The Inter-railers Guide to Equestria:

by Ponyess


A Room With View: 3

I got a room on the second floor together with Cloud. Dawn and Ginger got their room on the first floor. That's just right by me, they're not Pegasi, I guess they prefer the room on ground level.

The room has two Pegasi beds and a fairly large balcony. The balcony may be minimal, but there is also room to place our few belongings in. I guess this is our first sample of what it is like to be ponies, and in Ponyville.

Both beds were already neatly made, just as had been expected. Linen in a light sky blue. By the side of the bed, I found a night stand made out of local wood for all I could see. On it, I found a flyer, with a map of Ponyville on the one side, and a list of establishments I may enjoy seeing on the other.

It may be a small room, but we have ample room for the two beds, currently pushed together, the respective night stand on the opposite side of the bed.

Behind the beds, I could easily see the two sliding doors, looking easy enough to slide even for me as a Pegsus. Considering the weather, it could be very enjoyable to sit out on the balcony. Then I even found a few chairs made for ponies, just like us and there is a table on which a pony could place cups and have tea. Potted plants hanging from the walls inside of the balcony, and from all the way along the fence. I have to say, it is looking delightful too.

Apparently, they had already planted numerous Equestrian verities of what looks like the flowers from back home. I just don't know what they are called. Pansy, Pelargonium, Petunia, and Viola I recognised. Or at least I thought I recognised them, I can't say if these are what they actually are, this far from home.

Then I noticed we have a Mares room, complete with shower and all.

Naturally their room had to be the same. Only they're on ground level, the balcony wouldn't be a real balcony, since it is on the ground. They still would have the same potted plants, it wouldn't be right, if they didn't.

Strangely, it never occurred to me that if this had been back home, there would have been burglaries on the ground floor, but that would be on the second and third floor too.

It is strange, just how different things are here, compared with where we had been, just the other day. I'm not about to complain. Though what is odd, is how much we could just forget, or disregard how this interfere with how we react to everything around us.

Maybe I just like this easy-going mood of Ponyville. I can't complain. Just knowing nothing will be taken, just because I forgot to close the door, it is very appealing to me.

The freedom of knowing, it all made sense. Yet it wouldn't work, where we came from, which would merely confuse me thinking of it, here or at home, so I simply left it as it were, just enjoying it as it is.