Chapter 1 -My eye level or yours?
The later day sun has come over the world with the light sweet smell of the wildflowers that grow around the hill side house I call home. Truthfully I have never been one for a sunset or colorful flowers that have no actually uses, but there is something about living far away from the town that I do enjoy.
My thoughts pause for a moment as I shift my eyes to end of the dirt path that turns into a slightly grassy field running all the way to the edge of the cliff.
This sleepy little town of no more then maybe sixty or seventy ponies at the forgotten base of Equestria's capital may not be the best play for a mortician to try to find work. But at the same time it beats living in Neighagra Falls.
My coat shivers with memories and my hooves immediately feel clammy, almost as if I have running in rubber boots all day to keep the snow off of my fur. "Ugh snow..."
As the words escape my mouth an unpleasant cool reminder that winter just ended rolls through my fur.
A slight groan runs from my mouth as my slightly excited gaze over the hill becomes a little more lapsed, "You would be a great town...If it were not for the dummkopf who are in charge of weather patrol." The normal half ass smile comes to my face as I turn my attention to the few clouds in the sky that still remain, clear skies today my flank...
With a slight sigh I turn my attention away from the cliff and back to the reason why I currently am trotting with a hot kettle so close to my body. As my eyes turn back to the backmost part of the north archers of apple trees my neighbors grow I set my sight to the shady path next to them as I start the long trot.
Really the distinct between this cool dirt path spans is not really too long, but of course being a rather short stallion has never made any trip, even the shortest something of ease. Sure being a unicorn I have the ability to teleport, but I never had the opportunity to go to one of Princess Celestia's fancy schools. Truthfully not really the worst thing that happened to me, especially seeing as how the vast majority of mares I come in contact with are at flank level to me, I can only imagine the amount of missed lectures I would have sat through. Still...Princess Sunny Butt as a teacher.
My eyes halves as that thought continues to bounce around my mind, however my happy little mind teasing is brought to an end as I look over the sight a little down the path from where I am.
In the middle of the dirt road even from my distinct I can already make out his outline. A tall red coated and dark blonde orange haired, muscle fastened to the brim of his frame, the epitome of a stallion's stallion. With the kind of strength and determination that you could probably pull a whole house. And finally, fitted with a brain...Five sizes too small to ever hold a conversation without getting angry; the one flaw in this stallion, I heavily exploit.
As usual my half eyed gaze and magically glowing horn perk out a little more as I near the wood cart the stallion is hitched to.
My approach slowly comes under the tall stallion's radar as he turns his head towards my trot. The southern hospitality I was told exist in Ponyville is quickly washed away from the stallion's face as he just stares me down.
Naturally I shift my hooves to him as I slow my approach, "Hello groß."
The stallion holds his already annoyed gaze, "Mah, name is Big Mac."
"Of course it is Groß Mac."
A little grain runs from the stallion as I quickly continue, "Sooo..." I look over the cart for a moment before I speak up, there are a few baskets with some green, yellow and red apples along with some baskets of eggs, "Going into town are you?"
"Got the last of um Big Mac."
The feminine southern drawl flicks my ear as I rapidly change my stance to make myself look a little taller, all the while trying to make sure I do not turn too eager to the sight of the cowgirl hat wearing orange mare, with locks so gold that even the freshest fields of wheat look as dull as stone...Or in my case, makes my plain light gray fur and dark mane look almost like a dead pony in comparison.
However, before self pity can settle in my eyes dart to the what looks like heavy baskets of cider the mare looks to struggle to balance to her back.
This sight quickly sparks my magic up a little more as I take the woven basket from her back.
The mare immediately takes notice as she gives a slightly relaxed sigh, "Why thank ya Stony, I was worried I might end up droppen them things." A slight laugh comes up from the mare as she taps her hoof to adjust the hat on her head, "...And that would have been bad seen as how Rainbow's been asking for the first bit of cider." She brings her hoof to one side of her mouth as her enthralling accent continues to ring to my ears, "...Just don't be tell'n anypony we started harvesting the trees this early."
I bring a slight smile to my face as I shake my head, "Of course."
Applejack nods as she turns her head back towards the farm, "Alright, better get back to work...Oh, and Granny Smith is by the chicken coops, she's been expecting that tea stuff."
The words snap me back to reality for a moment as I adjust my magic to bring the items a little closer to me so that I will not strain my horn, "Thank you Applejack."
The mare nods as she turns tail and starts to trot back towards the bright red house in the middle of the farm. However, my eyes stay locked to the mare's tone and firm back leg and body that I stands perfectly flank level at. A slight shiver rolls through my body as my eyes continue to drink in the golden tail that drapes down from her-...
"Stony!"
The voice breaks my thoughts as I turn back to the staring red stallion, "I swear you had better not been looking at mah sister."
His stare brings a casually laugh from me as I float the basket over to the cart, "Oh no...Of course not, now you have fun in town and-..."
"Stony, I'll have you know I can stomp a puddle dry." Despite Big Mac's tone I bring up a slight laugh as I reply, "Strange, I would just wait for the sun to evaporate the water."
The words bring another sharp tone as Big Mac straightens his stance a little, "Don't need no sun."
"Well, actually you need it to grow apples." I hold my smile for a moment, but only a moment as I notice the stallion's flared out nostrils, I clear my throat a little as I give him a half eyed smile, "I should get this tea to your grandmother."
"You should." I can feel his eyes continuing to burn on my back as I bring my trot up a little more with one last comment, "Until later Groß Mac."
I can already feel the heat boiling to his head as I turn my trot a little past the white fence border.
End of chapter 1