Keystone trotted down the road leaving Manehatten with a rather content look. It was always nice to visit the city. Not much had canged since his last visit, though, and despite it all he remembered why he went traveling in the first place: to see new sights. Not that he didn't enjoy Manehatten, though, the grandeur of the city never ceased to amaze the velvet coloured unicorn. Indeed, there seemed to be a building for every colour of the rainbow, and every hue in between. Why, he even remembered where his favorite hat shop was! Every proper aspiring gentle-stallion should have a decent hat worth his salt, Keystone always said! Well, maybe less 'always said' and more 'just thought about it'. The important thing was he had bought a hat, and that was alright. As the road carried on, the height of the the buildings gradually declined and became increasingly sparser in terms of space taken. A shame that such a city couldn't stretch out forever, with such amazing buildings, but there were pros to the countryside. For example, there was already noticeably less hustle and bustle as he went a long. Other ponies are nice, but crowds can get overstimulating rather quickly. Especially when you want to stop in the middle of a busy sidewalk to look at a particularly well-done layout of a building. Other ponies tend to get cross at that. But, it probably was better to think less about the city and more about the road ahe- *thwack* Keystone stopped, both in means of motion and thought, as a piece of paper hit him square in the face. Keystone paused for a good second as the paper hung there, almost denying the rather considerable breeze altogether just to hang on his face for comedic purposes. It didn't last though, and a moment later it slid off. Turning around, Keystone raised an eyebrow at the paper currently lazily drifting down the road. Eventually, a slight chuckle broke free from the stallion, and a gray nimbus of light surrounded both the paper and his horn (he had already removed his hat and was currently holding it in a raised hoof). [colour=#ff0000]"No no no. No escape for you, after all the trouble you went through just to get my attention, Mr. Paper."[/colour] In a rather brief show of magical competence, the paper hesitated for less than a second against the breeze before retreating backwards as if it shifted gears to reverse. With a brief nod of concentration, the paper had politely tucked itself into the saddlebag currently draped over the stallion's back. He knew Manehatten already had a slight litter problem. Why contribute? He'd just hold on to the thing until he came across the proper waste reciprocal, or whatever ponies called it. The important thing was, he could move forward with a clean conscience. He didn't get that far before he noticed a blue pegasus (at least, he thought he saw a glimpse of a feather under its bag) sitting off a distance from the road. Curious, he trotted towards the figure. Upon further inspection, Keystone decided he wasn't really sitting, but rather existing in a state of either moping, accepting defeat, or some combination of the two. Deciding to try and make sense of this, Keystone thought of a few things to say to make his presence known. He settled on the simplest one. [colour=#ff0000]"Hello!"[/colour]