As far as ponies go, Enos Grey wasn't a terribly extroverted pony. He was never one to leave the comfort of his home, especially when he was working on his spells, sonic magic being something of lifelong project of his. However, absent-minded and work-focused as he was, he - like all ponies - took pleasure in social activity. Rather than go out and talk to ponies though, Enos was always content to walk down a street and just listen. Not to anypony in particular, but rather to everypony as a whole. It was not much more than a small pleasure, but a small pleasure can be enough to draw a pony out to the streets for a day. On this particular day, Enos was roaming the street, but he was having a bit of trouble taking his mind of his latest spell. Ever so slightly annoyed he wasn't able to focus on the crowds drone, he closed his eyes and tried to pay attention to the sounds. A sound plan, if he had found place to sit, or even a corner to stand off in, but instead he had continued walking. So, of course, he ended up bumping into another pony on the street. Stumbling back a bit, he opened his eyes in surprise as it appeared he had bumped into a stallion wearing... a cloak? Yup. A cloak. A colourfully spotted one at that. Enos tilted his head slightly, as he started wondering why a pony would be wearing that. Canterlot was notorious for its fashion, something that Enos never quite followed. It was entirely possible that this fellow was simple on his way to a fashion show. Yes, that certainly made sense to the unicorn, although he did find the outfit a tad... garish. That couldn't possible be something some of the more stuffy ponies might wear, though he had to admit, he had seen worse. Lost in thought, Enos didn't quite figure out that it was a bit rude to stare directly at a pony for more than a few seconds, especially after bumping into them.