If “you should never judge a book by its cover” was the rule, Fluttershy would be the exception. She was a Pegasus (Hence the “flutter”) and she was extremely anti-social. (Hence the “shy”) At least, she was antisocial towards ponies. Animals were her forte, she loved them with all the love she had and they loved her back. She was yellow, with a pink mane and tail. Above her right back leg was an image of 3 small butterflies, a cutie mark symbolising her total kindness towards all thing with fur.
As Synther walked by her she was trotting slowly, looking towards the trees, in the outskirts of the forest. “Angel? Where are you?” she asked the trees. Her voice was more of a whisper, sounding warm but weak. Synther recognised her immediately; one of his brothers followed the fashion world intensely as a hobby. He was then interrupted from his staring as something was hastily tapping his leg. He looked down at the annoying pest and saw a rabbit, who put his paw over his mouth in a “be quiet” like gesture. Synther looked back up at Fluttershy, who met his gaze hesitantly, moving her hind left leg back. Synther’s brother had told him all about Fluttershy’s shy disposition, so he stayed silent, keeping a confused and slightly scared look on his face. Fluttershy looked at Synther, who was obviously in a state of worry. Had she done something to upset him? She needed to say something kind and friendly to restore his confidence.
“Um... Hello?” she asked. “I... I’m Fluttershy. Wh-who are you?” She moved her hind left leg then her front right forward as she spoke. Synther took a cautious trot forward.
“I’m Synther... Synther Strongbark.” A silence hung. The rabbit poked his head round the tree to spy on the interaction between the two ponies. Fluttershy realized it was her turn to talk, but didn’t have a clue what to say. He looked lost. Maybe she could help.
“Are you lost?” she spoke, slowly and cautiously
“No, I’m coming along the forest trail here,” he gestured to the trail, speaking only slightly faster than Fluttershy, inspiring confidence in her. Fluttershy herself stuttered for a moment, before inquiring;
“You’re travelling through Ponyville?” speaking now without spaces between her words.
“Actually, I’m coming to live here. I could’ve flown here, but I came on the trail because I love to stroll in the forest and surround myself with all the creatures and life in it.” Synther released the smile.
“Oh that’s just wonderful! Me and angel like animals too, don’t we Angel?” the last part being directed at the eavesdropping rabbit who realised he’d be found. He hopped towards his owner, who was now smiling back at Synther.
“We were playing some hide and seek around the trees when you appeared from the forest.”
“Haha, sorry to interrupt. Pleased to meet you Fluttershy.” He foolishly stuck his hoof out, instantly realising his mistake. Fluttershy looked at the hoof, uncertain for a moment, but then reached out her front two hooves and shook.
“I’m... pleased to meet you too Synther” Synther silently sighed, pleased that his mistake was not as critical as he first thought.
It had been an hour of walking on bad legs, but it wasn’t too hard for a boy that had working his whole life. Mika still trailed the salt cart, anxious that Ponyville was right upon him. Unlike Saddale, the town bristled with colour and activity, Ponies were shopping, selling, chatting, playing, laughing, singing, and moving all over the place. Mika found it harder to keep a safe distance from the cart as ponies were getting in the way. Then he tripped. He slowly struggled to his hooves. When he looked up, the salt cart had gone. He looked around. Ponies trotted by, some talking, some laughing. He started to trot forwards, wondering what to do now.
At the same time, A young purple unicorn with a starry cutie mark came down the path. This was Twilight sparkle. There's no two ways about it. Twilight Sparkle was a bookworm. Everyday she spent before she came to Ponyville was spent reading books about all sorts of things, like magic, history, geography, maths, science, (A personal favourite of twilight's, besides magic) wildlife, dragons, (though there were very few books on dragons at the time: they were a mysterious and dangerous bunch of creatures) and all other sorts of things that filled her head with invaluable knowledge. When she went to school, all the others in the class envied her for her knowledge. It became very clear very quickly that she was bound for more than just a normal Canterlot pony's life, and was an applicant for Celestia's personal tutorship in next to no time at all. After getting in at such a young age, her knowledge continued to grow, as did she. Under Celestia's guidance, she became the single most intelligent pony of anyone her age.
And yet, her true potential did not shine until she was sent to Ponyville. There was where she met 5 ponies, who all became her greatest friends. (It may anger you that O don't go over these ponies, but seeing as only one of them is of any importance, I find it would be a waste of time to tell you about them.) Through her interactions with her friends Twilight developed even more as a pony, becoming far less shy and trusting of others. Her liking of all things logical and orderly and constant worrying could sometimes cause her and her friends some distress, but Twilight's pure heart would overcome any difficulty she or her friends went through.
She was trotting along with her baby dragon Spike on her back. Spike was small and had purple scales with green spikes on his back and green lizard-like yet kind eyes. They were arguing about Spike’s gem soufflé that had gone horribly wrong.
“Imagine how tasty it would’ve been twilight!” She rolled her eyes. ”All of those delicious rubies and sapphires cooking in to one beautiful, not to mention tasty, piece of kitchen-produced art!” Spike looked into the distance, hungrily dreaming. She closed her eyes while sighing and opened them to face the ground.
“Spike, what am I going to do with y-“ Twilight reeled back, her head having just bumped into Mika’s. She looked up and saw him for the first time: his legs looked strong but weary, and his face showed signs of his lack of sleep. She was taken aback when he first opened his eyes, those steel barriers of defense that eternally guarded emotion. She’d never seen anything so grim in a pony so young. Mika spoke first.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.” His voice was not that of a warrior, nor that of a slave, it was just a normal child’s voice. Yet he used it with such formality, such darkness that it was more believable that he was a mature stallion with a voice impediment than a young boy. He proceeded to study the stunned twilight and spike as she spoke back;
“Oh... errr don’t be. It was my fault really.” A pause as twilight searched her mind for something to say. “Where are you parents?”
“Dead” Mika said sharply.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to...” Mika had stayed staring until now, as he looked away. Look at this pony, he thought, trying to be kind. Everypony has his or her secrets. This one’s no different. What the hell am I doing wasting my time on her. Twilight stopped as she looked at the young boy, hoping to find some way to make him smile. Then she had an idea.
“Do you want to come over to the library?” She beamed her best smile at him. “I’ll make you tea and talk or we can both sit down and just read a book or-“
“No,” he cut in, “I’m fine as I am” Twilight was shocked. This boy was so alien to her. He was emotionless and confusing. Mika had had enough of this pointless conversation. “I will be on my way now.” And with that, he trotted away from her. As Spike and Twilight stared at the strange boy they had happened to meet trot down the road, they were both coincidentally thinking about how silly the gem soufflé now sounded.