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Trotting to the estate, from the royal castle of friendship just outside Ponyville proper; takes me a few minutes, with the entourage of three girls in tow. Otherwise, I know I could have gotten here in half the time, hooves down.
The building looks fairly newly built and is not coated with any dust on the outside. I even have a small patch of green grass. The porch is painted white, considering how they did not know who would take possession and move into the estate. I guess I can’t blame them, for taking the safe choice. I could easily have it painted in pink, if and when I choose to.
I pull out the key from my mane and unlock the door without any fanfare or ceremony. Why bother, wasting the time on that now?
“This will be your new home, for now!” I exclaim, as I open the outer door on the front.
Behind the shiny, freshly white painted door, the hall is greeting me with medium dark stone tiles. The walls in the main area of the store is merely painted white. This is a fairly large boutique area.
There is a door to the main storage in the back, on the left side. Another large, empty white space. I have a flight of stairs, up to the living space, and another down to the basement.
To the right, I have the room, where the workers are supposed to cook and have their meals. There is also the restroom and the mares’ room. For now, I ignore the basement.
“I hope you will live on the second floor!” I point out.
I trot up the flight of stairs, only to find a hall. The floor is laid with medium dark stone tiles. The walls are painted a neutral white. I have the door to what is supposed to me my mare’s room and the shower. I have the kitchen on my right. The middle door leads to the living room. Behind the living room, I have a set of small rooms, fit for bed rooms, in which a girl could live fairly comfortable.
“Sorry, the house is not coming with furniture. We will simply have to make due, until I can buy the furniture!” I point out.
“At least, I guess we have a home!” Emerald respond, trying out a new smile of her own.
“I can’t buy the food to sell in the cafe, so I will have to bake and prepare everything by myself!!” I ponder.
“Yes, you still do have a home! I will have to buy some furniture and food for you to eat; I doubt humans can work or even live very long without anything to eat!” I point out, in response.
“There are plenty of vegetables for sale in the market!” Ruby suggests.
“Some of which should supply you with nourishment! I assume you will be able to prepare the food for yourselves, once everything is in place!” I add.
“Even a little girl could slice vegetables and whip up an edible salad!” Amethyst points out, grinning.
“Depending on what you like to eat; I could add it on my list of groceries I buy today, while I go out to acquire a few other items!” I point out.
“Some vegetables would be nice, even the griffons served us vegetables!” Emerald responds.
“I think I need to go to the market, so I can buy us some of these vegetables; aside from furniture!” I point out.
“Some vegetables would be nice!” Emerald responds.
“Please, stay up here; while I go out to bring home the food!” I instruct the girls.
“Okay, Pinkie!” the girls respond.
I trot down the flight of stairs to the ground floor, then continue to the outer door. Just as I open the door, I find Derpy standing before me.
“I have a delivery for Ruby, Emerald and Amethyst!” she exclaims, just as I open the door.
“Girls, come down for a moment; you have mail!” I exclaim.
“Rarity sent something, by Derp mail!” I ponder, while I wait for the girls to traverse the flight of stairs.
“Mail? For us?” Emerald inquires.
“Yes, for Ruby, Emerald and Amethyst!” Derpy Hooves responds, waiting for the girls to stop by the door.
“From Rarity!” Emerald reads, as she is accepting the package.
The three packages are not large, not large enough to hold anything special. I watch the three girls breaking the seals of their respective gifts.
“Oh!” Emerald exclaim.
“A necklace! I do believe Rarity did mention a necklace!” I point out
As I momentarily turn back, the mail-mare Derpy had already left. Of course she would fly away; she has other matters to attend to, in her mail-service.
“Rarity did promise a necklace!” I ponder, while I help the girls putting on their respective necklaces.
“Not used to having mail? I inquire; “Let me help you with these!” I then add.
One by one, they hand me their necklace and turn their back towards me; permitting me to help them, putting the necklace on.
“I believe there is a mirror, in the girl’s room. You should see how you look, with the necklace on!” I point out; instructing them to go upstairs, once more.
I lock the door behind myself, while they walk up to the living quarters. I imagine I see a hint of a smile spreading out over their faces. Who’s to blame them? They had just been given jewelry.
The door is open, as they take turns to explore the gift up close. The pink metallic necklace, with a gem in the shape of my signature balloon. Each gem matching their names; a Ruby, an Emerald and an Amethyst, respectively.
“They will learn the secrets after I get home!” I ponder; as I bounce off towards the market with two empty saddle bags on my back, the key and coins hidden within the tight curls of my mane.
While the delivery had been a bit unexpected in timing, I had been prepared for what it is to offer. The necklaces may look like mere jewelry to the uninitiated; but these does hold special powers, based on the enchantments placed upon them. I have a necklace, looking fairly similar; the element of laughter, but that is not what I have for my girls. The balloon is symbolizing the joy of lifting the spirits of others. Or, so I am prepared to claim.
“My girls will need their vegetables, and I will also need them for the cafe. I will need additional ingredients for preparing of baked goods. Aside from the furniture, to their home and my cafe!” I ponder, as I continue down the road, towards the market.
When I moved to Ponyville, the market was only open one day each week and just a few hours at the one single day; now it is open each and every day, from dawn and until dusk. The farmers maintain the tradition.
“Apples!” I ponder, as I see Applejack, on my way into the market.
Of course I will need apples, so I hasten my steps towards her, slowing down only to stop before my friend.