The train from Ponyville slowly came to a halt as it stopped at the Station. Ponies were coming and going, just not quite as many as it had been at the station in Ponyville. If it was a tribute to the newly awaken village and its bustling life, but it sure is lively.
Most of the Ponies wore frilly skirts, not quite the festive, but also far from the casual. The fact that their tops are matching their skirts had been no surprise. I had grown accustomed to wearing the skirt and the top on and off from time to time. Aside from the dress on formal occasions like the Grand Galloping Gala of Canterlot at the Royal Castle. I had after all been there a few times by now.
The ground on the station is clearly covered in smooth, red stone tile, not the sophistication, but it is durable and safe. Then I had noticed that the station building is made out of the same red stone. Should I be surprised? Or, even shocked?
What struck me as odd and unusual, is the head gear they are all wearing. Even if I guess I had seen them on the Ponies of Saddle Arabia. Just that these are a somewhat different model, tighter, but apparently a more comfortable and intimate fit to them. That is at least the impression I got from the first glance.
On second glance, it is shiny, as if it had been polished. Furthermore, this doesn’t look like the leather they used. Why either of them wear these, I had no idea. None ever told me. Besides, how can I possibly know everything at all times? I just recall everything, and know these things I need to know.
Why one would wear one of these shiny rubber reins? Yet; it is part of the customary fashion of the community, from what I could see. For now, I refrained from commenting on the subject. Maybe later, if it came up in a conversation. But, not before that.
As I thought of it, the reins did look kind of exciting. Maybe it is in how they frame the faces of these Ponies. I may be an excitable Party Pony, but that wouldn’t be in the way of getting just one. I guess I should find a skirt and top as well. I just had to see which colours would be considered appropriate and fitting for me. I don’t want to get the wrong colours and thus stick out even more than before I wore these.
“Pinkie?” the darkly read Pony with light blue mane and tail exclaimed the instant she spotted my brightly pink, curly mane.
I guess my mane does stand out. There is no escaping it. I had grown up to learn that it is a part of who I am. As much effort as I had put into changing the mane from time to time. Not that it really bothered me.
“Hiya!” I responded.
Apparently; the mare who was supposed to pick me up, had arrived.
“There are a few things you should know, Pinkie Pie. I am here to guide you, before we can get into where we are going” she filled in.
“Does the local fashion has anything to do with it? If so, I may need some help, getting an appropriate outfit of suit!” I responded.
“As a matter of fact; that would be good. I know fashion does vary from place to place. The colours are less important, but the completed suit would be nice if you could wear, while you stay in our village!” she responded with a sigh of relief.
“How about you take me to the nearest or most appropriate Tailor or Seamstress? Unless you have anything else you feel is more important right now?” I pointed out.
“That sounds reasonable. I can pick out a restaurant, while you are waiting for the suit or ensemble to be completed!” she responded in agreement.
“Sounds like a plan. Would you help me out with what I need?” I inquired, just as she started to lead me out of the station and towards the appropriate Tailor’s shop.
“Certainly, that is after all one of my primary functions in picking you up at the station. I am entrusted to guide you through the village and help you with anything and everything you need, in order for you to fit in here!” she pointed out, while taking me down another street.
“Can I help you with anything?” the Unicorn Tailor prompted as he noticed us.
“I very much hope so, my guide; Guiding Stride pronounced in a hopeful voice.
“Good. What are you two mares looking for today?” he responded in a more jovial voice.
“Aside from the more obvious, a skirt and a top should be great!” Guiding offered.
“A full suit, complete with skirt, top and bridle, then? I just need your measurements in order to get started!”he stated.
“Anything more that would go well with an ensemble?” I inquired.
“If you want the full set, you could have a set of matching boots, to go with it. Even if you are currently not wearing anything in your hair, a pair of hairbands or a stylish hat could also be included!” Guiding explained.
The Tailor had brought out the measuring tape and set out taking the required measurements, all while I was inquiring further on the style of local fashion of the current time.
“If it helps me blending in with the fellow Pony here, I think I would enjoy the boots and hair bands too!” I put forth.
He soon finished measuring me, before he once more turned towards us. All measurements scribbled down on his note pad.
“In your case, I would suggest a deep red, possibly ruby!” the Tailor offered.
“Thanks. Ruby sounds delightful!” I responded.
We could see him pulling out the red fabric, although it glister in a curious manner.
“I would suggest you have a meal, or do any other errands you may have before you. I hope you know that tailoring takes a bit of time to work out!” he suggested helpfully.
“Thanks, we were just considering going for a restaurant, while waiting!” I concluded.
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