Finally, the sun is coming up. Celestia has done her first duty of the day. Now I could see the hooves before me.
On the farm, at least on this farm, ponies did go up early. Apple Jack and Big Macintosh dutifully went to work. There wasn't a day they slept in, not if there is a task to be dealt with, or work to be finished. That's why they were so successful, and held in such high regards. At least, it was my impression.
Ofhorse, they dealt with the danger of the Everfree forest, since they were the first to be hit, almost every time a beat of the small but prosperous village. I had seen the village, and it isn't big, but what I had seen, told of unexpected wealth. A wealth well beyond expectation of a village like Ponyville was expected to be.
There is ofhorse the small details, a poni like Rainbow Dash managing the weather. The Mare named Rarity, her generosity, and how well she managed to stay on top of her boutique. I could imagine that Flutter Shy hadn't stayed on her hunches either, how much it was changing the fortunes, is out of my experience. Naturally, the Princess hadn't spared her part, granting the lands to the original settlers, but since it is where it is, next to the feared forest of Everfree, I guess she still got the sweater end of the deal.
The Apples had still paid a steep price, since both he parents of Big Mac, Apple Jack and Apple Bloom had been lost, snatched away before either of them should have been up to care for the farm on their own?
From what I had seen, the farm still did run like a well oiled business. The apple orchard, base of the cider they sold. They apparently worked very well together, for all I could see. My guess is that old Granny Smith still could hold up a fort, knowing and experienced, even if she was old.
Looking out, the sun was climbing sombrely. Then I hear, what I knew was my friends waking up. Friends I never knew I had, until I had set hoof on the grounds of Ponyville. The friends I could rely upon.
I chose to imagine Apple Bloom as honest as her older siblings, and Sweetie Bell as generous as her sister Rarity, at least, until they proved me wrong. I had made the choice, because I thought it is the right end of a relationship. I wanted them as my friends, and trusting them, is the only place to start. At least, it is where I came from.
Hailing from parents still living in Coudsdale, but I had nothing tying me to the place, since I had never been old enough to build memories at the time. Besides, I had never been there long enough to have the time to remember, either.
I had lived most of my time, with the distant relative, but I had not wanted to linger on it, maybe it was a sense of Exile? My parents had been forced to send me away.
Living far out on the rim, way out in the north and west, it wasn't my idea of where I liked to live, and thus I had left. I thought I had found my home, in Ponyville. I have friends, no bad memories pushing me out.
“Silly. Are you already up and awake?” Sweetie Belle called out as she saw my shadow looming from the window I was facing.
“Yes, it's me!” I responded.