Sweat... That is all I feel right now. At least, I think that might be it. It must’ve been a while since I lost activity in that little corner, because it feels hot in here compared to before. I stir to get a grip on my body status. I feel something weird on all of my hooves. It’s like paper of some kind, and it’s bound tightly to me. Okay, it’s not tight enough to the point where I can’t stand. That was already true with my weak body to begin with. I let my forehooves feel each other, confirming my assumption that I’m wearing bound paper in that area, further confirmed as I open my eyes.
So, did a pony come by and patch my hooves up? Did talking to Queen Chrysalis the way I did actually work? I have no idea. If that pony or changeling comes by again, I’ll have to thank them for saving me like I asked Queen Chrysalis. I sniff my hooves again, gandering at the familiar carapace scent... with one big difference. That difference being that it smells like a small fruit was added to my blood. At the very least, I feel a lot better now, maybe even well enough to walk properly. And there’s actual sunlight too boot instead of just the grim, grey sky.
Refocusing, I notice the symphony of droplets again in its strong reverb. I get up and make my way out, the scent of wet leather sensed once again. As I pass the dismantled gate, I look closer at the wrap. All of it is stained green, a color just like the motite I used to heal my right forehoof. Looking up, I see that the gate has that exact same color of stain. I decide that since I’m still up to finding the name of this place, I might as well turn right upon being in front of the only set of railings here, heading to the similar setup at the dead end as to that of the JCPenney’s Outlet Store wall.
As I walk on the right side of the hall, I see to my right a sign that says, “Welcome to the JCPenney Outlet Store”, partially free of the window it resides on. Right next to that window, I see that the room is perfectly enterable, sans the expansive water puddle extending to the front of the next room over, labeled “Community Room”. I choose not to go in either room, however, due to the thought of denser negative emotion being a possibility in each. After about three more entrances on the right as I walk, I find myself at the dead end to the hall.
I pass by another possibly de-labeled entrance before I’m in front of the main row of windows, focusing solely on the direction I walk in at hoof. Then, I spot two entrances on the left. I canter over to the entrances with hope that these might have the name of my locale. Everywhere I look, there’s no writing indicating a name. However, coming back out, I catch something in the corner of my left eye, so I turn around. It’s a door that is painted in the same pattern as the rest of the wall before the two entrances I was just in. I feel very intrigued to find more about what lies behind the door.
As I enter, a long, extensive room greets my eyes, bearing a much weaker reverb to my ears as I walk. As I look at the big picture, the room doesn’t seem like the rest of this building. Everything looks more clear and familiar, only a little bigger, I can finally recognize everything unlike the rest of the building. First waking up in this building, I was under a lot of stress from losing my locale, but I think I have finally gotten used to this place surprisingly. Almost as if the elements ignored this particular room, it kind of reminds me of the orders I was given in Canterlot from Queen Chrysalis’ plan.
Looking slightly closer at the items, I notice a large array of papers strewn about, although some have been perfectly stacked onto others, obstructing my view. Now, I start getting excited as I see writing on them, pretty much unfaded. I levitate a few of the papers until I find something clearly in large print. It reads, “Rolling Acres.” Between the words are two shapes that are relatively small. The green shape looks like that of a changeling’s hoof. The purple, above the green, resembles the bottom half of a fish with a symmetrical checkmark coming out of the torso, going under the fin.
Rolling Acres... that sounds like a knockoff of Sweet Apple Acres. And yet, my locale doesn’t even come close to being a vast field like Sweet Apple Acres. All I’ve seen so far are just small rooms that I assume is just a bunch of stores. I mean, I only found two that have names. JCPenney’s Outlet Store, and Community Room. However, now that I think about it, out of the three names I found, none of them seem to have any obvious pony pun. Wherever in Equestria this “Rolling Acres” is, I have to say, someone finally had the sense to come up with a name without including their pride in ponykind.
I levitate the papers back where they came from, still thinking. Hmm. Judging by how Ponyville has Sweet Apple Acres, the town I must be in just has to be something other than “Rolling”. Ponyville as Sweet Apple... that’ll be the day. And judging by the names I’ve come across so far, it could also be devoid of a pony pun. I’m not going to lie; I might just like this portion of Equestria the best. Well, it’s a given that I do like the name, Carve, but that’s different. It’s no insect pun like the rest of the changelings’ names. Well, at least I can stay in a building in Equestria that no one occupies now.