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// Wandering spirit 
// Story: Making tracks 
// by Will Travel 
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   "Welcome to Ponyville," the sign read. The ivory unicorn looked over it a few more times in the glow of the setting sun before nodding to himself, then slowly starting to walk toward the town. The stallion let his mind wander while meandering further into the village. Will Travel, as he answered to, visited many a town before in similar fashion, but each one was never what he wanted - home.  It had started to become a routine for him; visit a town, make some bits, and when he didn't feel that spark he'd move on and continue to venture.

"Maybe it'll be different this time." The hopeful tone in his voice was forced, as if to keep his hopes low.

The further into town the unicorn walked the more ponies started to stare and talk when he passed by. Could it be the fact he was a new pony in town? That he was monochrome, save for his deep purple eyes? Perhaps it was the fact he kept his mane and tail long, unlike most stallions? Maybe it was the odd trinity of horse shoes that adorned his flank as a cutie mark.

The unicorn shrugged it off and continued to pull his cart along the roads. He had more important things on his mind right now, like a place to spend the night, and it wasn't the first time he had gotten such a cold reception either. Scanning his eyes over the town brought a satisfied smile to the stallion's features. It was a quaint town, much smaller then his home town of Manehattan, and he liked it that way. One of the many reasons he'd left manehattan in the first place was the stuffy, snobbish behavior of everypony in the city. The snow white pony was so lost in his thoughts and assessment of Ponyville he didn't notice the tan colored pony walking right into his path. Of course, the pair collided, much to the consternation of anypony near by.

"OH THE HORROR! THE HORROR!" shouted a pale pink bystander whom promptly fainted after witnessing the crash that left Will  and his cart toppled over.

"O... oh no! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" came the rather timid reply from the pony that crashed into the unicorn.
Mostly unfazed, Will got back up and smiled to reassure the poor colt before him. "I'm okay really, you just blind sided me. I'm sorry for not paying attention to where I was going."

Clearly shocked at the apology, the other pony shifted uncomfortably. Will, on the other hoof, righted his cart and started to put things back into it before turning his attention to the poor frazzled earth pony before him. "It's okay really, you don't need to beat yourself up over it mister...?"

"... Caramel," came the hushed response, and much to Caramel’s confusion a black unshorn hoof was held out before him.
"I'm Will Travel, but everyone calls me Will" The pair shook hooves, the smile and happy demeanor of the unicorn throwing Caramel for a loop.

"S... so uh, you're new in Ponyville, Will?" 

Before Will could respond a bell went off in the distance, making both Caramel and Will jump in shock.

"OH NO, MY DELIVERIES ARE GOING TO BE LATE!"

"HORSEAPPLES I HAVEN'T GOTTEN A HOTEL ROOM YET! Oh no, if I don't hurry all the places in town will be booked! Look Caramel, we'll catch up tomorrow, okay? I'll come find you around here at noon?"

Rather then wait for a response, the unicorn bolted down the street toward the inn on the horizon. Thankfully the sign was still out front, and just maybe he'd make it at this rate. Luck however, decided to be cruel to poor Will and just as he got to the front door a teal pony slipped out front and placed a no vacancy sign upon the door. The mixture of frustration and  defeat was evident as will banged his head upon the archway to the inn.  "Shoot, I guess it won't be my first night under the stars," mumbled the dejected pony.

Caramel was simply stunned by this newcomer. Crashing into him, toppling his cart, and even a chance at no room for the night. His unlucky horseshoes were in full force tonight and yet, Will was polite, kind, apologized for the accident, and even wanted to see him again.  Caramel went back to delivering the rest of his packages for the night, a smile on his lips as he imagined what  was in store tomorrow afternoon.
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