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| | The young colt sat down on the ground and growled at his misfortune. He didn't like being at the school. He just felt that he didn't really belong there. After a few minutes, he stood up and started walking back towards the forest. This had been and interesting day with an interesting lesson; dragons are jerks. | | The young colt sat down on the ground and growled at his misfortune. He didn't like being at the school. He just felt that he didn't really belong there. After a few minutes, he stood up and started walking back towards the forest. This had been and interesting day with an interesting lesson; dragons are jerks. |
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| − | Oreintail finally arrived at the train station, looking around for any sign of her client. In it's usual fashion, the station was rather busy with proper ponies leaving and more casual tourists arriving. She turned her head to the ticket stand. Part of her plan was to ask for the ticket records... Perhaps it wasn't that easy, but still, she figured that they might get their starting location from where he went to from here lately.
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| − | She gestured towards the ticket booth, "I'm sure that one way or another they must keep records of who comes and goes, so perhaps if we were to access said records, we could see his latest departure from here."
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| − | Slightly clumsy hooves stepped out of the train that traveled everywhere thought Equestria, the new pony had a light pink pink with bright red mane and tail that flowed to the ground like a river. Sweet Apple, the new arrival, had a map hanging from her large teeth. "Where is it.... Where is it..." The mare mumbled to herself, looking intently at the map.
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| − | "Its okay! Its okay!" She reassured the frantic pony, then adding "It was my fault anyways." Sweet Apple quickly gathered the scattered things that belonged in the knapsack and placed them neatly inside and finally secured the strap that kept the bag closed. Picking it up with her hoof, she handed it to Wintersong kindly.
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| − | Cloudberry internally facehoofed, trying to keep calm. "And you promised to behave professionally. That means flying calmly in line, not flitting about and keeping the satchel nice and steady so the cookies don't..."
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| − | "Good. Now remember, when we come to Ponyville, you behave professionally. We are there on business after all."
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| − | "It's an important meeting for me. Getting the Cakes to sell my macarons in their store is the first step in introducing my line of bakery to the Earth-pony audience... so please, just shut up and behave for once? For me?"
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| − | "Good. Now let's walk carefully and..." - she interrupted herself quickly enough to catch the filly by her feathers before she could flit off to "inspect" the next thing she had seen - "oof! I was saying walk behind me! And don't make eye contact with anyone! I've heard the ponies in this town are all kind of weird and strange things happen practically every day!"
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| − | "Oh, thank you very much - for both!" Cloudberry smiled, following the colt. Suddenly, Ponyville didn't seem so strange, after all. At least that colt seemed nice so far...
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| − | "Wha?" Cloudberry looked up. "Um... samples, right! Well... these aren't all for samples, of course - I had been hoping I could convince the owners of Sugarcube Corner to sell these at their shop. It would be simply wonderful if Earth Ponies could sample all those light fluffy bakeries just as easily as Cloudsdale pegasi, I thought."
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| | She looked back to Mist and appoliziged to him for being so hyper. She explained it had always been her dream to be a famous popstar across Equestria and lately she'd been having trouble writing songs. "But your adventures! They might just make me big!" She exclaimed as she jumped high up into the air. She put her hooves together and lay on the ground. "Please, Mr. Mist, will you help me and tell me about your adventures?" | | She looked back to Mist and appoliziged to him for being so hyper. She explained it had always been her dream to be a famous popstar across Equestria and lately she'd been having trouble writing songs. "But your adventures! They might just make me big!" She exclaimed as she jumped high up into the air. She put her hooves together and lay on the ground. "Please, Mr. Mist, will you help me and tell me about your adventures?" |
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