I was on my way home from Zecora’s hut as I stumbled upon a small group of Ponies. Since they were in a solemn mood, I started out making a few funny faces; which resulted in making them brightening up.
“Hiya, my name is Pinkie Pie; but call me Pinkie!” I greeted them.
“Hi, Pinkie!” they responded; looking intently at me, almost as if they had been expecting me to turn into a monstrous beast; like a Timber Wolf at any moment.
“I am Breezer!” the off white stallion started out.
“Breezer? Hi, hi!” I responded, giggling.
“These are my friends and companions, Constellation, Pie Chaser, Cherry Fillings, Daisies’ Treat and Clover Treaties; I hope they will be your friends as much as mine in the near future!” he pointed out in a more cheerful voice.
“If I can bring a smile to your faces, I know you will be!” I offered.
“A smile is a small price in acquiring friends, isn’t it?” said Constellation, the light grey Unicorn mare with an indigo mane and tail.
“I guess it is, but you can never buy true friends. If you need to pay, they leave once they think your resources are running thin!” I pondered.
“I have heard that a smile is supposed to be good for you. Although I guess I need something to smile at, or some Pony?” Clover, the green mare earth Pony with minty mane and tail responded, chancing a smile towards me.
“In my presence, it is. On the other hoof, I just may treat you to Muffins too. Speaking of which, I will have to throw you a welcome to Ponyville party by tomorrow, at the very latest!” I pointed out, in no uncertain terms; even though there was a giggle sneaking into my voice as I pronounced it.
“Since it is our first time in Ponyville, I guess that could be appropriate?” Constellation suggested.
“You say that, as if it was your personal responsibility? Are you the party committee, or is it because you happened to be the Pony meeting us?” Cherry inquired, her curiosity peaked by the direction the conversation was starting to take.
“I guess you could say that. Most Ponies love my parties. Besides, it feels so rewarding for me, to see Ponies smile; not that a Donkey, Mule or Zebra is any less rewarding. What the hay, I could go as far as to a Dragon, if he is nice!” I pondered.
“A Dragon? Aren’t they supposed to be rare around the neighbourhood?” Pie Chaser inquired, in a more worried tone.
“Yeah, they are. We commonly chase them off if they move in, too close to the village. With the one exception named Spike. He is quite helpful; from time to time, when we need his help!” I put forth.
“You mean to say that you have chasing Dragons off from your homes?” Constellation inquired, with an air of disbelief on her voice.
“We have managed to chase a Dragon off, on the rare occasion, when one came too close to the village, for our comfort. Just having one Dragon sleeping close to your village is bad enough, having one or more living there is simply intolerable. Naturally, my friends help me, when I need them, including chasing off a stray Dragon!” I put forth.
“I have the feeling I want to live near you, not just for the chance of a life free of Dragons, but I have the feeling there is more to you, aspects one can never ignore!” Pie Chaser, the Deep purple earth Pony with a leafy green mane and tail suggested.
“I make sure every Pony smile happily, otherwise, I can be found at the Sugar-Cube Corner, selling pastries too!” I pondered.
“I have this strange feeling from you, Pinkie, a feeling I never get when I am around Ponies in general. This is a feeling I can’t quite put a hoof on or wrap my mind around. Why do I keep seeing a crown on your head, one you usually associate to royalties?” Daisies’ the pale yellow earth Pony with vibrant blue to cyan mane and tail enquired with a reverant look on her face, looking up at me as she pronounced the words carefully.
“Royalty? I may be a Princess of Ponyville, but that can’t be what you see?” I put forth.
“We associate royalty with wisdom and authority. If these comes together, it is very special. if it is a Pony who isn’t dour solemn and bitter, it is very rare, where we come from!” Constelation offered.
“You are the most vibrant Pony seen in ages. I have a strange feeling you are balancing between agelessness of wisdom and the youthful vibrance. There is something rare yet highly desired about you, balancing off on something only too familiar, yet unavoidable to you!” Cherry pondered.
“If you are, what I think you are, I would be asking Zecora to attend my iminent Coronation?” I offered.
“Wait. Are you by any chance referring to the local Zebra, when you said Zecora?” Constellation enquired with a peaked look on her face and an eyebrow raised as she heard me speak the name.
“It is a Zebra’s name from the nation of Zebras, for all I know. yes, we do have a Zebra by the name, living in a hut close by. She is a friend of mine, on the other hoof, there are few who are not friends of mine, Ponies, Donkeys, Mules, Zebras or others. She is known to help us on occasion, when none other is capable of helping!” I put forth.
“That sounds like the Zecora we know of. As a matter of fact, she is the reason why you found us here in the first place!” Breezer clarified eagerly.
“Then you would approve of her as the Seremony master of a Coronation? I hope this could be a joyous event, spreading love and joy from the village of Ponyville and well beyond the realm!” I pronounced in no uncertain tones.
“Her wisdom would seal the deal. There could be none more suited for such an honour. All ceremonies require a leader, or they can not stand!” Constellation put forth.
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