It was a brand new day in equestria. The sun could be seen peeking over the horizon bathing the world with a nice blue glow, in other words it was going to be another good day...
That is if you were NOT a pony named 'Download'. Lucky for the rest of you that pony is me. Unluckily for me that means moving day. And so here I am loading boxes of my stuff onto this old wagon so that I can tow it to the train station. LUNA DAMMIT, WHY WASN'T I BORN A BUCKING UNICORN.
"Hey there 'D.' need any help with them boxes?" A voice behind me asks.
Holy Luna's Moon! I have no idea who the hay this pony is. Let's see earth pony, pale yellow coat, equally pale yellow messy mane, brown pants, cowboy hat and vest thingie, an apple as a cutie mark, and an apploosean accent to boot. Uhh...insert generic response here?
"Sorry there partner, memory here's a mite foggy these days. 'Ave we met b'fore?" Stay natural!, try to copy the accent, and stay calm. I SAID CALM DAMMIT. Damn this accent is hard.
"Ah can't say that we 'ave. Nope, name's Braeburn." He offers me his hand for a shake and I grasp his hand.
"Well, ya already know me I guess. Pleasure ta meet ya Braeburn." DAMN HIS GRASP IS TIGHT, the buck you trying to do break my hand? I swear my face is showing A LOT of pain right now.
"Ah, sorry there 'mate don't know mah own strength sometimes. hehehe. So seein' as there's only like five-six boxes here, lemme jus' grab these two and... Where do ya need these again?" Damn did he just carry my whole refrigerator and my crate of books WITH ONE ARM EACH!?
"Just load 'em on the wagon outside. Ah see workin' at the farm makes you apples stronger than you look." Damn what are his shoulders made of? Oh well I'll just take this one down and HEAVY.
"And ah see that our jack-of -all-trades needs to work out more... And could you quit the accent I know it's fake." Okay so I'm not the strongest earth pony. Hey my accent isn't that bad. I just need practice is all.
"Okay, so the accent was that bad was it?" DAMN YOU HEAVY CRATE. DAMN YOU STAIRS. DAMN YOU ALL TO THE MOON.
"Nah sounded natural ta me." How can he not be tired with those two crates, I will never know. WAIT THE WAGON I CAN SEE IT.
"Hahaha, you look like yur gonna keel over any second now." DON'T CARE, WAGON IN SIGHT. REST WILL BE MINE!!!
"D. look out for the..." *SMASH* "Never mind." Note to self: THE GROUND BUCKING HURTS.
"Am I still alive?" Let me see... I can feel my fingers. Check. Toes. Check. Breathing. Obviously. Weightlessness. Chec...wait WHAT.
I open my eyes to see Silent Dreamer staring at me like I'm some sort of idiot... She's levitating me while I face the mother of all headaches.
"Sadly yes... You're still alive. But, I couldn't say the same about the wagon though." Swirls... Swirly thingies everywhere...
"Izz 'e gonna be alright?" Aww, he cares...
"He's taken worse. Believe me not even Nightmare Moon herself can do anything permanent to this idiot." Yeah sure rub it in. I make one mistake with the support beam and... OUCH.
"A warning next time BEFORE YOU DROP ME would be nice." I'm hitting the ground too many times today.
"Yeah sure sure. So I see that you need some help. I'll go grab the other crates and we'll walk to the station. OK?"
"Wai~ nevermind. Hey Braeburn, did the fall do anything to my face?" Today just isn't my day is it? First the stranger Braeburn, then the Luna damned crates, and now I feel dizzy from a face plant via a...wait a second. What did I trip on anyways?
"Sadly partner, It's still the same 'ol face." Well that's a relief. Don't want to get to... Where was it again?
"Don't just sit there like the idiot you are Download, let's get this stuff to the station. Today." She's levitating 3 crates in a pale grey field behind her, did I mention I wished I was born a unicorn? Yeah levitation like that would be really helpful. But sadly I'm no unicorn so lifting it is then.
***
The walk to the station was in relative silence, if it wasn't for the occasional pony wishing me good luck I would've screamed for anyone to make a noise. I hate silence like that. Empty and dull.
We put the crates down in the carrier of the train, we boarded and I took my seaton the carriage in front of Dreamer. She's grown into quite a catch these days. She has a figure likening her to who's that fancy-shmancy mare from canterlot?...Fleur, Fleur De Lis. A beautiful unicorn with a dazzling jet black mane and tail with a lone silver streak that frames her bright silver eyes. Her coat is a striking shade of grey that she so modestly covers with a cute blue dress. Her cutie mark is 3 z's in white [zzz], yes like the snoring symbol.
We've known each other since we were foals. Sad to say, but sometimes she knows me more than I do myself. She's arrogant only when she sees me, when I'm not in her sight she's a cute little angel, a true lady, so says most of my friends anyways. To me she's like the sister I never had.
"You're staring again."
"Uhh. No I wasn't?"
"Whatever. So Ponyville, why move there?"
"Sounds like a good place to...you know lay back and relax. Plus I hear even the Princesses visit there frequently. So why not?"
"Because, oh I don't know. Maybe the fact that Nightmare Moon first appeared there or maybe because Discord himself thrashed that place not too long ago. Take your pick."
"Paranoia is not a very good habit there Dream. But yeah it might be dangerous... But doesn't that make it all the more exiting?"
"Nothing wrong with being too careful."
"Yeah, sure. You do that, I'll be catching some of your cutie marks in a minute so can you wake me up when we get there?"
"S-s-sure n-no problem." Ah her blush, I love seeing that. It's just too cute.
"Night night..." Sleep here I come.
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Silent Dreamer's POV:
He's sleeping... After staring at me, messing with me and embarrassing me, he's sleeping...
Oh well he's always been like that hasn't he? Doing things like an idiot, smashing into stuff, I mean he could have asked for some help with those crates. But he didn't...
He looks peaceful when he's sleeping...
It's a miracle he's still in one piece. I mean all he does for a living are odd jobs varying from cleaning windows to fixing stuff.
His coat looks awfull though, must've been from the fall earlier. It's deep black color is speckled with dirt and other grime, His short dark green mane has some twigs and more dirt trapped in it... He needs a bath...like...now.
Sadly at his age he still doesn't have his cutie mark... We've played jokes about him being a jack-of-all-trades among other stuff because of it. He doesn't seem to mind.
"ALL ABOARD!!! TRAIN TO PONYVILLE!!!"
I guess, we're leaving for ponyville huh. I wonder what awaits us there?