Post by spectrasky on Aug 2, 2015 8:59:17 GMT
The sky was a clear blue and the sun shone down onto Ponyville; a cream-yellow unicorn strode off of the train, eyes set on the land before her as she pulled a wagon, full of enough to get her settled in. She glanced down at her clipboard and took a moment to read. Soon she'd be moving into a house, and she couldn't be happier. The unicorn, known as Summerlight, smiled as she felt that in her heart there was a gift she could give upon the town - a small, quiet counsellors office. She loved to help others, and researching into the pony mind was an intellect she was quite proud of.
Walking by, she sat on a bench, and read her clipboard once more; "Alright, time to find my new home, couple streets down," she said to herself. As she was trotting into the town, eyes glancing upon her, she paced to her destination. The warm air of the sun emphasised her peace; eventually, going down few streets, she had found her new home, a small cottage with a small river rushing beside it. Summer halted and gradually began to unpack her belongings.
"Let's see, scarf, check. Ah! My photographs, can't forget them -- I'll place them right on the counter here, hmm..." she mumbled to herself as each belonging moved from the wagon to a spot somewhere in the little house. "I hope the ponies like my advice, I have a lot to give... they had a hospital, sure, but who would have known that I would be working a counsellors office?"
As she was almost done, a white rat darted across the room and leapt up onto the counter. It cleaned its whiskers and sniffed the air hungrily.
"Oh, Quince, stop that now," she recognised her pet rat as she begged for some food, "I'll feed you once I'm done here."
Walking by, she sat on a bench, and read her clipboard once more; "Alright, time to find my new home, couple streets down," she said to herself. As she was trotting into the town, eyes glancing upon her, she paced to her destination. The warm air of the sun emphasised her peace; eventually, going down few streets, she had found her new home, a small cottage with a small river rushing beside it. Summer halted and gradually began to unpack her belongings.
"Let's see, scarf, check. Ah! My photographs, can't forget them -- I'll place them right on the counter here, hmm..." she mumbled to herself as each belonging moved from the wagon to a spot somewhere in the little house. "I hope the ponies like my advice, I have a lot to give... they had a hospital, sure, but who would have known that I would be working a counsellors office?"
As she was almost done, a white rat darted across the room and leapt up onto the counter. It cleaned its whiskers and sniffed the air hungrily.
"Oh, Quince, stop that now," she recognised her pet rat as she begged for some food, "I'll feed you once I'm done here."