Applejoy - Chapter 14Chapter 14
On such a cold, windy day, most residents of Ponyville were more than content to spend their time indoors, holed up in their cozy homes against the bite of frosty wind and blowing snow. The skies had been clear of clouds for a couple days, but the arrival of the brisk wind signaled an end to the clear weather.
At the moment, however, the day was still bright and clear, and the airborne drifts of snow that blew their way down Ponyville's streets did little to dampen the mood of those who did venture outside. A few quickly shuttled themselves to and fro between heated buildings, unwilling to let the cold bother them as they went about their business. Even fewer milled about in the plowed city streets, ignoring the cold for the chance to experience the day and enjoy themselves, marveling at the pristine white beauty that had besieged their town.
With so few outside, a kind of fantastic silence had descended upon the town. The only sound that could be heard was the low, subtle w
Pillow Thoughts II - Chapter 8 --AppleDash--
Pillow Thoughts II
Celestia's oldest student
Rainbow lazily opened an eye. She thought she heard a seagull. She slowly shifted her gaze upwards, blinking a few times, adjusting to the afternoon light. The sun was shining, making her frown. She covered her eyes with a hoof and sighed as she pieced together bits and fragments of last night's conversation. Her ears pricked up when she recognized the distinct faint scent of apples. She nuzzled her way up the orange coat and snuggled her little orange cloud.
Applejack mumbled something incoherent as Rainbow's muzzle gently bumped into hers. She stretched out her forelegs and hugged her pegasus as they both enjoyed the warm rays of the sun, shining over them. The big boat didn't completely dried after last night's storm but at least it was safely anchored near the island's shore. On board, a few hooves away from the two lovebirds, the other four ponies were still sleeping and, not far from them, the old sailor was beginning
My Little Muffin - Part 1 Soft, classical music echoed through the halls and rooms of the humble abode that night. It was a gentle tune, violins and bass bringing forth a powerful, yet emotional crescendo. For some reason, ponies liked playing Posh Ball's 'Canon in D Major' at weddings, possibly to reflect what they hoped the future would bring. Meanwhile, Derpy Hooves busied herself with fixing her dinner: she was not nearly conceited enough to play this sort of thing while reading.
The amber-eyed pony hummed along with the tune as she chopped up some celery to put in her salad, looking out her window and into the night sky. Although it grew warmer in her house by the minute, she didn't dare open the windows or else succumb to the horrid stench that came when hundreds of ponies expelled the contents of their stomachs. Derpy shook her head at the thought, dumping the chopped vegetable into her salad.
It all started out innocently enough. The town