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// The Rarity: 4 
// Story: Honey Pie Poni in Ponyville 
// by Ponyess 
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I had left the festive pink Pony, in order to further my exploratory adventure.  My hooves soon leads me to another building, with what I found a curious deign, even if it may not be as strange as other Ponies may have expected, recalling the buildings I had seen in the past on other adventures.

I found numerous suits in the window, before I noticed a white Unicorn.  She apparently were eyeing one of her later designs, from what I could see.  Maybe I should enter, to see who she may be.

“Hi!” I exclaimed as I entered her boutique, just after the chimes had made a rather merry noise in order to announce my arrival.

“Greetings, welcome to the Carousel Boutique!” she chirped in a warm welcoming.

“I am Honey Pie Poni.  You own this fabulous Boutique, then?” I presented myself.

“Hi, Honey.  I am Rarity.  It is my Boutique, thank you.  Some work to create and sell these suits, I designed them all by myself!” she eagerly presented herself in turn, before answering my question.

“Creating something for yourself is supposed to be hard work, I suppose.  They all look fabulous.  Though they are a bit over my head, if you excuse the unintended pun.  I have no idea as to what they would actually cost!” I responded.

“Yes, it certainly is, but I chose it on my own accord.  This Boutique is a part of me and who I am, I wouldn't have it any other way.  Thank you, Honey.  Oh yeah, you don't call your local currency 'Bits', where you came from, right?  No problem.  For Fashion Emergencies, I never charge, I am after all the element of Generosity.  Aside from that, I doubt they are all that expensive.  Besides, I could make you something casual to wear, if you would like?” Rarity explained.

“No fear of hard work, so long as it is what you love doing and it is your own place, after all.  No, we don't.  We commonly just trade goods.  Since I'm not going any place fancy, I couldn't call it an emergency?  Though I guess I could use a new suit for every-day-use, something casual, as you called it.  What would you recommend for me?” I responded.

“Hard work can be its own reward, something Apple Jack probably would have told you, if you asked her.  I have a passion for fashion, I love my work, so putting in extra hours isn't really an issue, unless it means I have to sacrifice my sister Sweetie Belle.  I guess there are times when that is just as easy.  Right now, the first thing that comes to mind would be a cup of tea.  I hope you wouldn't mind!” she pondered in response.

"Yeah, farm work is hard, but I guess it can be fun if you do it together with friends or family.  That would explain your line of work, aside from the designs on display in the windows.  Family above all, I'm all with you there.  I came here in search of Ponies like myself.  The magical creek sent me to Sweet Apple Acres where Apple Jack live and work.  Considering, my friends all have similar work, I guess. The tea probably would be an idea, right about now!” I responded.

“A magical creek sent you to Sweet Apple Acres?  In search of Ponies like yourself.  I guess Apple Jack is like you in colouration, though I doubt she is anywhere as talkative or adventurous as you.  She is basically one hard-working, honest Pony.  She could be headstrong like few, though.  Maybe you would go with Scootallo for the advbentures?” she pondered.

“Yes, it did.  The funny thing is the exact spot where I entered your village, though.  There is a smiling Pony painted on the wall on the back of her barn, you know.  This is where I came in, or out.  Who ever painted that wall?” I enquired.

“Only Pony to paint anything the like is bound to be Pinkie Pie, I take it the Pony in the image is pink, too?  She is supposedly an Earth Pony, though it isn't easy to say, just by her actions.  I think I recall Apple Jack told me she helped her painting that particular wall.  Not that Parties as an odd thing, maybe that is the odd thing with her.  She knows anything at any time, particularly the things she shouldn't be able to know.  Naturally, the stories about her feats are as many as the books in Twilights library, by what I have heard!” she blurted out.

“If she enjoys a good adventure, I could see her about it.  There is bound to be more than enough to see, just around the village for a while.  Maybe you could look at the back of her barn.  I love the tea and talking to you.  Though I would love to see what suit you would consider creating for me!” I responded.

“Since you are new here, I am certain you will have more than enough to explore for a good long while, then Pinkie Pie will insist on throwing you a party, any day now.  It is simply the way she is. I am neither the Party or Adventure Pony, but I guess you could show me.  What interests me the most, is what fashion they have, where you came from!” Rarity explained.

“I guess my old friends have more clothes than the combined group of Ponyville, from what I have seen, not to say I have all that many friends, but you Ponies rarely use clothes, from what I have seen this far.  Being adventurous, I guess my suit could take this into account? Not to say I had no ponies as friends.  They did not need clothes either, ofhourse!” I pondered.

Now Rarity poured herself a new cup of tea.  Looking thoughtfully at me, probably thinking of what I had just told her.

“We live in Ponyville, a small village.  In both Canterlot and Manehattan, Ponies does wear clothes.  You don't live in a large city, but in a small village, by chance?” she then put forth.

“I rarely even see cities.  I like adventures, adventures are not in cities, for all I care.  I could have another cup of tea.  It is surprisingly good!” I pondered.

“I could easily see as much.  I will fill your cup for you, then I could as well take your measures in order for me to be able to make that suit for you?” Rarity pointed out.

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