Ah, Canterlot. A great city, if there ever was one. Rain Maker had flown in a few days ago, and while she'd visited Canterlot before, the blue pegasus always liked coming back. There was always something else to see and do there, and you would never be bored, really. That day, she was just on a walk around the city, looking for a place to have lunch if she could find a nice looking place. She trotted along, taking in the alabaster buildings that rose up everywhere. Canterlot was an absolutely gorgeous city to be sure, and she'd yet to find one so nice. Even her home of Cloudsdale wasn't as interesting as Canterlot, and Cloudsdale was made of, well, clouds! But that was average for a pegasus, while incredible, high-reaching buildings were something new, particularly if they were carved into the side of a mountain. She stopped every now and again and fished out her notebook from inside of her saddlebags, holding the pencil between her teeth and making quick notes about particularly interesting sections of town before moving on to the next. She'd just turned a street when she saw a stallion fall from the clouds! He tumbled right past her face before sprawling onto the ground. She blinked in surprise, and looked around. Ah, so he hadn't fallen from the skies, but instead, down the stairs. When Rain Maker finally clued into that, she turned to look at the red stallion who'd gotten up and started dusting himself off, and began to clap her hooves together. "Bravo! Well done! Give you two bits to do it again," she teased with a grin.