Free Samples [Private: Crimson Reeds] [Dead]

[Stitch]

((Pandicorn))

While Yellowjacket didn’t exactly live in Ponyville, he did enjoy visiting. Oftentimes he found that the Ponyville citizens were friendly and open, something that worked will with his own personality. It was one of the reasons that he’d decided to stay close when he’d grown up, as opposed to moving somewhere much farther away than Whitetail Wood. As it was the unicorn could visit Ponyville as a day trip, and oftentimes when he did so he’d bring some of his honey with him to sell in the marketplace. And sometimes he also needed equipment or supplies for himself or his bees.

All in all, it was usually a fun day whenever he went. Today so far didn’t seem to be any sort of exception to that rule. Yellowjacket had arrived early and set up his honey booth in the marketplace alongside some other vendors. While his booth wasn’t as permanent as some of the others, he had a few ponies who would regularly see if he was there and buy some honey. It kept the apiary going, which was the reason he did it. Honestly if he didn’t need to support himself he’d have just offered his honey for free.

So far, the morning had been relatively uneventful, but that wasn’t bad. It meant that he’d been able to chat with some other ponies and had sold a reasonable amount of honey. Though he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t offered free samples to most who came to his booth, and especially the foals. Far be it from him to dislike the young ponies, and while sweet things weren’t at all usually in short supply in Ponyville, he liked seeing them smile. Speaking of which, there was another filly now. Yellowjacket smiled and waved to the young pony, “Morning, would you like to try some honey?”

[Pandicorn]

Crimson was feeling mighty fine this morning; it was a sunny day with a cool breeze blowing and just enough clouds for cloud gazing. She was wondering throughout the market with a few bits in her saddlebag, looking to buy a nick-knack or small treat to spend her bits on in the throng of the marketplace. The marketplace did always remind her a bit of Manehatten, so many ponies rushing around the place. Crimson hums a little tune while looking at the different booths and stores that she finds interesting. She stops in a part of the marketplace that she hasn't been to before and looks around. "Hmm, where to next?

She hears a pony calling to to her about trying some honey and turns around to see him wave at her. Try some honey? Why don't mind if I do! Crimson looks at the different arrays of honey in the booth. A hive-shaped jar with honey suddenly caught her attention. " Oh!Um... I would like to try this one, if I can." She says, and after a few seconds, she looks around for a spoon or utensil to take the honey out. She then remembered that she kept her favorite spoon in her side pocket on her saddle bag. " Don't worry, it's washed." She says as she takes the spoon out of her backpack. She uses her hooves to position the jar closer to her and scoops out half a mouthful of honey. Crimson uses a bit of levitation and slowly turns the spoon around, and before her focus or magic could run out, she leaned and ate the honey, with that part of the spoon still in her mouth.

"Mm..." She mumbles, savoring the sweet but flavor-full honey. She thought she could taste a touch of cinnamon. " Did you add any spices or flavoring to the honey? I feel like I could taste a touch of cinnamon on it. It's very tasty!" She says with a wide smile. " Is it purchasable? If so, how many bits? I would really like to take some of this home with me!" She says to the pony with wide eyes. " Oh, silly me! I forgot to ask you what your names is! I'm sorry, it was kind of rude of me." She says shyly. "Oh, well my name is Crimson Reeds!" She says to him proudly. " It's nice to meet you!" She says and giggles a bit.

[Stitch]

There were few things that brought a smile to most ponies faces as much as foals. Yellowjacket fondly remembered his own foalhood, and even if there’d been some tension between himself and his sister he still loved her. The least he could do was his part to help foals have a good time while they were still young and didn’t have as much to worry about as an adult pony. Besides, he liked telling ponies about how bees made honey because it helped with the misconception that bees were only around to sting ponies. Plus, sharing was never something that he worried would break his bank. Yellowjacket was confident that he’d do fine at the marketplace to keep his apiary running, even if he did give out free samples.

Smiling at the filly as she approached, the unicorn nodded, “Of course you can try that one. Good choice too,” he playfully lowered his voice and whispered to her, “I really like this one.” Which all things considered was probably why he put it in one of the fancier jars, but that was a discussion for another day. Pushing the jar towards her, the stallion let her have the satisfaction of opening it, quietly making sure that it didn't slide backwards away from her while she opened it. It surprised him to see that she’d brought her own spoon, though it looked washed and her assurance that it was seemed sincere enough that he was inclined to trust her. “Whew, well guess we won’t be needing these then,” he indicated a small box of tasting spoons that he’d brought along with a friendly smile.

Seeing the young unicorn use her magic, the yellow stallion quieted for just a moment. Even as a filly, she seemed to be well on her way to controlling her magic. Maybe some day he’d get there, but short of levitating small objects for short times, he wasn’t exactly a poster pony for unicorns. Still, it was only a fleeting moment before the filly spoke up again, and her praise brought the smile back to his face. “Thank you! And there is a bit of cinnamon in there, actually.” Not many ponies could guess his secret, but he wasn’t angry about it, if nothing else he was impressed. Her childish exuberance brought a chuckle to the unicorn, and he shook his head, “It’s alright. My name’s Yellowjacket, nice to meet you Crimson Reeds. As for the honey, the jar you tried is two bits. Or there’s some smaller jars that’re one bit.” The larger jars usually went for two, and they also usually had spices and flavorings that the smaller ones didn’t have, which was why they were a little more expensive.

[Pandicorn]

" Two bits? That sounds fair enough." She says as she twists her head to get the bits out of her saddle bag and places them on the table. Crimson once again admires the hive-shaped and pulled it toward herself. Crimson blushes." Would you mind placing the jar into my saddle bag? I'm afraid I can't reach with such a heavy one." She says and nods gratefully. Well, I still have some time left before I have to go back, so I think I can stay and chat for a bit.

She looks back to Yellowjacket. " Where do you keep your honey farm? Is it far from here?" She asks and looks at the shelves again thoughtfully. " Maybe you could show me around your honey farm someday? That would be quite nice and would maybe help me overcome my fear of bees, well, more like my fear of being stung by them!" She says, and tries to foce out a giggle. She really was afraid of being stung by bees, and hoped with all her heart that maybe Yellowjacket might be able to help her. " Maybe in return I could do a favor or something for you? What about a drawing?" She says and pulls out a piece of paper out of her saddle bag. " This is Princess Astral!" she says as she points to a less-than-well drawn pony alicorn with a yellow pelt and cyan mane. " Ya, you could say that I'm a better writer than artist!" She says cheekily.

[Stitch]

As the filly reached into her saddlebag Yellowjacket replaced the lid on the honey jar and passed it over to her with a smile. He didn’t doubt that she’d probably enjoy that honey for awhile, barring any hidden sweet tooth she might have, and he did sincerely hope that she got her bits worth out of it. Upon Crimson’s request, the stallion shook his head, smiling, “No problem.” Using his hooves rather than his horn, Yellowjacket helped her get the jar into her bags and made sure it was secure so that it wouldn’t spill or roll around too much while she was going about her day. Most unicorns might have used their horns, but he didn’t want to lose his concentration and accidentally drop the jar.

“I live over in Whitetail Woods, it’s not too far from here, but it can feel far if you’re not used to the trip,” he answered, glad to keep talking with the filly. She seemed polite and eager, which Yellowjacket appreciated. The unicorn’s eyes lit up when she asked about coming to see his beehives and his smile widened, “Of course you can come see them!” Forcing himself to temper his excitement he added, “So long as it’s alright with your parents first.” After all, he didn’t want her getting in trouble for running off to a stranger’s house. Seeing her pull out a drawing brought the smile back to his face brightly. It might not be the best drawing but it was the thought that counted, “She’s a very pretty princess. And you are just fine at drawing,” he leaned over to whisper to her playfully, “I can’t really draw, why do you think I help bees make honey?”

[Pandicorn]

Crimson giggles at his joke. " I bet you're a geat artist! Thank you for complimenting Princess Astral, she really appreciates it! I'm going to write a story about her and her desert castle! You can be in it too if you want!" She says to him proudly. I wonder what he does when he's not taking care of his bees or selling honey? " What do you do at home when you have nothing to do? Do you like to read books? I bet you live in a nice cozy cottage with a giant fireplace! Nice and reserved, the house I've always dreamed of!" She says to him with a dreamy smile.

Crimson looks at Yellowjacket's booth and all the honey lining the shelves and racks. " Is it hard to only live on and make money off your honey? Or do you have some other side job to keep you going as well? I'm guessing you also have to wear special clothing to protect yourself from their stingers. I still don't understand why bees sting ponies! I understand it if the pony was chasing the bee or try to swat or hurt it, but there having been plenty of times when bees would sting ponies for reasons uknown to me! How do you even put up with it? Them stinging you over and over again? Don't they ever fly away or try to leave the honey farm? i coul never put up with the responsibility of being a beekeeper!" She says to him with wide eyes. If I can't put up with that type of responsibility, what kind of job could I find?

[Stitch]

When she offered him praise over art that she hadn’t even seen yet, Yellowjacket smiled politely. Honestly he didn’t think much of his own artistic skill, but then again it was never something he’d really pursued so it wasn’t like he could be upset about it and he wasn’t. Still, it was nice that a filly would have such confidence in him even though they’d just met. Certainly he hoped that her willingness to compliment and encourage others would follow her as she grew into an adult mare. It was a quality that would certainly help her make good friends. Her imagination wasn’t bad either. Though she talked so quickly he couldn’t get a word in edgewise! Admittedly that was more amusing than irritating, so it wasn’t like Yellowjacket was upset about it. “Well I do live out in the woods, so there’s lots of time for reading when I’m not working.”

Unfortunately, Crimson seemed to have the same notion about bees that most ponies did. Yellowjacket repressed a sigh. She was just a filly after all, she’d probably been warned by her parents or seen some other pony get stung because they were overreacting. “Bees don’t usually sting anypony without reason. Bees see a little different than ponies do, and sometimes we look like flowers to them. But if they get scared when they try to figure out if you’re a flower or a pony then they might sting you. To a bee, you’re very very big.” He was patient, but he didn’t want her to leave with more misconceptions. Bees weren’t bad. In fact they were rather good for all ponies. “And beekeeping is my only job, it can take a lot of energy to make sure the bees are taken care of.”

[Pandicorn]

" Oh, I understand. Kind of like doing homework!" She answers. Crimson grabs her bag of bits out of a side pocket on her saddle bag. She shakes it a bit estimating how many bits lay inside. She notes the amount then places them back in the pocket. " Hmm, seems I still have quite a few bits left over." Crimson exclaims out loud.

She looks around the market and all the stalls and shops. There are so many possibilities, pastries, jewelery, artifacts, antiques, knick knacks, food, so many that she couldn't even count them all! She twists her head back to Yellowjacket. " Since you've worked here so long, you probably know all the good stores and stalls, right? Would you mind showing me some that may sell knick knacks or books or tasty food? To tell the truth, this is the first time I was allowed to go to the marketplace for the sole purpose of buying myself things. Usually I get sent for chores and don't have much time to look around." She sincerely explains.

" Can we start there?" Crimson says and points to a sweet shoppe. She slowly walks over to it and looks over all the delicasies in the glass case. There was a grande array of chocolates, mini-cakes, cupcakes, meringues, cookies, complete with a chocolate fountain with fruits displayed on the edges. She guesses that the fruits are to be dipped in the chocolate fountain, and imagines being a strawberry and jumping into the chocolate fountain as one would jump into a pond. She licked her lips just thinking of the idea. " What would you suggest purchasing?" She asks Yellowjacket.

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