Who Would Have Guessed 1
It is high time I move out on my own, so I chose Ponyville, in part because Twilight lives there. Who wouldn’t love to see the latest Alicorn Princess Equestria had turned up. I guess I am one of them. There is the small detail of the most famous Pegasus living there too, aside from the rumour of the best Cider in all of Equestria.
I had been promised by my parents I was at have a small home, where I had chosen to live. The house had just been finished and my few belongings had arrived at my new home in the outskirts of the village. Now I have to get everything in place, all by myself. At least it is my house, not a mere flat, like what I would have had, if I wanted to live in Mainhattan, Canterlot or Vanhoofer.
The first face I actually saw is the one belonging to the Pink mare, the party Pony known as Pinkie Pie, how unexpected was that? At least I had been prepared, or so I thought, since I knew the Ponies I was hoping to see by name. Nothing could have prepared me for the experience of seeing her up close and personal. Though I made my best to improvise from what little I knew.
“Hi, Pinkie Pie. I’m E-Clipse!” I put forth in an attempt of introduction.
“Hi, Eclipse. You’re new in town, right. Because if you are, I am bound to throw you a welcoming party!” she responded.
She had seen my mark, by the looks of it, a clear shield with a black moon eclipsing a yellow sun, though there also are the four stars liberating the moon surrounding the eclipse on the shield. Naturally, I couldn’t help but noticing the three balloons on her flank aside from the curly mane and tale.
I guess I am pretty easy to pick out, there was no other light cerise foals in my class, just as none of them had a sparkling cyan mane and tale. Though there are numerous Unicorns to the left and right.
Being from the city, I had been brought up, wearing clothes, unlike the Ponies of the little village Ponyville. I had expected something different, than what was greeting me, not so much the pink mare, but the village in general. Not only are the prices way over what I had expected, just as it was nowhere near as rural as I had expected. What I had found is more of the boom town, bustling with life and sophistication. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad choice as I had been told. Though there is the one thing I wasn’t too happy about, once I learned of it, the Everfree forest. One of the most dangerous places in all of Equestria.
“A party? You are throwing me a party, just like that? I guess I have to live to see it. Since I am new here, I guess a moving in party isn’t out of place, so I wouldn’t mind. What would this cost me, though?” I enquired, suspicious of gifts offered by strangers.
“The only cost on your part, other than your attendance ofhorse, is to smile and be happy!” she pointed out in a grave voice and a face to go with it.
“Is that all? I guess I could afford it. I just have a bad experience with parties, from where I came from!” I responded with a weak smile.
“As they say, there is no party, like a Pinkie Pie Party. You haven’t lived, or laughed, before you have been to one!” she continued, now as serous as I dare face, she could as well have been a guard, facing me down on a charge of felony.
“Are you always this serious about parties?” I braved to reply.
“When it comes to prepare the party, always. Though you should have seen me last Nightmare Night!” she put forth.
“Nightmare Night? The one night you are permitted to dress up and beg for candy?” I enquired.
“That’s the one, silly. I was a Chicken. I had to run away from the Princess each and every time I saw her. I had a group of foals following me. I had tons of fun. Though I did know the Princess is all nice. I knew, because I had been there to ensure it in person!” she put forth in a torrent of words.
“I guess there is a reason for you, being the party Pony. You know, we did read about you in class. We had to spend the entire day reading and talking about you and all the incredible feats of yours. Although your friends had their own days on the schedule!” I pondered.
“Woah, they already have me on the curriculum where you grew up?” she shot back.
“That they did!” I confirmed.
“Who would have thought, a Rock Farmer like me?” she pointed out.
“Funny, they never mentioned that, as far as I can recall. Though I guess it is the kind of detail I may have managed to forget?” I responded.
“It is the kind of details I would have loved to be able to forget. Just doesn’t happen, you know!” she put forth in a play tantrum.
“The day only have so many hours to teach little fillies and colts what is important. Besides, foals can’t stay focused on these things for too long, you know!” I pointed out as a pat on her shoulder.
“I still do recall each and every class I had as a little fillie. Maybe they stood out in my memory as comparison to how life was on the farm, but that isn’t the reason!” she continued.
“I was imagining you going out in a blaze of glory. Either an adventure, or an epic party. I guess I will finally see th party at least!” I pondered.
“Oh, there sure will be a party. One you will remember for years to come. You’ll see. Maybe you will even tell the fillies about it, if you are lucky?” she burst out.
“There’s a promising future, right there!” I confirmed, not knowing what I was saying, obviously.