Post by eveningbreeze on Jan 6, 2016 17:34:28 GMT
Evening Breeze was bored. And boredom was something this young mare could not stand. It was just her luck, she figured, that she would be forced to spend her one weekend free in Ponyville of all places. Did the higher-up weather ponies know how rare it was for her to get a weekend off? And not just a weekend, but a long weekend, a whole three days without having to worry about work? She sighed and absent-mindedly nudged at pebbles with her hooves as she strolled along, barely paying attention to her surroundings. Ponyville wasn't anything new to her, even though she lived in Cloudsdale. She would have gone home to Cloudsdale, but somehow the thought of being holed up in her cottage for three days straight seemed worse than whatever fate she would suffer here.
The thing was, Breezie knew what other ponies did on their weekends off. They went home, to visit their families. But she couldn't do that, on the count of one basic fact: she didn't want to. Going home meant listening to her mother berate her for not yet accomplishing enough, and hearing her father boast about her younger siblings' outstanding achievements. And Breezie wasn't having that, not when she was supposed to be relaxing. But there was something else bothering her, too - Breezie didn't have friends. She had - well, co-workers sounded too formal, so maybe they were acquaintances - but nopony hangs out and goes adventuring with an acquaintance. She missed her recently-left-behind teenage years, when she would sneak out at midnight to stir up trouble wherever she and her friends felt like flying to.
The truth is, Breezie wasn't just bored - she felt boring. And that was what was setting her on edge. How could she possibly expect to make a friend if she couldn't even keep herself entertained?
Dejected, she wandered over to the shade of a particularly large tree and plopped down. Calm down, she berated herself. All you need to do is make a friend or two here, and this weekend will fly by. She looked up, at sleepy Ponyville, feeling restless. Where to begin?
The thing was, Breezie knew what other ponies did on their weekends off. They went home, to visit their families. But she couldn't do that, on the count of one basic fact: she didn't want to. Going home meant listening to her mother berate her for not yet accomplishing enough, and hearing her father boast about her younger siblings' outstanding achievements. And Breezie wasn't having that, not when she was supposed to be relaxing. But there was something else bothering her, too - Breezie didn't have friends. She had - well, co-workers sounded too formal, so maybe they were acquaintances - but nopony hangs out and goes adventuring with an acquaintance. She missed her recently-left-behind teenage years, when she would sneak out at midnight to stir up trouble wherever she and her friends felt like flying to.
The truth is, Breezie wasn't just bored - she felt boring. And that was what was setting her on edge. How could she possibly expect to make a friend if she couldn't even keep herself entertained?
Dejected, she wandered over to the shade of a particularly large tree and plopped down. Calm down, she berated herself. All you need to do is make a friend or two here, and this weekend will fly by. She looked up, at sleepy Ponyville, feeling restless. Where to begin?