Snowshoe

Dapper Dan listened to her describe the farm, chuckling. "I can imagine it's quite a bit different than out here." He loved Appleoosa, no two ways about that, but he kinda missed the rolling hills outside Fillydelphia.

He looked over at her and smiled. "Yeah, you shouldn't push yourself too hard. Take a bit of time off, go see some new places. Then again, not like I can...uh, can talk..." he trailed off just as awkwardly as she had, their eyes having met.

Well now, this was a strange and rather new situation for Dan, who looked away with his own sheepish smile. "Sorry, I'm, ah, not that great at...well, at talking to mares. I grew up around Dad's barbershop, and he only served colts and stallions," he explained. And he never really got out a whole lot, usually making friends with the sons of the regulars of his father's shop. If he went out, it was to hang out with them, not really to go hunting for mares to hang out with.

There was a bit of an awkward silence as he adjusted his glasses with his hoof. "Sorry, I know I'm kinda boring. Still trying to find places around here and get settled in, even though I've been here for a few months."

Dapper Dan smiled, happy that he had another satisfied customer. "I'm glad you like it, Miss LaMare," he said sincerely, taking a small little bow and snapping the razor shut with a small flourish. He was about to say something else when he heard the door open, and another pony came in. He smiled warmly at her. "Why hello there! Welcome to my shop," he greeted. Another mare, he noticed. That wasn't bad, he could get more practice in. She seemed to recognize the other ponies there, but he had never met her.

"A pleasure, Miss Apple!" He knew of the Apple family, and just guessed, shot in the dark, that this mare was a member of it, given her name. He smiled a little sheepishly at the praise he got from the Sheriff, though he was pleased that they liked his work.

"Yup. I'm still getting practice when it comes to mares, but I don't think I did half bad." Miss LaMare looked quite nice with her new manecut. "So, what can I do for you?" he asked the newcomer.

Muggo' Ale felt a bit out of place again, though this time it was because, of his two companions, he was the only one without any sort of military background or title. He wasn't well trained in the art of war, just barroom brawls. But that didn't matter all that much to him.

He did feel a bit more at home seeing the Prince's attire though. A tweed jacket. Given Muggo's own hat and vest of identical material, he almost felt the need to compliment Blueblood on his choice.

He let Fire and Blueblood speak, while looking idly about the room, until their boarding was called. "Aye, let's cast off," the green coated earth pony said with a smile, unable to properly contain his excitement. There was no doubt that Muggo' was ready to board the vessel and make for Unyazi. Even just being aboard the Cupid would have been great.

He trotted between Dunder Blust and Fire Walker, though he kept back a bit. They were soldiers after all, and they would be needed closer to Prince Blueblood. He chuckled a bit when he noticed Dunder had his head held high compared to Fire, bringing him up nearly even with the Prince, who won out on net height by having a horn. It was quite the amusing sight...and rather heartwarming, to see his two friends in their gleaming armour, getting looks of admiration from those around them.

"Don't look now b'y, but I think there's a mare there starin' at yer shiny starn," Muggo' informed Dunder with a chuckle, keeping his voice a little low.

Muggo' looked around the cavern they'd emerged into, nodding a bit. This was...unexpected. They also had to get going, quickly, before their pursuers caught up or somehow word was sent to this group ahead of them.

He spotted the minecart just as Dusty did, nodding. "If ya can get me hooked up to it I can get us enough momentum to get goin'." he explained. It would be tough, but not impossible. And it seemed a lot of the track went downhill, so all he'd have to do is run with it for a bit to get it up to speed, and hop in with the rest of his group.

"Question is, how do we get past the dogs? Quiet as can be?" he asked, looking back at his companions. They had to think quickly, before those shouts started to echo into the chamber and alert anyone.

The layout of the farms caught Muggo' Ale's attention immediately. Like a beacon of order in sea of chaos for the other farms around it. It was kind of funny to look at...the other farms looked like the farmers had just decided one day they wanted to grow things without really doing any research into the best way for doing that. Well, whatever floated their proverbial boat, or as his father would say, 'They's the b'ys that build the boat, we's the b'ys that sails 'er,' basically that they took care of their side, the farmers took care of their own, and neither bugged the other.

Caramel's farm was a bit different. It felt quite inviting, with its clean outlines for the orchards and the trees that swayed gently in the breeze. Gone was the occasional noises of continuing city life...it was dead quiet out here, except for the soft rustling of the trees.

She answered his question, and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. At least all he had to deal with was his own writing. "I'll see what I can scrounge up for ya," he assured her, smiling warmly when she nuzzled him.

"Aye. Most fun I've had in a long time," he said with a smile. Muggo' wrapped his forehooves around her and gave her a hug, pulling away a bit. "Ya get some rest, an' try not to work yerself too hard, yeah?" He understood what it was like to be busy, but he understood the need to relax sometimes, too. "I'll keep in touch. Send a few letters or somethin'. Until then though..." he gave her a soft kiss, right on the lips. He didn't hold it for too long, still not perfect with this whole 'dating etiquette' thing. Oh well. He smiled as he pulled away. "Ya have a good night, Caramel. Sweet dreams an' all that."

This picture, full stop. I love the lighting in it that makes me quite literally FEEL warm, the colour choice, the art style, the expressions, the pure gut-wrenching feeling of sadness seeing Mac and Fluttershy's expression...all of it. To top if off, I vaguely recall hearing that it was drawn by somepony who frequents this board, but I can't remember.

I also love the "Ponies IRL" pictures. These are my favourites:

I like the idea of the touch of poison joke. Maybe just temporary, very short term effects, and highly differing ones? For instance, one character drinks from a bottle and grows a temporary, useless horn, while another drinks from the same one and loses all coordination, something along the lines of

A bit of a commotion in town caught Kaskazini Nyota's attention, something down near the park. Curious as ever the zebra decided to take a closer look...after all, he had some shore leave from the Freedom Wings, and wanted to experience as much as he could while he was here in Ponyville, for his first ever visit to the town. If there was something exciting going on in the park, he wanted to see what it was.

Who knows, maybe he could ply his own trade?

That idea quickly faded when he saw just what it was he was looking at. Kaskazini spotted two unicorns, brothers by the looks of them (darn near identical twins, if it wasn't for the one's rather impressive moustache), attempting to sell off...some sort of energy drink? By the time he'd arrived things weren't looking up for the duo. A line had formed, yes, but one of the mares who'd tried their product did not seem very impressed with it, and gave the group a glare before running off in a huff. All of this highly amused Kas, who was not used to being here. Typically, he was on the other side of the booth, selling his faux-mystical zebra "charms" and "talismans" (which he carried in a dark cloth bag around his neck, resting against his side. You never know when opportunity would knock!) to ponies in the cities around Equestria. "Oh, dis looks like it's go'an ta be good," the zebra commented to nopony in particular with a wide grin. He might try the energy drink, at some point. For now, he was content to watch how these two stallions tried to pitch it. He had to admit they were very energetic, which seemed to help with winning the attention of those in the crowd, but obviously at least one mare wasn't impressed with the product.

He wondered if it even worked.

"How much ya sellin' dis for? Jus' trotted on by, see?" He hadn't caught the price properly during the moustached one's song. If the price was right, he'd give it a go. If not, he'd have a good time yanking their chain about it, trying to haggle it down. A sort of travelling salesman tete-a-tete, as it were. Heck, if it had half the potency they claimed, it should be flying off their shelf. Was it a poor product, or just too early to tell?

Timbre Swing's out. He's got a few minor injuries, and is currently passed out on the ground in front of the airship. Being that he was one of the unicorns straining to keep it up, I figure it'll start shifting soon and basically be everypony's cue to start making for the exit doors (located at the front and back of the aircraft. See the brochure in your seat pockets for details).

Africa is such a huge and diverse place, that there must be scores of amazing places to visit. If you don't want to go there, perhaps that would change if you learned more about those countries?

I'll definitely admit that half the reason I don't want to go is lack of things that I know about there. If I look at a country like Italy, I can name off five places I would want to go see in a heartbeat. For the continent of Africa though? Not so much. I'd like to visit Egypt for sure...I guess touring around the north coast would be interesting too, now that I think about it.

Where am I from? Glorious Canada.

Where have I visited? The US, Mexico, and Italy

Where do I want to visit? It's easier to name off the places I don't want to go, and that's most of Africa (except some places. My uncle went to Kilimanjaro, and I would love to visit that) and bits of Southeast Asia (I don't like the heat and humidity a whole lot for one thing, and there's not a whole lot I want to see out there). Other than that, I'll go anywhere.

Muggo' Ale always found the edges of town the most interesting, with their blending of the country and the city lifestyles. The buildings slowly started to get further and further apart, and shorter, too. No more of the multi-storey buildings of the business district, replaced instead by one or two storey homes and smaller businesses, and here and there a tiny farm sprouted up, mostly personal things or for small scale specialty stores. Here, on the transitional area of Fillydelphia, the soft breeze off the plains and hills outside in the country rolled in, mixing the clean, crisp smell of the countryside with the warm, smoky air of the city, making it a truly unique place. Muggo' didn't get to spend too much time out this way, and he promised himself he would after this.

"Aye, that sounds like a perfect time," he agreed with a warm smile. It was tough to get free time...he was working early in the morning to late at night, all the time, be it cleaning or preparing for the day, or running the lunch, dinner, and evening rushes. On occasion he could pass the buck onto his seniormost employee, or his father, but he usually reserved that for long term things, like his occasional adventures that his friends dragged him out on. For the most part though he was stuck, but as he'd often say, he'd never choose to have it any other way.

"Ya got problems with the farm's finances?" he asked after a moment, that part having just consciously set in. "I mean, I know this date's settin' ya back a step or two on the paperwork, ya said as much earlier, but ya havin' problems?" he explained. He wanted to help, but then again, he had his own finances to take care of. Muggo' did give her a wry grin, however. "If it gets to be a bit much, I can drop a keg o' me best off for ya. Whatever yer poison is, from stout to cider to lager."

Wind Rider looked over at the unicorn as he worked a spell to try him off. Instantly he shivered as warmth passed through his body, from the bottom of his hooves all the way up to the tips of his ears. "You are a life saver, my man," he thanked Pocket Change with a smile. It was better than shivering off to the side under the weight of all that water. Both he and the bartender answered his questions about the bar, and he nodded.

"Ponyland, huh? I'll make it a point to fly up and visit during business hours, it's a nice place," he said with a smile. Wind Rider did have to let out a little laugh at what the bartender said though, about him being a brave weather pony.

"Oh, no, I'm no brave weather pony. If I was, I'd have been better prepared for this." He chuckled and shrugged a shoulder, downing what was left of his water. "I'm just a forest ranger from Hoofington. I was out patrolling, making sure nopony was stuck out in the storm, and got blown off course...long story short, I needed to land, and Canterlot was closer, and safer, than Hoofington at the time. Give the praise to those that truly need it," Wind said with a nod toward the other pegasi in the room, smiling. "But, thank you for your hospitality. You could have closed your doors long ago, thanks for staying open. A bit of shelter's great in this kind of weather." Wind Rider smiled graciously.

He looked over at the unicorn when he made a comment about the others in the room. "Soarin'," the pegasus said with confidence. He chuckled. "What can I say, I'm a pegasus. It's like, bred into us that we have to love 'em. Though I have see a few of their shows." And the rainbow-maned one was one of Celestia's Champions? Well now. Two members of some of Equestria's most famous groups, in the same place, chatting like they were old friends. Heck, they might just be...when you got to be that important, Wind Rider figured to go to meet other very important folk. Both those pegasi could probably list of people they've met that Wind would only dream of seeing up close.

"A wig?" he chuckled, keeping his voice low and grinning. "Naw. Looks too natural, too good. It's either natural, or one of the best dye jobs I've ever seen." He watched the interactions between the other three pegasi with detached amusement. The rainbow-maned one seemed utterly beside herself with excitement, though granted, he probably would be too if he got to meet one of the Wonderbolts.

Muggo' Ale shook his head. "Ya goofballs," he teased, getting his gear set off close to the door for the next day, which came quickly enough.

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Muggo' let out a low whistle when he caught sight of the airship out on the horizon. He had an appreciation for sailing vessels, whether they sailed the air or the sea, from living near the Fillydelphian waterfront his entire life. The sight of the Cupid, moored alongside the terminal, was a sight to behold. It was a sleek vessel, obviously built for speed, but it didn't seem like it would lack for comfort, not one bit. He had to admit he was quite excited to be aboard. "Well, would ya look at her. That's a thing o' beauty, that is. 'Course, the airship's nice too," he joked. He knew his companions would get the subtle joke...whoever they hired to do the art on the envelope had done a stellar job of capturing the Princess' beauty. Of course, he would never have made the crack with Prince Blueblood there, lest he accidentally offend him. He'd done that once already and that was enough times for him. The bartender laughed at what Dunder said. "Wouldn't surprise me, b'y. Lap o' luxury's the name o' the game up here," he pointed out.

The taxi dropped them off in front of the terminal and Muggo' stepped out with the others, grinning happily. "Well it was on this Monday mornin', an' the day be calm an' fine..." he half-sang, half-said quietly to himself. It was a sea shanty his father was fond of, and seemed to fit for the situation, given that the song was about a boat cruise. Except, around a bay, not across the ocean.

"So, where do ya think we'll find our host?" he asked. Muggo' wasn't exactly expecting to see Prince Blueblood sitting on one of the benches in the terminal, flipping through a Daring Do novel or something to pass the time, though the image was certainly amusing to him. If it turned out that the Prince was wearing one of those gaudy, floral-patterned shirts, the poor earth pony would probably pass out from laughing so hard.

Of course, it wasn't to be. Prince Blueblood was making his way over to them to greet them. Muggo' tipped his hat to the unicorn, smiling warmly. "A fine an' good mornin' to ya!" he greeted pleasantly. He had been about to let out an addition, his customary greeting when he was feeling bright and happy, but he figured that'd be pushing the familiarity thing. He was still testing the waters as to how friendly he could act around the unicorn, and calling out 'How's ya gettin' on?' might be a bit much in his mind.

[That's alright ^^ You're doing better than I am xD Hard enough to figure this stuff in English, let alone translate into French. Been years since I last spoke it, let alone wrote in it.]

Timbre laughed, seeing that she'd managed to get a guard, of all ponies, to dance with her. Of course, a guard in armour wasn't the best dancer, but it was funny nonetheless to watch, and the guard would have a great story when he got back to the barracks after his shift.

Because how many of them could honestly say they'd gone to patrol the park, and ended up dancing with Sapphire Shores?

It was his turn, and he now had to step up the game, so he hopped off the fountain to land amongst a small group of people watching. He kept his dancing deliberately easy, encouraging the four other ponies there to start either following his lead, or dancing on their own. "Avant de le rencontrer, y'avait personne a m'aimer. Ava~nt de le rencontrer, y'avait personne a m'aimer!" he sang, wrapping a foreleg around one of the mares in the audience, who had been standing a bit off to the side looking dejected, but curious, and started to dance with her. He smiled brightly, seeing her smile for once.

"Maintenant, et bien toujours, c'est rien qu'elle que je vie pour!" he finished, giving the mare a little twirl and letting her go to hop up onto the fountain, looking over at Sapphire Shores, a grin on his face. Their duet had gone on rather long enough, so he'd let her have the chorus, and then finish off in his own particular style.

Those are soda shops, right, or something like that? We don't have a lot of those in Austin, sadly enough.

Huh, thought they might have existed in America too xD

The Pop Shoppe is a pop company that puts out really good flavours of stuff, like black cherry soda. It's great.

Jones on the other hand is amazing. They produce lots of technicolour, kid-friendly flavours, like orange creamsicle, bubble gum, blue raspberry, etc. Their schtick is that you can send in pictures and they print them on the bottle, instead of having a logo.

Mexican Coca-cola is the BEST, because it's made with honest to goodness sugar. It's a very subtle difference, but enough to be noticeable.

It's also the main reason that if I drink pop, it's going to be either Jones, The Pop Shoppe, or some other small place that uses real sugar.

Muggo' Ale smiled at what she said, laughing at her exaggerated little flourish. When she mentioned the busy schedule, he chuckled. "Oof. I know all about that." he said, quite sincerely. He was up every morning rather early, after being up late every night. He took Mondays and Tuesdays off, as they were days when few ponies stopped by at the bar. It made for a rather hectic lifestyle, but he wouldn't change a thing about it. Not now, and probably not ever.

"I might just have to drop by yer farm one day an' force yer siblin's to let ya go for a few hours." he joked. He planned on dropping by one day anyways, just to see what the farm was like, and say hi.

He was quiet for a few minutes, letting a comfortable silence fall between them. "Now this is one heck of a beautiful night. Not a bad bit nice, if I say so meself." he commented after a few moments. Not to break the silence because he felt it was getting too quiet...he was fine with the quiet, actually. He just felt like making the comment. "Would bet it looks a bit better from your end o' town than mine, though." he added after a moment. Fillydelphia's street lamps stayed lit most of the night, their oil reserves usually topped off early in the morning after they were put out. Combined with the fact some ponies worked late in the busier sections of town, and there was always just enough light around to make it tough to see every star in the sky.

Timbre Swing's attempt to hold the airship up was, in a word, noble. Stupid, but noble. The strain was incredible...and of course, the unicorn next to him just had to pick that very moment to ask his name.

Despite straining just to keep from passing out, Timbre gave him a vicious glare.

And then let go of the mooring ropes. Timbre felt the entire airship lurch sickeningly, and the Fancy pony let out a mild curse in his native tongue. His vision was darkening around the edges, but he was watching for the signs of ponies leaving the gondola. Most everypony seemed like they were out, which was good...until he heard voices, faint voices, from inside. Great. There were more left inside, and any moment his magic was going to give completely and take him right out. He gritted his teeth and let out a snarl of frustration as he held despnately to the last threads of consciousness his brain was affording him. If whoever was stuck inside didn't get out soon, well...he didn't know if the airframe was stable enough to hold on after he let go. Thankfully, nopony seemed terribly injured. From what he saw of those climbing free, lots of bloody cuts and some bruises, maybe a few breaks and sprains, but nothing terrible. They'd all pull through.

The airship's frame lurched again, and Timbre's front legs gave out, causing him to crouch against the dirt. He growled again in pure determination. All that he could see now was the front of the gondola...most of his peripheral vision was totally blacked out. "Is everypony out?" he asked, as loud as he could. Not that it mattered...with a final snarl of determination, and now, anger, his hindhooves gave out and Timbre Swing blacked out, collapsing to the dirt. He was fine, for the most part, but his head was going to swim when he got up.

The airframe gave another lurch, suddenly having tension released when the magic tugging at it disappeared. It gave a sickening, metallic groan, signifying it likely had only a scant few moments left before it plunged out of sight.

Wind Rider couldn't help but smile a little sheepishly as she cleaned up the trail of water. Who could complain about being wet on a night like this? He would. Irrational or not, Wind felt bad for making the mare work harder than she already had to...it was late, and given the emptiness of the club, which had included one dry unicorn besides the bartender, he figured the club had either been about to close, or should have been closed, when the motley assortment of rain-drenched pegasi stumbled in. But the bartender seemed not only okay with it, but downright chipper, which made his smile turn rather genuine. And when she got him the water, he counted out the bits from the soggy canvas pouch, and gave her a warm, heartfelt "Thanks."

He took hold of the glass and took a long sip, feeling better as soon as the cool water hit his parched throat. Flying that hard to get to Canterlot without any stops had taken its toll. "There, I feel normal again." he said with a chuckle. Sure enough, his voice sounded a lot less hoarse. Wind took another sip, looking over his shoulder when he heard a loud conversation. Well, whaddya know? The other pegasus stallion in the room, which he hadn't really noticed at first, was none other than Soarin', of the Wonderbolts. Heck, now that he thought about it, the mare with the bright rainbow mane looked familiar...but not in the same way Soarin' was. He'd seen Soarin' in person, once before. Not in a personal one-on-one fashion, but Wind had attended an airshow the Wonderbolts were preforming in. No, he vaguely recalled seeing the rainbow-maned one in...the newspaper, maybe? Took him a moment, then it came to him. Best Young Flyers' competition, a ways back. He took another sip of water, only really able to think to himself: cool.

He looked over at the unicorn that had trotted up to the bar, offering his own tab to pay for the drinks of the others in the room. Wind Rider smiled at that. If there was one time when the goodness of ponies shone through, it was tonight. "You're alright, you know that?" he said with a chuckle. The brown-coated pegasus looked back at the bartender. "Sorry for my ignorance, but what is this place? I'm going to be entirely honest, I just ducked into the first place I could find that was open, before I melted, or had to swim to shelter." he admitted. He'd never been to Canterlot before, so this could be the most famous place in the city, and he'd have no idea.

Dapper Dan turned his eyes up to the sky when she mentioned it. Yeah, it was. "Yep. Luna outdid herself tonight." he said with a smile, sending a silent, mental 'thanks' her way, not like she could hear it. He looked over at her when she mentioned the comet though. "No way? I missed it...might have still been when I was getting used to the town, and working around the shop to get it fixed up." he said, shrugging. A pity...he would have loved to see it fly past. The night sky may be the universal symbol for everypony to go to sleep, but he liked looking up at it every now and again...looking into the infinite expanse and wondering just how it could possibly exist.

"That's probably the best part about living this far away from the lights of Canterlot...you can always see the stars, all of them. Well, not all of them, but, you know what I mean." he said with a nervous chuckle, adjusting his glasses with his hoof.

"So...you're from the Nimbusgait Lakes, right? That's out Canterlot way, if my brain's telling me right. What's it like out there?" he asked. He'd never really left Fillydelphia before coming out to the frontier...in fact, most of the Eastern Equestria was a mystery to him.

That feel when you get all excited for this thread even though you're no longer going to the same university because you might have a chance to meet some local bronies...

And learn that it's not Ottawa University, like you thought it was

Timbre Swing grinned as she took over, climbing up onto the fountain. She'd seemed a bit slow on the uptake at first, but was soon into the swing of things, literally and figuratively. She sang her bit, and it took Timbre a moment to figure out what he'd do. Well, this was his song, after all, and there was a chorus around this point...he'd figure out a proper verse next time. Besides, she would need to learn the chorus as well if they wanted to have a proper song going. Thankfully for her, it was simple, and not Fancy. Or Equestrian, for that matter.

He grinned and made his way toward one of the mares who'd been walking by with her friends, tapping his hooves along the fountain in front of her and her friends. "Tutti frutti, oh rutti, tutti frutti, hey! Oh rutti!" he sang, straightening up for a moment and throwing his fedora into the air with a shake of his head. He caught the hat in midair with a burst of magic and sent it down toward his left hoof, which he stretched out, letting the hat roll along his leg, free from the magic, across his back, and over to his right leg, which he stuck out. Once it reached the end of his hoof he hit it with another burst of magic to bring it back onto his head. "Tutti frutti, oohoh ru~tti! A-wop bop a-loo mop, a-wop bam boom!" he continued, He turned and grinned at Sapphire. Cheating? Perhaps. But for this to sound right, she'd need it...after all, he started a verse, she had a verse, and he laid the chorus. Next would be her verse, one of his, and then she'd get the chorus. Balanced out, in the end, in his mind.

[brain couldn't think of anything that would work here.

It was rare that Wind Rider left his hometown of Hoofington, with his job as forest ranger keeping him busy there. However, that day was different. The freak storm off the Everfree had taken him totally by surprise, and he'd helped first with the preparations around the town for the possibility of flooding or parts of the storm hitting them, then had gone off on patrol, widening his route and keeping it farther north, over the Whitetail Woods. It wasn't his usual patrol zone, but Wind Rider didn't care...as far as he knew nopony kept that much of a watch on the area, and as such he had wanted to be there just in case. Unfortunately, a rogue cell had caught him unawares...one moment he'd been patrolling, the next a bolt of lightning had lanced across the sky in front of him, and he'd had to make his way to Canterlot, in the direction opposite the cell's path. It had been a close thing too...by the time he got his hooves on the ground, Wind Rider was soaked to the bone, shivering cold, and his ears rang from the repeated, loud thunderclaps in the air. His head pounded with a terrible headache to boot, and he staggered in an almost drunken fashion down the road a bit until he could no longer amble. Wind needed a place to get out of the pouring rain, so he ducked into the first place he could find...he didn't even read the sign overhead.

The brown pegasus shivered in the doorway for a moment, taking in the room in front of him. It was a club of some kind, there was only a few other ponies there: the bartender, a bright blue pony with an equally brighter, rainbow coloured mane, another blue pegasus, this one with a white mane, and finally, another blue pegasus, this one an extremely pale blue. He pulled the wide brimmed ranger hat off his head, shaking his soaked, seafoam green mane...not that it did much, given he was basically made of water at that point, and stepped fully into the club. Unlike most of the other ponies, it was clear this pegasus was not usually one to deal with weather...he didn't have goggles, for instance, nor a proper helmet. All Wind wore was his ranger hat of pale brown, and matching coloured uniform shirt...he hadn't expected to get caught in such a violent storm, after all. That lack of equipment had nearly gotten him injured, twice, when he'd flown too low on the approach to Canterlot and nearly hit the mountainside, through a combination of heavy rain and a lack of proper vision after seeing lightning flash by so much. Even now, he blinked his mis-matched eyes, and he could still see the jagged streaks across his vision.

"What a gorgeous night." he let out with a heavy note of sarcasm and glumness. He hung his hat from it's strap around his neck, letting it rest on his back, and looked around the room, taking it in consciously for the first time. He made his way to the bar, wincing a bit as he realized he was leaving a small trail of water behind...not that he had much else he could do about it...standing near the door had just left a huge puddle where he'd been standing.

"Sorry, about the mess." he apologized to the bartender. "This may seem odd, given my uh, well..." the thumping headache was making it difficult to come up with the right words, so Wind Rider just looked down at his wet coat, then back up at the bartender. "But can I get some water, please?" he asked with a sheepish smile. He was parched, mostly from having flown faster than he'd ever had to try and get to Canterlot safely, and falling rain wasn't exactly something to drink on the way. After he placed his order the pegasus turned his head to fish a wet pouch of bits out of one of the pockets of his uniform, setting it on the bar, where it started to create it's own puddle. "Goddesses, it's like I'm made of water or something..." he mumbled.

Buffalo Wings. And make 'em blazing hot.

Oddly, while I love Buffalo Wings and spicy foods, I hate when my foods get too spicy. I find there's a certain point where the spices add to the flavour and it gets to be amazing (stuff like hot curries, gumbo and Cajun food, etc), but eventually there's a point where it gets to be /too/ hot, and then it just tastes like burning to me.