against it.

Then had come the other dustponies at the Junkyard, but no. Then came the casual acquaintances, and not a one of them had a free weekend. Cousins were away from town, penpals were a week away already, even by the fastest of mailmares, and every inventor he knew was busy trying to not blow something up that weekend. Everypony he knew in Canterlot was engaged, everypony up in Cloudsdale was busy. A weekend of fun without a friend by his side, what misery. But he'd made his promise to Prince Popoli, and a gentlepony never breaks his promise under these circumstances.

The door to his cabin slid open with a slow rattle as Dusty desperately tried to ease it open, ears twitching at the sharpest noises. If he could just make his way to the dining car or the watering car he could set his metabolism straight. Horns were blowing, noise-makers were rattling, and a mixture of upper-crust and lower-class were giddily mingling and force-feeding one another cakes.

Dusty sighed as he gingerly made his way around them, keeping his wings tightly tucked to his sides. But as he nosed his way into one of the other cars in search of a barrel of water or two, he reasoned that perhaps this might be the situation to make a new friend.

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[sapphiresong]

This train full of happy ponies had another passenger as well. Sapphire had boarded the train as well to head for the festival. This time, like every other time it was, because she had to perform. She would become part of a choir that would perform anthems of the participating cities. Again nothing big, but she was there, she was going to sing, she was getting a free stay at the festival. Food and ride back and forth provided as well. So what else could a pony wish for. Maybe some quiet. All the noise, toots, screams, laughter, squeaking, rumbling of train wagons bumping into each other. It was a pain, pain that struck in her head like lightning.
She sat in a cabin along with two Earthponies. Those seemed to know each other pretty well and where joking around. Their loud and quite piercing voices made her head grumble and pain waved trough her mind. It was a torture to go by train, because trains always produced some side noise, but normally she could stand it without getting too uneasy. But this time everyone was already celebrating. Loudly without any thinking if it was appropriate or not. Usually no one would go around tooting some annoying horn, that was just designed for being loud and not to be of musical use. She did not have anything against some sweet horn music, they could deliver some sweet tunes, but this was just commotion.
While she was slowly walking around the floor of her wagon, tilting her head which was burning in agony. The ache was pulsing trough her head and made her surrounding circle a little. The young unicorn felt like sitting on a merry go round, just that she was not liking the ride. Feeling at unease she leaned against the wall next to her and closed her eyes. Taking deep breaths to regain her calmness and thinking to herself, that it would be over soon. As she opened them up again she saw a huge pegasus right in front of her in the hallway. She blinked twice to check if her mind did not play a trick on her again. She had never seen such a gigantic pony. And something struck her, he did not seem to be feeling good as well.
So she straightened her back and slowly walked towards him: "Hey excuse me sir, are you all right?" She tilted her head a little to look into his eyes and made herself as big as she could to kind of see eye to eye with him. He was a really fuzzy looking pony and despite of his height he did not seem any sort of scary. So she felt it was alright to talk to him, especially if he was not feeling well.

[waxworks]

The big blue Clydesdale had been trying to bob through the train's narrow hallways as carefully as possible, generally an impressive trick when the halls themselves are crammed like slices on a fifty layer cake. He swayed left, he leaned right, and from above all of that fuzzy blue moving through the crowd must've looked like some sort of flood splashing through the group.

Now Dusty Pan had always been fairly decent as far as mental gifts were concerned, but trying to concentrate on two imposing tasks at once, both not squishing anyone with his bulk nor letting his brain realize just how badly off it was, had given him a sort of tunnel vision. The words "excuse me sir" had slid in one ear, and "are you alright" had gone in the other, gotten tumbled up in a load of fruit juice they found between, and poked Dusty right between the eyes.

He winced and instinctively tried to move to one side in a 'pass along, nothing to see here' sort of way, but it wasn't until he realized that somepony was putting a tremendous amount of effort into getting into his field of vision (generally a space reserved for pegasus ponies and the upper bits of buildings) that he suddenly realized somepony was addressing him.

"AaaAAAaaaa-" His normal attempt at a warm greeting was a trifle troubled from too much truffle trifle, and he gave off a bit of a honk like a goat chewing on a violin. He immediately pulled his chin to his chest to collect himself for a more valiant effort.

"Aaaah, my apologies madam, I was just in need for some fresh water..."

His eyes now focusing properly, he took in the (relatively) little unicorn. A familiar, striking shade of blue indeed, and an even more familiar looking tenseness around the eyes. A large grin spread across Dusty's large face. "But madam, I believe you and I have been competitively sipping from the same barrel labeled 'agony'. Would madam care to accompany me to the watering car?"

The large pegasus attempted a polite bow, but given the cramped hallway and the ongoing line of patrons, he wound up politely resting his chin atop the head of a somewhat nonplussed pony porter.

[sapphiresong]

He had finally noticed her and opened his mouth to speak. But what came to be the first try was not very easy to go by. Well A was a nice letter and all, but even Sapphire could not make something of it. But the next try was much better. So he was searching for some water and she could tell why. Someone over here had a headache, not so much from the surrounding sound, but from one or two drinks too much. Well at such a festivity not a rare sight to see, but he indeed was. Despite from being hung-over he was gigantic almost filling the hallway by himself and still. Such a kind and polite nature. He not only addressed her as madam, what made her chuckle a little, but also tried to bow to her even if the place was crowded like hell. She smiled at him brightly and thought about the offer. Why not, everywhere was better and maybe some water could help her survive as well.
"I think this is a very good idea, my head is killing me", she nods softly and takes a turn. Then starting to walk towards the watering car. While she did so, she looked back and smiles at her new companion: "I am Sapphiresong by the way, what are you called and did you come all the way from Cloudsdale just to be here for the festival?" Was he even able to fly with this enormous body? Attached to it the wings seemed tiny and fragile, but who knew, maybe thy where strong enough to lift him up.

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