I shivered as I walked through the bustling market place. I had already been in Ponyville for some months at this time now, yet I hadn't taken the time to bask in the town’s excellence as far as little villages go. I was charmed by its nature and thought about the differences from Fillydelphia, my old home. First, they didn’t have a “Running of the Leaves” competition every fall, which I had decided not to compete in this year, being new and all. But it was entertaining to see Apple Tarts and Thunder Bolt race to the finish line, the leaves falling behind them and the other competitors. They were in the forest for most of it, so I only heard Laughy Daffy’s reports from the commentator’s box and I chatted with Prized Gem. It was a good day.
Secondly, Fillydelphia didn't have such a nice little market place.
I trotted through the market, wishing I had at least a dozen other eyes to see everything in the marketplace. Ponies were everywhere: talking, walking, purchasing, some were even singing carols. I stopped to get some roasted chestnuts from a pony with a small cart. This was great, I thought-
Then, for second time since arriving in Ponyville, I found myself looking at the ground. This time was worse since it was much colder than it was several months ago. At first, I thought Laughy had attacked me again. But then I heard a soft voice say, “Oh, I’m sorry.”
I got up and found myself looking at a small gray Pegasus filly with white hair, wearing a saddle bag that looked as big as her and about to cry.
“I’m sorry to make you fall,” she said with a quivering lip. “I’m very very sorry!”
“No it’s okay, it’s fine,” I smiled, hoping to save the situation. I didn't work with well with crying foals. In fact, I didn’t work well with foals at all. “I wasn't looking where I was going and I should have paid more attention. It’s okay and I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
“Quibie?” I heard a stallion say. I turned around to see one walking over towards me and the filly who was nearly crying. He looked a little older than me with a dark blue coat and wings and dark blue hair. He even had his cutie mark, something I marveled at: It was a dark cloud with stars shooting past it. “There you are!” He came up to the little filly and nuzzled her, making her smile.
“Are you her brother?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “I lost track of her while I was getting something for our parents. Thanks for finding her.”
“Oh, it was nothing,” I said. I hadn't noticed them around Ponyville before so I decided to introduce myself. “My name’s Stars Shine. I moved here a couple of months ago.”
“My name is Dusk Wings,” he said, and then he motioned to his sister. “And this is Quiet Wings.”
“I don’t think I've ever seen you around Ponyville before,” I said.
“We live here in Ponyville but on the outskirts of town. Quiet isn't old enough to go to school yet so she stays with our parents. I’m old enough to work so I work on the weather patrol and around Cloudsdale.”
“That’s cool,” I said.
“Thanks and thanks again for finding her,” Dusk Wings said. “Maybe I’ll see you again around the holidays.”
“Oh yeah,” I remembered the holidays were coming up soon. “See you around.”
I didn't move as the brother and sister Pegasus walked away. Finally, once they were out of view, I checked my list. I still had more shopping to do.