Post by chesdere on May 26, 2015 20:36:05 GMT
The sky beamed down cheerily on the small and yet well-known village of Ponyville, ponies of all different colors and races milling about below among the streets that slinked the buildings of the whole place. A certain vanilla colored mare had been walking through the bustling streets, her red tipped hooves clacking against the cobblestone beneath her as she walked, one long, outstretched leg after another. Her poofy, alabaster hair bounced along with her gait, the horn that stuck from her mane illuminated with a scarlet glow as it levitated a map. Unfortunately, the female had a horrible sense of direction, as shown by her previous escapades in the once calming Pheasant Woods.
The mare went by Strawberyl, and she was unfortunately lost again. When it was mentioned that she was never all that skilled with deciphering locations, it was not an exaggeration. Even with a map, Straberyl still ended up scrambling for a foothold of actually knowing where she was going, but to no avail. Her crimson eyes scanned the Town Square worriedly, her hooves beginning to leaf her to the Train Station without really understanding where they were going. By now, the map had been scrapped and was now folded up, the vanilla and red colored female simply wandering at this point.
As the red overhang of the Train Station began to shade her, Strawberyl collapsed onto a bench, hopelessness beginning to spread throughout her consciousness. She had set out from her rarely empty home to find the Marketplace, not to end up at a bustling social square where ponies increasingly came in and out. A sigh billowed from her mouth and she hung her head, defeated from her previous attempts to locate where she had intended to head to. The red magic that illuminated her horn slowly faded and the map she was carrying dropped to the ground, a frown beginning to cover her face. What a failure.
The mare went by Strawberyl, and she was unfortunately lost again. When it was mentioned that she was never all that skilled with deciphering locations, it was not an exaggeration. Even with a map, Straberyl still ended up scrambling for a foothold of actually knowing where she was going, but to no avail. Her crimson eyes scanned the Town Square worriedly, her hooves beginning to leaf her to the Train Station without really understanding where they were going. By now, the map had been scrapped and was now folded up, the vanilla and red colored female simply wandering at this point.
As the red overhang of the Train Station began to shade her, Strawberyl collapsed onto a bench, hopelessness beginning to spread throughout her consciousness. She had set out from her rarely empty home to find the Marketplace, not to end up at a bustling social square where ponies increasingly came in and out. A sigh billowed from her mouth and she hung her head, defeated from her previous attempts to locate where she had intended to head to. The red magic that illuminated her horn slowly faded and the map she was carrying dropped to the ground, a frown beginning to cover her face. What a failure.