Once Crescent walked out of her tidy brick home, the messenger was waiting outside. She asked very politely if Crescent wanted directions. "A sleepy head makes silly mistakes, and I would be saddened to see you to do that."
But Crescent knew the way well. "An old mare like me should know this city like a map I've written myself," Crescent replied, tidying up herself up before she trotted out onto the road. Crescent wasn't truly old in the sense of the word, but the messenger was at least half her age, and she looked like a young mare taking her first job.
She smiled at the young mare. "Besides, if I lose myself wandering, perhaps you could learn a lesson from a fool like me."
Crescent walked on from the mare, and soon enough found the city streets. It was harder on her eyes, but beautiful to look at. Canterlot sparkled in the morning, all pink, yellow, purple and white.
Lots of ponies came as she went, some she knew and most she didn't. It was an odd thing, that. She had lived in the sparkling city of Canterlot for most of her life, and there was always something new. A city is a small world, she thought, but a world nonetheless.
As she walked down the streets, the thought of the bright and shiny superb day began to dampen her thoughts. Is this really the day I have to do a big job for the Princess? It looks like the brightest day in weeks, and I'm spending it working.
Crescent shook the thought off. Working for one of the best mares in all of Equestria, and I'd be a fool to forget it.