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The great Flower Fields directly outside Garden Gait’s east wall is said to be one of Equestria’s best-kept natural secrets. Flowering plants of all colors and sizes covered most of the land between the village wall and the point the East Road began its ascent up the valley cliffs. Outside of the most prestigious botanical gardens, a traveler could not hope to find a more diverse smattering of blossoms. The impact of laying one’s eyes upon the Flower Fields was magnified ten-fold if by dumb chance, that being went through most of their life without seeing many flowers. Lími was one such freak occurrence; an adolescent caribou of Whitescar who until now, had only been accustomed to snow-covered forests and frigid tundras. Yet on an epic sightseeing voyage of Equestria, travelling in the company of Jarl Sigrun of Clan Askr, the youthful Lími encountered this natural treasure on the journey from Whitetail Woods to Canterlot, and his mind was, for lack of a better word, blown. Never had the young buck thought that so much color existed in the world. Lími’s guardian lacked his sense of wonder however, for Sigrun suffered from an extreme flower allergy. It took herculean effort for her to get past the Fields and make it into the village. While the Jarl recuperated from her ordeal, Lími and his canine companion Hammer were left to explore the area on their own. Back in cold unforgiving Whitescar, the youth would have never dared venture far from Sigrun or her clan’s settlement, where potential threats lurked within each shadow and behind every tree trunk. Garden Gait was something completely different altogether; serenity reigned here. Disregarding the protests in Lími’s mind to remain true to his viking warrior heritage, the lad’s heart felt more content than at any point in his life. The caribou even forgot how final preparations for the dreadful Will Test awaited him upon return to his homeland. While not yet fully grown according to the physical standards of his own species, Lími recognized how in Equestria, he more-or-less passed for an adult deer on account of standing as tall as the average pony (even though his developing antlers were not yet at full-height). A tattoo he bore on his right hindleg; the white outline of a viking helmet embedded into the trunk of a black tree with lengthy roots. Oddly enough, it had been a stallion in Manehattan who marked Lími, pleasantly surprised that a pony could perfectly emulate the tribal art styles of his people. Despite Lími’s tattoo though, most ponies (or the lad himself for that matter) wouldn’t ever picture the mild-mannered adolescent as someone capable of maturing into a mighty fighter. Laying down on a large, smooth boulder one hundred yards away from the Road, Lími did something he almost never did in public view; writing on parchment. The beauty of these strange but beautiful blossoms led the adolescent to return to his source of inspiration to write the rough-draft for a tale based on his recent experiences. Beside the rock, Hammer of the Northern Inuit breed lazed about, the dog on alert for something to grab her interest.....
Eeyup.Nothing like a good long walk to another town to organize the thoughts of a complicated red stallion. Or so he would, if it wasn't for sister Applejack walking with him, sharing his thoughts in feeling. The two pony minds resonated together as their common link as siblings aligned their reactions to the nature around them. They did a lot of things in unison without even thinking about it. They predicted the weather the same, they got hungry at the same time, heck they even stepped at the same time. But they were not the same pony. Big Mac's quiet demeanor contrasted with his sister's slang and charming voice. He was resistant to actively seeking advice or companionship, while Applejack was very social, even sporting a coltfriend to lean on and make fun of whenever she felt like. And Big Mac was stubborn, but not nearly as much as his sister, he reckoned. Although if you ask him about it, he wouldn't admit for a moment that he was stubborn himelf! The Apples had a delivery to make to Garden Gait. A secluded part of the woods south of Canterlot. The village always got a regular delivery. I mean, who wouldn't get their fair share of Equestria's finest apples? But this time was special in particular in that the village needed the order rushed for an unknown reason. Maybe they were having a party? Hard to say. Not much was known about the village, and it wasn't really suspected to be the type of place a lot of Pinkie Pie-style parties would originate from. Regardless, Big Mac and Applejack tasked themselves with delivering the order, each with a full cart of apples in their tow. They walked at a leisurely pace, which was good, considering the last time they tried this Applejack made haste on account of her fear of Apple Bloom endangering herself when she was left alone. Big Mac breathed deep. It was always good when the air was crisp and without need for worry.
So someone told me today that they couldn't find this picture in my gallery, leading me to realize that I failed to reupload it after the server reset. Hnnnrgh. In any case, here's a speed paint of Garden Gait's iconic flower meadow along the East Road, or at least my attempt at it. And also featuring Mei sitting upon a boulder, because. Please re-Like if you Like!
[colour=#FF8000]It was a day without worries for Spitfire the Wonderbolt. She decided to fly down from Cloudsdale to Garden Gait on her day off. She planned to give her wings a rest, perhaps go shopping or stop for lunch. Whatever it was, she would be walking, relaxing her wings and giving her hooves an overdue exercise. She lived in the clouds, she trained in the clouds, and all too often her hooves went weeks without touching solid earth. The cool stone streets felt nice against her hooves, creating a light clip-clop as she walked. She glanced at the different shops, looking for something to catch her interest. The walk was nice, no doubt, but she hadn't been out and about for a few weeks now, and there were some payday wages burning a hole in her saddlebags. That was when Spitfire spotted a coffee shop. Yes, that would be just the thing to get her up and going this afternoon. Of course it was afternoon—Spitfire had gone to bed earlier than usual the previous night, but had still taken the opportunity to sleep in. No sense wasting a day off in getting up early. Spitfire opened the door, and a little bell above it chimed to announce the arrival of a customer. The fire maned Pegasus took in the menu before ordering her drink—a chocolate latte. She sat down to enjoy her coffee, breathing in its scent and then letting out a breath, allowing herself to be calmed before she took a sip of the beverage. Today was starting out good.[/colour]