-CHAPTER 5: DONATIONS DUE-
{*First-Person View, Main Character*}
Hot damn. This storm.
I mean, I know that you might be sick and tired of hearing me bitch about it, but seriously! I can’t believe how brutal and relentless the rain is! While me and Twilight trek outside with the wind pushing us about, I get to enjoy the views and features of the streets of Ponyville: all five feet of it. Visibility was so abysmal that I was very surprised that Twilight had even a lick of sense as where to go! Oh sure, at least I could see my hand in front of my face, but anything beyond that was a blurry mess of muddled blues, greys and blacks.
I was literally soaked to the skin in rainwater. Imagine the largest monsoon that could even possible exist. Now multiply that my one thousand. Now you have an accurate representation of how much rain was slamming into my face. Thankfully my long hair kind of made a drape for my eyes so that I can actually open them, but it also meant that strands of hair kept poking my pupils out. My clothes absorbed water for the first five seconds of the walk, but after it just seemed too full to contain any more liquid. Naturally because of this, I managed to put on five extra pounds from the sheer mass of H2O I had on my body.
Twilight’s glowing horn was the only source of light for miles around. Sure, there would be the occasional thunder flash here and there, but it didn’t mean much underneath the black blanket that were the rainclouds. Both of us continued our path, silent and grumpy. Well, I knew I was grumpy, but I wasn’t so sure about Twilight. However, I don’t exactly think she’s in a peachy mood after having me tag along with her.
I started to wonder to myself why I actually bothered to follow the unicorn on her quest. I swiftly recalled my plan making sense when I first thought of it. By following Twilight, I could get a move on instead of getting stuck in one location. Also, I could also learn more about Twilight as a person- I mean, pony. Besides, this also allowed me to assess the situation much, much better, seeing as I would have had a better grip on the outside world.
Man, was I starting to regret my decision.
I folded my arms, attempting to contain what little heat I had left inside me. I was already shivering, and yet it hadn’t even been ten minutes yet! Well, it felt like ten minutes anyways. Maybe it was more, maybe it was less. I have no idea. But anyways, I keep mentally telling myself that I’ve been through worse weather, which is true because living in Canuckle land isn’t really the warmest place on Earth. However, in the past I’ve had layer upon layers of coats, sweaters, long sleeve shirts and t-shirts while here, I might as well be wearing nothing at all! My drenched shirt was nothing more than a white rag wrapped around my shoulders.
I can’t believe that Twilight actually didn’t prepare this much! At the beginning of our journey, she brought out a umbrella from her bags that she has on her sides. Well, before you could say “a blustery day”, the umbrella bent backwards from the forces of the wind, broke and flew away, even with twilight’s magical strength trying to contain it! I guess magic isn’t fail-safe after all. I’m guessing that she doesn’t actually own a rain coat of her own, seeing as she didn’t bring one with her, but I dunno. It would seem stupid to go out in the rain and not bring your own jacket.
Since I had ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHERE WE WERE GOING, I had to make little effort on deciding which directing to head towards. Apparently, staring at the back of Twilight’s neck was good enough. She knew the way, therefore, she took point. I felt as if the scenery around me was a bit awkward and a lot gloomy, but once again, I had absolutely no idea how to handle it. I could try talking to Twilight, but she seems focused enough on her job, which was getting us the heck out of here. Besides, what would I say to her? “How’s the weather?” No freaking way.
So based off of Twilight’s planned route that she quickly filled me in on just after we left the library, we were to head towards Rarity’s, pick her up, go to Pinkie Pie’s place (I’m certainly looking forward to that. Not.), pick her up, go to Fluttershy’s, get her, go to Applejack’s get her, and the rest I can’t remember. What? So what if I don’t have perfect memory! It’s good enough. Besides, Twilight’ the one who’s doing all the planning, not me.
I’m gonna have to admit it. I’m in a completely rotten mood. Absolutely dreadful. But who could blame me? This entire situation stinks like a pile of doggie dung mixed with sewage water and morning breath. It’s just a bad combination of elements creating the perfect storm. Funny how that’s a fairly accurate representation of the rainstorm I’m currently in and yet it’s supposed to be a FIGURE OF SPEECH.
“Here we are!” I barely heard Twilight shout out through the roaring blasts of air and water. I immediately straightened my back and looked up, hopeful that she was right.
And she was! Or, at least, I think she was. Both of us stood in front of a large circular white building. It was difficult to make out the details of the structure through the falling drizzle, but to me it looked like the house itself was wearing a gigantic dress on it. Is it even a house? It looks totally different compared the rest of the Ponyville houses I’ve seen!
“The Carousel Boutique.” Twilight randomly commented. She must have been referring to Rarity’s home. So why does her house have a title to it?
The two of us approached the front door. She knocked on it a few times with her hoof. As to be expected, the entrance did not open to her beckon call. We waited patiently, counting the seconds and comparing it the sound of raindrops falling. It seemed like there was a certain pattern to how the water dropped. There was a certain beat. Drop, drop, drop drop, over and over again. It was a little bit annoying, but just a little bit.
This is terrible! Every millisecond standing out here feels like a millennium! What is taking Rarity so long? Did she even hear Twilight’s knock? Frick, I just wanted to go inside already! Away from the wet, cold rain and the painful, agonizing wind! Is that so hard to ask? Huh? Is it? If this ‘Princess Celestia’ Twilight talked about is the sun goddess, why couldn’t she just bring the power of the sun and end this horror? What’s so bad about the storm that a freakin’ GODDESS cannot solve? Is she really even a goddess? I highly doubt it. It’s hard to believe anything anymore.
This is terrible.
I heard Twilight knock again, but this time with more urgency. We waited some more. And then some more. Finally, after what seemed to be an eon or so, the door opened.
“I’m sorry, but we are closed due to bad-Twilight, Griffin! What are you two doing in here?”
I turned around to see a slightly worn out Rarity standing in the doorway, completely aghast. Before Twilight could even begin to speak her answer, Rarity took her turn first.
“You two must be freezing out there! Come on inside, quickly! Before you catch a cold!”
I gladly obliged.