Tempest opened the journal, bypassing the first page for now and continuing straight onto the second page. Breifly glancing at the quill and ink, she decided not to bother trying not to crush the feathery quill and extracted a pen from her bag. She began to write.
Hi... Journal...
It's kind of odd to think that some ponies address their journal as a sapient being. I don't think I'll bother with that. I haven't kept a journal since I was a foal, this feels really nostalgic.
Today has been overwhelming. I didn't show it on the outside, but there is so much to Ponyville! It's really bright and full of friendly ponies. I still see lots of ponies who try to subtly sneak off when I walk past, or stop their conversations when I look at them, I guess that's to be expected since I tried to take over.
It still gets under my skin that no one trusts me, but why should they? Rationally I acknowledge that, but I have yet to come to terms with it emotionally.
I saw a farm today. Farms need strong workers, don't they? I could probably get a short-term job there and earn some money.
I met a mare named Starlight and oh, she can talk. She had seven parts of that speech she gave during the tour, and it all went in one ear and out the other. I'll write down the names of the places we went by here, so I remember:
Sugar Cube Corner
The School of Friendship
The Town Hall
The Carousel Boutique
Sweet Feather Sanctuary
The Cutie Mark Crusader's clubhouse
and the farm, Sweet Apple Acres.
We only actually went into the farm, the other places I will have to explore in my own time. There's a lot to see here for a quiet town
Tempest quietly closed the journal and set it down, heading off to make herself some dinner.