Ponies All Day-Writing Challenge

by ThunderTempest

15:00-15:30 "Mornings In Ponyville"

Twilight Sparkle’s home was Ponyville. Once and forever. She may have lived and existed in Canterlot, Fillydelphia, The Crystal Palace and even under the sea for a time, but she always returned to Ponyville. –Histories of the Amethyst Princess, by Spike the Dragon.

To Twilight Sparkle, there was nothing better than waking up late on a Ponyville morning, opening her window and inhaling the gentle scent of earth, apples and burnt sugar, while Pinkie Pie’s terrified screams echoed from Sugarcube corner. The party pony would get over the fact she’d synthesised life from flour, eggs, sugar, sugar and more sugar the moment she remembered she could eat it.
Three.
Two.
One. Silence fell. Yep. Right on schedule.

“Mornin’ Twilight!”

“Morning, Applejack! Off to the stand?”

“Eeyup. You plannin’ on joinin’ the peasants today?”

“You know what, I think I will.” The exchange was a constant running joke between the alicorn and whichever of her friends happened to be closest that morning, as a result of the immediate aftermath of Twilight’s coronation, and the Canterlot Nobles had expected the new Princess to stay in Canterlot, not down with ‘those peasants in Ponyville’. Twilight had not taken the suggestion well.

After a quick breakfast, Twilight made sure that the library door was unlocked, and stepped out onto the streets of Ponyville. She almost broke into song, but Rainbow Dash had taken to keeping a cloud around, just in case. As usual, her formal regalia had been left in the locked chest underneath her bed-not that anypony but her could actually lift the things, thanks to some very clever magical charms, but it never hurt to be safe. She trotted past Sugarcube corner, where judging by the noises still emerging from within, Pinkie Pie was doing delicious, delicious battle with her monster creation. Twilight took a mental guess at what it was made from this time-marzipan, or marshmellow. Probably marshmellow. There wasn’t enough property damage for marzipan.

Twilight may not have always wanted to go to Ponyville, but now? You could barely tear the mare away from the place for much longer than it took for her to complete her duties. And given how ridiculously efficient Twilight was, this was never very long.

Author's Note:

Written for Prompt #34: “Theme Week, Day Three”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ~ Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul