Post by Sugar Frosting on Jun 18, 2015 18:19:56 GMT
Sugar Frosting took a deep breath of fresh air. Her hooves clicked over the cobblestones, and a lazy song hummed on her lips. She'd been so busy setting up her shop and making sure her little bakery gotten off the ground that she'd barely gone out in the past month or so. So after scarfing down a quick bowl of oats and feeding her rats Cocoa and Marzipan, she'd locked up her shop and packed up deliveries to take out on the town. Today, she was planning to wander until anything interesting caught her eye. Usually, you could barely turn around in Ponyville without bumping into a magic duel or a concert or a friend...but today, the townsponies seemed as calm as the clear blue skies. It was very nice weather, and Sugar chuckled as a few idle Pegasi raced each other in between the fluffy clouds.
Maybe I should go see if I can catch a train next week and see my parents, she thought. I heard Cinnamon Roll got all A's in school! I could bring her some sticky buns, but Dad doesn't like those...hm, as long as I bring a pie from that shop he likes it shouldn't really matter...
While thinking about her family made Sugar very happy, it also distracted her from the bumpy streets. A stray cobblestone stuck out only a few hoof lengths in front of her. The events that followed happened in almost slow motion. Her back hoof caught on the stone, sending her rear flying forward. Her saddlebags slid forward, and the loose buckles unclasped. Pastries flew everywhere. A cherry cupcake splatted on the streets. Sugar whimpered as her mocha cupcakes--she'd worked all week getting the perfect flavor balance of sweet and pungent caffeine--touched down below a flower box and burst into crumbs.
But those could be baked again. She'd recorded the recipes. Sugar pushed herself up shakily, hissing at the pain in her scraped hoof. There went the order for the neighbor, and the mailman...
But she'd had three orders in her bags, right?
Oh, chickenfeathers. Sugar buckled her saddlebags and chased after the one crucial, vital order...
A custom baked cake in a large, round, plastic container. Her left wing flapped in panic as she shot up from her hooves.
"Somebody catch that cake!" She shrieked, cantering after the rolling container, which had gained momentum as it shot down a side street.
Maybe I should go see if I can catch a train next week and see my parents, she thought. I heard Cinnamon Roll got all A's in school! I could bring her some sticky buns, but Dad doesn't like those...hm, as long as I bring a pie from that shop he likes it shouldn't really matter...
While thinking about her family made Sugar very happy, it also distracted her from the bumpy streets. A stray cobblestone stuck out only a few hoof lengths in front of her. The events that followed happened in almost slow motion. Her back hoof caught on the stone, sending her rear flying forward. Her saddlebags slid forward, and the loose buckles unclasped. Pastries flew everywhere. A cherry cupcake splatted on the streets. Sugar whimpered as her mocha cupcakes--she'd worked all week getting the perfect flavor balance of sweet and pungent caffeine--touched down below a flower box and burst into crumbs.
But those could be baked again. She'd recorded the recipes. Sugar pushed herself up shakily, hissing at the pain in her scraped hoof. There went the order for the neighbor, and the mailman...
But she'd had three orders in her bags, right?
Oh, chickenfeathers. Sugar buckled her saddlebags and chased after the one crucial, vital order...
A custom baked cake in a large, round, plastic container. Her left wing flapped in panic as she shot up from her hooves.
"Somebody catch that cake!" She shrieked, cantering after the rolling container, which had gained momentum as it shot down a side street.