"Hello Poppy Roll," cheerfully said Moonbeam, "I wanted to..."
"Oh, hi Moonbeam, yes, yes, Cinnamon Cream told me everything and I've already prepared them all," a mare quickly replied. She had champagne colored fur and her mane intertwined in a grand braid, reminiscent of a long pine cone. She didn't even turn around.
"Are there..." Moon started.
"Yes, all sixty of them," Poppy cut her off again, looking with her orange eyes at the pile of poppy rolls and apparently recounting them all in a split of a second. "Now excuse me, I have a lot to do before," she paused for a moment to look around, "the party!" she finally whispered theatrically.
"Okay then, see you there Poppy!" said Moon and picked up a rather large box with the magic of her horn. The glow illuminated her frilly mane. She didn't like using magic at all—?for her, the only proper way to do something serious was to use intricate machines. Being famous of her clockwork devices that performed various tasks throughout Maretown and beyond, like propelling the ferry to Coltisle, no wonder she had a cutie mark of a gear.
"Come on Chewer," she called her pet gecko as she trotted towards Cinny's place. Chewie let out a joyful growl and tramped behind her.
"Really, I can't understand how no one can remember anything what happened recently," she said to Chewer. "I mean, it couldn't be a dream, could it? I still have these crystals somewhere," she continued, gazing at the skyline with her charcoal black eyes. Chewie didn't really understand anything and instead of listening he just slalomed between her sandy brown legs.
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Scarlet Mane was new to town, but she was determined to make a good impression. Especially because there was no mark on her rose white haunch.
Long ago she had heard a story about three brave fillies who didn't just sit there and wait, but actually tried everything. They were her idols. Even though they weren't really famous, she still thought they should be. Scarlet didn't want to be famous, oh no, but she left her home village, Taterfield, to try at least something different than just plowing. And so she traveled for years, did everything from cooking to music to construction to even her beloved science, but the mark never appeared. She wasn't a filly anymore, yet she still didn't find her inner talent.
The only thing she didn't do was magic. Not that she didn't try, but despite being a unicorn she just never succeeded.
There was also another goal of the trip, however she couldn't remember it now.
Silly, she pondered, I knew I wasn't going in a random direction.
Eclipse, her almost completely black wolf, whined loudly and she noticed that she was standing still, lost in her thoughts, for at least a while.
She shook her head, rolled her torch red eyes and said, "Oh well, I guess it wasn't as important as I think it was. I'm probably paranoid as usual," then continued on her way towards Jelly Joy's house.