"He stared at the horizon like a pony on a mission. He knew it was going to be a long while before he saw his home again. He took a deep breath and..."
"Honey. You know I love you, but the narration is unnecessary."
"...a deep breath and took his first hoofstep out the door and into the great unknown! The orchestra in the pit starts to play, a gust of wind blows from the side, making his luscious locks glitter in the sunlight. This will be the start of a grand adventure!"
"Embellished Honey, please. I am just going out to paint."
"Yes, Stretched Canvas. I know."
"Hey, I saw that eye roll."
"No you didn't!"
"Did too! Sigh. Alright. What do you want?"
"Moi? Why would I want anything? I have a lovely husband who is always busy with his work, a delightful little cottage on the hill that's always one pony short, a quaint little kitchen for all my cooking needs, despite the fact the amount I'm cooking for always seems to be for one less."
"..."
"What happened, Canvas?"
"I...I don't know, Honey. Maybe I got caught up with my work? I can't really say."
"Hmmm... I won't accept that. At least, not right now. I deserve a proper answer, Canvas."
"I don't know if I can give one..."
"Didn't your mother ever say to raise your chin when you're feeling down? Chin up!"
"Ehe...no. She never said that."
"Ah. Well, I'm saying it! — Say, how about, I go with you."
"To my painting places?"
"Yeah, sure. It's been a while since we did anything meaningful together."
"Hey, that's unfair."
"Is it?"
"...No."
"Thought so. Come on, let's get this show on the road!"
"..."
"Alright, so where do you go from here?"
"Well, usually, I take this path here. It goes up into the mountains. The views are stunning."
"Alright then, let's go!"
"Hey! Wait up. Honey!"
"You're so slow, Canvas. All this hiking, and you can't handle a running mare. You should be ashamed."
"Haha, very funny."
"I thought it was hilarious."
"Okay, you've made your point. I am a worthless stallion, one who doesn't deserve your hoof in marriage."
"See? That right there, that's where you're wrong. You give up too easily, that's your problem. You have plenty of worth as a stallion, a husband, and a pony. You just don't see it in yourself. You've just given up on ever trying to see it in yourself. You've subjected yourself to this life, day in, day out."
"I...you're right. Ha, of course you're right. You've got my back and when you needed me, I wasn't there. I wholeheartedly apologize, Honey. I was selfish and blind."
"It's alright, Canvas. I'm glad you understand."
"..."
"..."
"Here's a good spot."
"Below the tree, overlooking the valley?"
"Yep. It has everything I was looking for. What are you going to do while I do this?"
"I'll look around the area. Perhaps search for cooking ingredients. I've heard there was a type of mint in this area."
"Well, I wish you luck, then.
"You too."
"..."
"..."
"Hey. Before I head off, I just want to say. I'm sorry."
"I accept your apology if you accept my apology."
"Hehe, alright Canvas. I accept your apology."
"Good, no...hoooly crap, what the heck is that!?"
"The world's on fire!"
"Quick! I must paint it!"