"Ok, ok, this is a good day. Yes? Yes. Is a good day with you recent adquired title of journalist. And your first objective is go to Canterlot and try to create a report about one of the most important cities of the world instead of looking for a job like a normal pony and stop daydreaming all along and..."
She stops thinking. The sound of a big sigh was her only company as she tried to compose herself. She looked into her gray eyes in the mirror and said with a calm voice.
"Today is a good day"
Gave herself a nervous smile with her mouth, getting up of the chair looking for her pouch saddle and trying to accommodate her black mane with the left hoof. She finish messing it a little more instead of fixing anything, humming a little before gave up and took the saddle.
The view to the front of the second floor was beautiful and she couldn't just leave her room without seeing it one more time. The neighborhood has a variety of little and colorfull flowers in the green spaces between the road and the street, with the big buildings of the main city painting the horizon. The sun, raised by Twilight, close to the highest point was her inspiration to let that view go, keeping it in her memory.
"Little Curious! Come here!"
The voice of her mother, warm as she only can, creates a new smile in the face of Coy. She start running to the first floor as her mother and father wait for her. The two where at the table with a big meal and a cake, special order from the Cake's bakery shop.
"How is the most beautiful thing in the world?"
Her mother, red as Curious, run and hug her with love.
"I'm good mom..."
Curious answer with a little shame, and her father start to laugh loudly by the scene of the two mare. The old stallion was grey on every part of his body, from the hooves to the mane, like his eyes. The two start taking she to table with some dishes served for the cake. The smell and look from the sweet was perfect and the little writing in the top only gave her some tears of joy.
"You don't needed..."
She even feel a little of guilt, looking to the eyes of her parents and going to hug them again.
"Don't worry little one. Is your great day!" Her mother tear with her, increasing the strength between the three.
"Your mother is more happy because you are a journalist like her. If only you had taken the path of sociology, maybe you can make me cry to."
Her father try to look more hard in heart, but she only gave him a kiss in the cheek and he start crying with them. Both excited parents are leaving her breathless in this tight hug, sliding in their arms to scape.
"You, you're the best."-She tries to thanks in some way.
"No, no. You grow up a lot."
"Princess Twilight will be so happy to finally meet you."
"Calm mom, the princess don't even hear about me." Curious tries to lower the expectations of her mother.
"Because of that you need to travel to Canterlot. If she know you, she will be here with that teleportation magic of the unicorns." And fails.
It just made Curious more nervous, changing the topic to the cake and the flavor with the mastery only years of awkward moments could cultivate. She start eating with hunger, devouring the dessert as she while being dominated by the flavor. In a matter of minutes there was no sign of the cake.
"It was delicious!" A great smile, the bigger in the week, put in the face of Curious. "Thanks mom! Thanks dad!"
"I was worried that the delivery had ruined the flavor. But I'm so happy you like it!" Was the answer of her mother.
"What happen with the delivery?" Curious turned her head a little confused.
"Nothing little Curious, don't pay attention to your mother when she talk like that." The father interrupts.
Curious let her face down, she know what is about to happen and little by little start to move her hooves from the table, trying to not attract attention.
"I only was worried some feather of the griffon find its way on the cake of my precious daughter."
"Honey, you love pegasi delivery."
"But the pegasi know how to deliver quick and clean."
"And the griffon don't?"
"They are more dirty by nature."
"More than fifteen years of colaboration and you still being racist about the griffon. Not even the changellings, the griffon!"
"But the changellings are cute! And don't leaves their chitin all over the street."
"They! Eat! Love!"
The discussion between her parents start and Curious sigh in one corner, going up for her clothes and beret. She was sure that discussion is one of the reasons she wouldn't miss her house to often. She don't hold any grudge agains them, they were old and stubborn earth ponies after all. The end of that talking start with her and her generation. Put a scarf around her neck and began to gallop toward the exit.
She hug her parents again, and was that heat of family the reason she will miss that house no matter what. With the last tear, she start her way to the train station up north. Look at her gemphone and start playing of her favorites songs of Sweetie Belle, Back to the Seventeen. She remember in school being bully for like the first songs of Sweetie Belle and not the last ones, but she really love the most classic tones she use back then.
She finally get to the train station, confirming her seat in the ticket box and looking for it, ten minutes early, as usual.
She continue listen music while explore the updates of her friends, not so many, but all of them happy in their photos and with their families. Without problem, with jobs, a secured future, even some with a house or a car. Looking good, safe, with partner, planing to get kids, and be the better versions of themselves. With hooves in the ground and pragmatic solutions instead of follow a dream about meet a princess, the only princess, without preparation and only a pair of notes, the only princess after the Celestia and Luna rule who probably has better things to do than hear a earth pony, not a unicorn, no a pegasi, a earth pony about journalism and reports. The train is not moving, she have time to recapacitate, get a job and be happy. Like her friends with their safe lifes and partners and kids and jobs and houses and carriages and confidence to excel in everything she can't!
"Is this seat 8B?" A voice, a real one, stop the others in the mind of Curious.
A bright colored changelling was there, a young adult as she. A quick view on the seat reveals her seat being in the middle and not in the window.
"Oh! Yes! Sorry!" Clumsily, she begins to try to change seats.
"Don't worry!" The changelling took the middle seat. "I'm Parallex, nice to meet you."
Curious was more red in her shecks than the rest of her body, trying to look to the window without answer to that words.
"Oh, yes, sorry." Parallex murmur a little.
Looking in his own bag, the changelling bring up a book to start reading it in silence while Curious look outside the windows and turned up the volume of the music, trying to lost herself.
The train start to moving with destination to Canterlot.