Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2015 6:19:59 GMT
It seemed like another crazy, yet somewhat typical day in the Ponyville Marketplace, even with the snow on the ground. It was winter, but that didn't stop the residents - most ponies seemingly wanting to get some supplies for their upcoming meals, yet at the same time, there was no shortage of conversation, either, despite the snow on the ground - with Princess Celestia's sun high in the midday sky, that alone seemed to get quite a few of the sun goddess' subjects to happily converse. After all, this was Ponyville, residence of the Bearers of the Elements of Harmony, and site of the Princess of Friendship's castle. What could possibly go wrong?
Spearmint was no different, using her wings to hover along the ground, quickly checking market stalls for what she was looking for. As much as she loved a good meal, her cooking skills were... well, to say they were sub-par was putting it quite lightly. But to her, every pony had their specialties - be it racing and winter like hers, or cook, or salespony... in the end, she knew all ponies had something to contribute to pony society, and that was what made ponykind so successful in the first place, among other major factors.
But Spearmint's eyes suddenly lit up as she crossed another pair of stalls and found exactly what she was looking for - simple apples. It wasn't the best meal a pony could hope for, but it was going to do just fine - until she saw the line of a dozen ponies waiting for their turn to purchase them. If only her stomach could hold out that long, as the Pegasus groaned as her belly complained loudly about the lack of sustenance.
Guiding herself to the back of the line - she sighed lightly as she waited for her turn - each passing minute - no, every second seeming like an eternity to her as she looked around. Sure, ponies were advancing, but it never really seemed like it was fast enough... and her stomach didn't seem to be appreciating the wait, either, as she looked at every pony around. There were a lot of them, and she could swear a few saw her predicament and were laughing at her... or was that her imagination?
One, two, and three ponies were soon done in the line, would purchase their apples and leave, but it just seemed so slow... and as minutes passed, Spearmint only seemed to become even hungrier, as she waited her turn, but before long, she would try to get her mind off of this problem... anything, anything to try and make this problem easier to finish off.
Her clear blue eyes began to scan the nearby ponies for anypony that seemed interesting, but otherwise, the pale blue Pegasus remained quiet. The quest for food had left her without anything to say beyond that...
Spearmint was no different, using her wings to hover along the ground, quickly checking market stalls for what she was looking for. As much as she loved a good meal, her cooking skills were... well, to say they were sub-par was putting it quite lightly. But to her, every pony had their specialties - be it racing and winter like hers, or cook, or salespony... in the end, she knew all ponies had something to contribute to pony society, and that was what made ponykind so successful in the first place, among other major factors.
But Spearmint's eyes suddenly lit up as she crossed another pair of stalls and found exactly what she was looking for - simple apples. It wasn't the best meal a pony could hope for, but it was going to do just fine - until she saw the line of a dozen ponies waiting for their turn to purchase them. If only her stomach could hold out that long, as the Pegasus groaned as her belly complained loudly about the lack of sustenance.
Guiding herself to the back of the line - she sighed lightly as she waited for her turn - each passing minute - no, every second seeming like an eternity to her as she looked around. Sure, ponies were advancing, but it never really seemed like it was fast enough... and her stomach didn't seem to be appreciating the wait, either, as she looked at every pony around. There were a lot of them, and she could swear a few saw her predicament and were laughing at her... or was that her imagination?
One, two, and three ponies were soon done in the line, would purchase their apples and leave, but it just seemed so slow... and as minutes passed, Spearmint only seemed to become even hungrier, as she waited her turn, but before long, she would try to get her mind off of this problem... anything, anything to try and make this problem easier to finish off.
Her clear blue eyes began to scan the nearby ponies for anypony that seemed interesting, but otherwise, the pale blue Pegasus remained quiet. The quest for food had left her without anything to say beyond that...