//------------------------------// // Ponyville // Story: Trials and Tribulations // by _SilverTongue //------------------------------// Chapter 4: Ponyville By: SilverTongue123 Thanks to: TWE, Ancient LionTurtle Special Thanks to: Quick Fix, Iggy, and Cozmosus “Slower!” The moving ponies had begun to yell at each other as they tried to fit a couch through the front door of the Charleston Mansion. “Careful!” “Fool, turn it this way!” “Alright everypony drop it! Let’s think about this.” Good thing at least one of these ponies has the least bit of sense, Silver thought, beginning to feel stressed by the cacophony of voices around him. “Daddy, what’s taking them so long?” Little Blossom whined, looking up at her father with big blue eyes, “I’m tired! Make them go faster, Daddy!” The trip over to Ponyville had taken a toll on Little Blossom. She was tired of being flown around. At this point, she only wanted to have this whole ordeal over with. “Blossom, they’re going as fast as they can,” Silver said, patting her gently with his hoof. “Aww, but Daddy!” “That’s enough Little Blossom,” a stern Morning Star had appeared next to Silver, “We just need to be patient.” “Ugh, fine!” Little Blossom shouted in frustration. Silver watched as she stomped off to go explore the field surrounding the Mansion. “She’s just tired, Silver, as we all are,” Morning said with a comforting tone. “I know it’s been hard for all of us, but it will be worth it in the long run,” Silver sighed, “We never have to deal with the city again, peace and quiet at last.” Morning Star nodded in agreement. When she turned around to go find Little Blossom, she spotted a familiar figure off in the distance. “Hey honey,” she taunted, “Your favorite neighbor is here.” “Oh, no! Hide me!” Silver’s voice sounded like the epitome of desperation. He looked around frantically, but finding nowhere to hide, gulped, and turned to face the slowly approaching orange pony. “Howdy ya’ll! How’s the move coming?” asked Applejack. Behind her skipped a little yellow filly with a red mane and a bow. “It’s going well! Here, let me open the gate for you,” Morning Star said, after glancing back at Silver, who was trying to become as small as possible. The property was large, but enclosed. A brick wall extended all the way around it, ensuring nopony would accidentally stumble onto private property. The land connected with the main road, but could only be accessed through an iron gate. The mansion was set further back in the property, with a small pebble road leading to the front door, which Applejack, Morning Star, and the mysterious filly were now walking toward. “Before I forget, I’d like to introduce ya’ll to my sister, Apple Bloom,” Applejack interrupted the conversation she had begun with Morning Star about the move to push the small filly out from behind her. “Oh, hello there! We have a little filly as well, let me go get her. Would you like to come?” Morning Star trotted off, after Apple Bloom had gotten the OK from her big sister, smirking at Silver Tongue, who now had to make conversation with Applejack. “So ya’ll excited to live in Ponyville?” asked Applejack. That accent made him cringe. “I guess. My only concern is I’ve never lived out in the country, so I don’t know what to do. I’d like to open my practice up in Ponyville and continue to do what I love,” responded Silver, making a poor attempt at being friendly. Applejack stopped. “What do ya’ll do again?” “I’m a prosecutor,” quickly replied Silver, but upon seeing Applejack’s blank expression, he explained, “A lawyer.” “Ohhh,” Applejack remarked, “So you’re one of them fancy rich ponies. Well, the town is hosting a welcome party for ya’ll later this afternoon, so all ya’ll can meet the ponies in Ponyville,” Applejack seemed happy to have another pony in Ponyville. “Where will the party be held?” inquired Silver. Applejack laughed and answered, “That’s not for me to tell, ya’ll will get your invitation later this morning.” “Okay, well I’ll make sure I attend,” Silver was attempting to get out of his comfort zone in order to achieve his original purpose with the move. He looked past Applejack and saw Little Blossom and Apple Bloom playing in the field while Morning Star trotted back to her husband. “Well,” Morning Star said with a smile, “It looks like they’ll get along fine.” Applejack looked behind her at the two fillies playing in the field and grinned, “Well I’ve gotta go take care of some things back at the farm,” she turned her head toward the fillies and yelled, “APPLE BLOOM, LET’S GET GOING!” Apple Bloom got up and galloped to her sister, waving goodbye to Little Blossom. “It was nice meeting you, Apple Bloom!” shouted Little Blossom. “You too, Little Blossom! We’ll have to play again sometime!” Silver was smiling a little; at least somepony’s fitting in. “We’ll have to chat sometime when we’re not moving,” Morning Star called out to the orange pony, “Oh, let me get that gate again,” She cantered over and opened the gate for them, “Thanks again for visiting us!” “It was our pleasure,” Applejack said with a smile, “Ya’ll have a good day now,” Applejack passed through the gate with Apple Bloom in tow, and they began their walk to Sweet Apple Acres. The time was 10:21 A.M. Silver turned back towards the house to inspect how the moving ponies were coming along when Morning Star called after him, “Silver dear, what was Applejack talking to you about?” “She said there’s going to be a welcome party for us today. She said somepony will drop by and leave an invitation by the end of the morning,” explained Silver. Morning Star nodded her head and caught up with her stallion. “I was just going to check on the moving ponies. They’ve been here since seven, so they should be wrapping up now,” Silver said. “Well it looks like they’re done, they finally got that couch though the door,” Morning Star said, suppressing laughter. Silver chuckled and headed toward the moving van. “Uh sir,” one of the worker ponies had stuck his head out of the house, “We’re just about done.” “Sounds swell, what’s left?” inquired Silver. “Uhh, well, you know that couch, it’s inside but it’s not getting up the stairs,” the moving pony said with a hint of sleepiness in his voice. “It’s fine, just leave it downstairs,” Silver was anxious to get inside the house, as was his family. “Yes sir!” the worker pony said with renewed energy, obviously happy to not have to deal with that infernal couch anymore, “Come on boys,” With that the entire crew poured out of the house and left the property, taking the moving van with them. Silver had hired them from Ponyville after the pegasi team had dropped off the van. They were pegasi as well, but dealt with moving the furniture out of the vans rather than moving the vans from city to city. Silver had paid them in advance and was pleased with the work they had done. “Little Blossom,” Silver yelled, “You can come into the house now.” A yellow bolt appeared out of nowhere and zoomed into the house. Morning Star ran after her, chastising the little filly, “Wipe your hooves before entering the house! You know better than to track mud and dirt all over our brand new house!” Silver chuckled and walked into the house, after wiping his hooves on the front mat. The house was fairly large. He stepped into front room, and glanced around the room and saw Little Blossom rush through the living room. “Slow down!” he yelled out, not wanting the little filly to track mud through the house, but he still heard the filly racing around the house. He sighed and went to find her, passing through the living room first. He looked around the room, inspecting the job that the moving ponies had completed. The living room had been arranged to accommodate a number of ponies, in case there was ever a party or meeting. In consisted of a bookcase, which he instructed that it be placed on the wall, and was relieved when he saw that they had followed his preference. The two couches, four chairs, and a conference table were also in the right place, with the chairs and couches surrounding the table. Morning Star poked her head out of the kitchen. “Um Silver, if you’re looking for Little Blossom, she ran upstairs, would you mind fetching her for dinner? I’ve been working on it since I got into the door.” She asked him, with a hint of pleading. The filly was too much for her to handle at the moment, so he nodded. The kitchen was just like any other kitchen, a sink, refrigerator, drawers, cabinets, a pantry, and of course, a table. He trotted through the kitchen and into the dining room, he could access the stairs from here, as well as inspecting the room. The dining room consisted of a large, fancy table that Morning Star had received from her Grandparents. It had been the same table that they had given her parents when they had gotten married. When Mornings’ parents died, the table was given back to her Grandparents, but they had given it to Silver and Morning once they were married as a family heirloom. The chandelier above the table was also another heirloom given to Morning. He smiled when he remembered being pulled aside by Morning Stars’ grandfather who told him, “That chandelier is like our granddaughter. Fragile. Take care of her like you would a chandelier.” Silver climbed the stairs that led up to a landing which separated into four hallways, one hallway led to the master bedroom and bathroom. Another led to Little Blossom’s room. The third led to a game room, where a billiards table had been set up. The last hall led to the attic, which was uninhabited at the moment. Silver sighed as he wandered down each hallway, looking into each room for the silly filly. When he got to the third hallway, he walked up to the billiards table, put his hoof on the smooth green felt, bringing back the memory of when he had first touched the fabric of a pool table. Whenever Silver needed a break, he would go play pool. His father had taught him how to play at the local pool hall. It was the first time him and his father had really done anything together. He still remembered how happy he was at the prospect of spending time with this father. His father had told him, “Son, when you play pool, relax, take a deep breath, feel the felt, and take it slow.” The memories that the felt had brought back were interrupted by the chiming of a clock. He quickly glanced around to look at the clock that was on the wall behind him. It read 10:45 _____________________________________________________________________________________ A/N Sorry if the chapters aren’t as long as you guys would like, I type whenever I get the chance, and sometimes a chapter needs to be ended so it maintains quality. This chapter will be released in sections, (ex. Part 1, Part 2, etc). I’m thinking of having it be 2-3 parts, but to make you, my reader, happy I will release as much as possible. Also please leave a comment and vote on the story. We would enjoy that. Thanks to everyone who has helped, will help, and is helping, Silver Tongue 123. P.S. The fun has been doubled!