"It's HIM again!" my mom called in a playfully bored voice. I admit, I race horsed it to the counter and leaned on my front hooves. My eyelashes fluttered like a dumb animal's and my mane was rapidly patted into place by a self-concious hoof. Honestly, I couldn't have failed myself more. He - Falconwing - had come again! My soul was doing a conga line while the outside of me retained the same dreamily stupid demeanor. Thinking back on it now, I sigh.
"Hay Color Scheme," he said with a smile. I thought a bit longer than normal about what to say, so I wouldn't COMPLETELY embarrass myself. I was sure that 'YOU REMEMBERED MY NAME!' wouldn't work well, so I stuck with
"Hi."
"Sooooo..." he looked a bit red. My insides cheered, "I was wondering if you'd like to go for a trot around Ponyville," he finished shyly, looking at his hooves. My mind was (Luckily) quicker than my fainting abilities, so I said
"YES!" quicker than a greased frog down a mountainside. He smiled.
"Really? I mean, great, I was hoping you'd want to," he said, walking beside me as we left. I almost forgot one thing though.
"MOM?! I'll be gone for a bit!" my mouth said - at least I'm pretty sure it did. My eyes and ears were too focused on Falconwing. We walked out the door and into the fresh air. Breathing it in, I smiled. Our art shop (Rose's Gallerya) always had the heavy smell of paint in the air - you got used to it. Falconwing guided me towards the middle of town and stopped outside a new looking building that I hadn't seen before (Goes to show how much I get out). We ordered a very romantic luch (Tacos) and sat down to eat.
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I suppose that you're waiting for me to tell you what he looks like. Well, here goes:
He was absolutely DREAMY, but enough of my goey nonsense. He had white, clean fur and a black and white mane that was neat yet wild at the same time. His pegasus wings and the name Falconwing give it away that he's a pegasus. His eyes are a shiny gray - soft but mysterious. I can tell that my mind is totally exagerating his handsome characteristics, but still, it's what he looked like. His cutie mark was one black wing. He always had a smile, even if it was one of those 'I don't know if I should be smiling' kind of smiles. Like I said before - cute, huh?
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"So, I'm new to Ponyville," Falconwing started off as we nom nom-ed on tacos. I nodded like a smart filly.
"I guessed - I haven't seen you around. Are you one of Princess Celestia's students, or were you sent her for pegasus stuff, or what?" I asked, staring, almost childlike at him. He shook his head.
"I work for the guy in the painting, Mr. Moneybags," he said with a small grimace. I laughed way too loudly.
"You mean that guy, Moneybags, actually got an elephant of a painting of HIMSELF?! That's really funny," I snortled quietly, and he joined me.
"Yeah, Moneybags is a REALLY uppity old stallion. He is the richest pony I've ever met, and he likes to rub it in with the other, less rich ponies. I don't LIKE him exactly, but he pays big bucks to a servant who does EVERYTHING for his rich self," he ranted.
"You must get sick of him," I said, feeling sorry for him. I really got it good, working for mom all day and having fun.
"Yup, I do."