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“Aah!” I exclaim; as I put the bottle down onto the table, before me.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I am trotting over to the kitchen door.
As I reach the door, I am lifting up my right fore hoof; extending it to the door and the door slides up as I gently press the frog of my hoof onto the warm surface of the plaque. I feel the squishy quality of the mate black Silicone, as I press my hoof down; actively opening the door; before I retract my hoof and step into my kitchen in order to prepare my breakfast.
Just as the door had slid shut quietly behind me as I stepped out of my bedroom; now it had slid shut behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold as I step into my kitchen.
“Curious..” I ponder.
I can’t recall my doors closing behind me before. Why in the name of Celestia would they do that now? I have no idea. Doors never closed themselves behind any pony before. Certainly not, in tiny Ponyville.
Back home in the Ponyville I remember: one never had to bother even locking the door, when going out.
The way the village I know as Ponyville had developed; you just knock on the door, and the Pony opens if she is home. An alternative never had been established. Establishing new ideas, takes initiative; but back when the Apples had established themselves and their orchard, there had never been a need. Why bother now?
Just because new ponies had moved in, making it into a village?
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After breakfast; I had felt an urge, to go out in the fresh air. To feel Celestia’s sun warming me up. Like I had always enjoyed it. The way it should be, and how it had been since time immemorial.
Like all other ponies, and every pony before me; I am a creature of the light, a creature of the day.
Unlike most other Ponies, I am more of the indoors creature; the Egghead, the book horse as it were. Not that my head is round or overly fragile compared. Just saying. However, I do love my books. Maybe, just maybe; I never was all that social a Pony to begin with.
I like to be alone, enjoying the company of a good book. Books do not betray you, or tease you.
Like most adult ponies, I am a mare; just as I had been born as a filly. Of course, this never bothered me before, why should it?
Being a pony; I have a coat of fur, short as it may be. It covers my entire body, keeps me warm even in the coldest of weather. Not that this prevents ponies from having clothes; mostly protective clothes for their line of work, or as a fashion statement of course.
I like to be a simple pony, I do not need to wear clothes all the time. Why bother? It’s just such a hassle to keep up with.
If I had wanted to make a fashion statement, I could style my mane or dye it?
However; right now I am alone, so none would even notice it in the first place.
As much as I may love to stay indoors, keeping to myself; I still need a pinch of fresh air outdoors, as well as stretching my legs. Just a little bit of adventure, outdoors.
Apparently, my bookshelves are empty. I will have to go out, in order to stock up on the books I need. Just as I may have to go out, in order to acquire or purchase whatever I like to eat, in the coming days.
While I may still have some food in the kitchen, my kitchen; but I will have to get more, fresh food soon enough.
Since I had had my breakfast, this would be the perfect opportunity to go out to see what is outside.
I trot over to the door, to my cloaking room; lifting up my right fore hoof and extend it towards the plaque by the door, pressing the frog of my hoof gently onto the smooth surface. The door eagerly slides up quietly before me, before I step out of my living room; only for the door to slide shut quietly behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold. I barely notice, as I scan the space of the room I had just entered.
“Oh..” I exclaim.
Naturally the walls had been laid with the same oak-wood panel as the rest of my home. The first difference I notice, is the deep purple crystal the floor had been laid with; not individual tiles, but just an inch of Amethyst.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” I hear with each individual hoof-fall.
Just as in my bedroom, the ceiling is coated with mate black Silicone holding the starscape in place. If I look up; I can see the recreation of my night-sky, such as it would have been if not for the sun of Celestia flooding the sky, with light all day. In this manner; the room is warmly lit, with bright light from the instant the door opens for me and until it is closed behind me, as I step out of the room.
To my right; I find the shoe-rack, cloak-rack, hat-rack and even an umbrella-rack. Just as I had been expecting, I have neither a hat nor an umbrella. Why would I need these?
“Whatever could I possibly need the hat-rack or umbrella-rack for?” I groan; “but I guess I could use shoes, from that shoe-rack?” I ponder, somewhat bemused by the excessive decorations in the cloaking room. (Maybe Rarity could have appreciated these, but I only find it pointless and excessive.)
Curiously enough, however; I do have a set of stainless steel outdoors shoes, as well as a pair of crystal-clear Silicone shoes for indoors use. Likewise I have a pair of Glossy black Silicone boots for outdoors use, onto which I can put a set of shoes onto, if and when I so desire.
If it is raining, I could always throw up a shield and stay dry. That would be the end of it.
Since it is not even Nightmare Night, I don’t have that old costume out. However, I do have a wardrobe in which to store all my out of season clothes. This is still empty, for some reason; maybe due to me being new, in Tinyville.
Of course, I had not even realized I am in Tinyville; believing I am in Ponyville, even if my home is a bit off the mark. But alas, why should I let that get to me? For now, I have all I need to survive the day.
I may be a bit lonely and bored, on the account of Spike, Owlowiscious and all my books are unaccounted for. But I will make it. I have food in the kitchen and a roof over my head.
While I am alone, but from what I had gathered; it should be a perfectly fine day, for me to go out. Just as I am used to, in Ponyville; where Rainbow Dash is heading the weather-team, or singlehoofedly clears the sky in ten seconds flat if she is in the mood.
Every Pony knows she is lazy, even when most Ponies are ignoring this; so long as the sky is cleared on time, and the required rain comes in on time for when it is needed. I rarely had a reason to complain, and no Pony else had either.
Since the weather is supposed to be fine, I want to go out for a dash of fresh air; with that, I am raising my right hoof to the plaque by the door. I feel the smooth rubber under the frog of my hoof as I gently apply the pressure to open the door; only for the door to slide up before me and I step out, while the door slides shut behind me just as I had cleared the threshold.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as I am stepping out and onto the porch outside.
Hexagonal, purple Crystal tiles are laid tightly, covering the ground all the way up to a fence appearing to be Pi foot tall in my current size.
I have a slanted Crystal-clear roof overhead, covering the entire porch; permitting the light of Celestia's sun to shine down on me, where I am standing a step outside the outer door of my home. Even through the transparent roof, the sunshine is warming me. I find it warming my heart and soul, from the moment I step out, enjoying the fine Tinyvillian weather.
Why complain?
The only shadow on my porch, is the shadow of the walls supporting the ceiling.
I can clearly see the path from my porch, leading all the way out to the street before my home.
As I am looking down the path towards the street, I can clearly see a line of deep purple Peonies lining the path on the right and left. Otherwise, the lawn on the front is luscious, deep green grass.
On a side-note; I have a large rose-bush on the right and left of my porch, both sporting large, red blossoms with a pleasant scent. I momentarily stop, sniffing the air to enjoy the experience. Well, why not? I do enjoy the scent of the roses to the right and left of my porch.
“Curious..” I ponder; “but I guess I can enjoy this!” I continue.
While the realization is bothering me, as it hit home; this is not the home I had grown to love in my old hometown of Ponyville. Yet; at least, it seems to be a lovely home I can create pleasant memories at.
Just because this is not the home I knew, does not mean it could not be my home. I can still enjoy my life here; all the while, I ponder how I had gotten to this place.
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