Pony_Sage

River's house was an old hunting lodge that had been abandoned long ago. Before crossing the threshold of his doorway he knocked on the frame with each hoof. Then he reared up on his hind hooves and walked through the door. This was a ritual that he preformed upon entering or exiting any doorway that still had a door attached. He shuffled through his house and placed the flower on the floor before shrugging off his saddle bags in the corner. His house was a sight to behold. The main attraction was the grass that was growing on the ceiling. Other eccentricities included there being absolutely no light fixtures in the entire house, they instead were replaced by candle powered lanterns that were filtered to show with red light. There were sketches and pictures plastered all over the walls, most of which were connected to other pictures via thread while others were connected via long chains of shiny paper clips. The floor boards creaked if any weight other than dust was applied to them. There were yardsticks nailed to the floor and walls in what looked like an attempt to make sure that the rooms stayed the same size. Ignoring the plant for a moment River fished out the leather bound tome and made his way to the kitchen where a whole new set of strange things could be seen. The foremost being his kitchen table, which was flipped over and nailed to the floor and had boat oars laying across it. He opened up the refrigerator, inside of which there were other leather bound tomes, some large and others small, but all of them containing either plant information or his insane ramblings. There seemed to be no kitchen supplied anywhere to be seen, most likely because he stored them inside of his oven. Nor where there any chairs around the abode. His cupboards' doors had all been ripped from their hinges and flower pots stacked in a haphazard manner occupied the shelves. River reached up and grabbed one of these. He eyed it for size and opted for a different one. He trotted back towards Chotchkie and stuck the flower pot on her head like a helmet. He smiled and knocked on it with a hoof. River then began to hum his strange yet familiar tune again as he picked up the small blue flower in its pot and walked off into the darkness that permeated his home. He came upon a large oak door that was bolted shut with a massive crossbeam. He hefted the cross beam and unbolted the door before preforming his ritual and trotting down into the inky abyss of his basement. His basement was more of a cavern than a conventional cellar. Red lights were set into alcoves along the walls which lit up the entire room with a soft red glow. The red glow fell upon what was akin to a jungle. There were plants in pots everywhere and their foliage almost filled the room to the brim. River knew his way around this place like the back of his hoof. With his new acquisition in his mouth he trotted backwards into the dense green abyss. The plants that were stored down here were either some of his friends that he found out in the wild, or of his own creation. River was always trying to mix plants together and come up with something new. No two plants were alike. Some were tall and broad leaved while others were stout and thin leaved. There were conifers and there were Deciduous trees. There were dwarf species and there were behemoths. The only sign of anything other than plants down in that cavern were the lights and a small dilapidated desk that sat in the corner. Upon which there was a moderate sized leather bound tome and some botany equipment.

BIRTHDAY OF HAPPINESS!! HAVE ONE!! Heh hello and pleased to make your acquaintance! I hope you have a wonderful birthday! ~Sage AkA Freddie Freewings

As Maple laughed the dust of decades passed that fell onto the room made Symphony sneeze again. "Well if the ice-cream idea doesn't work out we could always sell dust . . . and broken chairs. Where the fireponies actually firebuffalo?" He said as he eyes a pile of broken chairs in the corner of the office. He shook the dust off of his already wild mane and slowly followed Maple into the other room. He was still unsure if the floor would give out underneath of him. As he poked into the larger room he was actually taken aback a little by the grandeur of the structure. His mind always on the task at hand Symphony stated, "Now we could either sell most of this stuff to collectors and their like and make a few bits to put back into this . . . . place. Or we could keep some of it, clean it up, and hang it on the walls and such." He walked a little further into the room and poked at some of the equipment. Dust flew in his face causing him to cough and back up abruptly. "When you get that exorcist on the phone, make sure to ask him to bring an entire fleet of brooms and dustpans if you would." Symphony looked all over the room, illuminating some corners with a lantern that they had brought. The gears in his head were turning, he pondered what it would look like when they were finished. This place was perfect.

River was amazed that the deer-beast knew the name of the flower that he was talking about. His eyes widened as Chotchkie smeared fruit juice and mud all over his sketch. It was utterly obliterated, just a brown/black smudge on the crème colour of the page. He waved his hooves at her and blew puffs of air at her face trying to shoo her away from the sketch book. He looked down at the page with a sombre expression. He tore the page out of the tome and chewed it a little before spitting it out into the bog. He stuck his tongue out at Chotchkie as he walked over to his saddle bags and rummaged for some tools. He was not particularly upset with her, he always had his back up plan. He found his small spade and a tiny pot for the flower and began the delicate process of digging up the flower and potting it. This went on for about ten minutes before he was satisfied with the results and tucked his tools away again. River smiled at the flower in its tiny pot and then back at Chotchkie. He knew exactly where he needed to put the flower so that it would thrive in his basement. He cinched up his saddle bags and wiggled into them. "House, keep the DARKNESS, and the LIGHT. Flowers in the basement. Come come follow follow do not sit here and wallow." River said in an almost sing song tone. He picked up the tiny pot in his mouth and began to slowly walk backwards in the direction of his house. His 'house' if one would call it that was another thing that nopony had ever seen. It was an – interesting – place to say the least.

Monty surveyed the ballroom. He had been wandering around for a while just admiring the Castle and all its glory. Now he wanted a drink though, something to whet his whistle as it were. He spied an open bar, his favorite kind. As he trotted happily over to it he also noticed a pale green mare that he remembered from his meeting with the Princess. He saddled up next to her and gently nudged her shoulder with his and gave her a big smile. 'Fancy meeting you here.' Monty said to Ginger before turning his attention to the barkeeper, 'I'll have an absinthe please.' He slipped a ten bit tip across the counter to the barkeeper. 'Sorry I wandered off Miss Mint. I tend to get side tracked. I wanted to apologize for that before this evening came to an end.' he said genuinely sorry about wandering off as he waited for his drink.

The silhouette of a tall but slight stallion could be seen with light streaming in around him. The light charcoal stallion poked his head into the building and looked about for a moment assessing the stability of the floor and roof. He gently pressed his hoof onto the floor boards testing to see if they would support his weight. The swirling dust began to cling to his white mane as he gingerly entered the office like room with the floor protesting to his intrusion beneath his hooves. He surveyed the room; broken furniture, dust, some form of a desk at the far end, darkness and oh wait more dust. He sneezed as a dust-bunny sneakily darted up his nose. "My dear, I am afraid that if we look to hard at this place it will fall over with us inside." The stallion said dryly at the small smiling unicorn that was standing before him. He smirked at Maple's broad smile. He trotted in past Maple and over to the weathered desk. He stood behind it and picked up a dusty and grimy glass off of the floor. His horn glowed a slight grey colour as the glass levitated in-front of him. He pilfered an equally filthy rag from another corner of the room. He 'cleaned' the glass with the rag as he put his fore-legs up on the counter in an imitation of a bar keeper. "Welcome to Wood-Worms R Us! What can I get'cha little lady? How about a dust-bunny smoothie?" he asked Maple with a slight fake accent. He smiled at the mare, this was going to be a fun endeavor even if it would be a tonne of hard work.

Hello there everypony!! There is a pony couple in Canterlot that needs your help! Maple Scoops and Sweet Symphony are in the process of starting their own business! Isn't that exciting? They have a vision for an ice cream parlor and jazz club, but they cant make it happen with out YOU! That's right, they need all the help that they can get! This place is falling apart at the seams! What would be wonderful is if you could post here that you are interested in helping the couple and then we can work out how you could help and join into the RP so it can be more fluid! At the moment there is a short thread between Maple and Symphony to set the scene of what we have to work with. Once that has run its course and there is some interest in helping shown we will start up the bigger thread where you all can come and play! This will be an amazing amount of fun!! So who wants to help?? ~Sage AkA Freddie Freewings

As Rivet was standing, hoof on chin and lost in thought, her ears swiveled to pick up the soft strains of some pony calling over the roar of the ocean. She looked over her shoulder and spied a white stallion standing on the other side of her fence. She blushed a little out of nervousness, meeting new ponies was not her strong suit. She heard the stallion ask her if she was a ghost. She turned her head to the side and scrunched up her nose. 'I don't think I am a ghost. If I was a ghost would I know that I was? Or what does he mean by ghost? Is he making fun of me?' her mind rambled as she stared at the stallion. She shook her head, 'BAD RIVET! Don't stare! Have you forgotten your manners? Introduce yourself!' she mentally scolded herself. She walked up to the gate in her fence and smiled at the white stallion. She peered through her small glasses to get a better look at him now that she was closer. He was a unicorn like her and was munching on an apple. She reached out with her magic for her typewriter but found it not to be hanging around her neck. She became very nervous at her inability to communicate and fidgeted with her hoof in the dirt. She looked at the stallion again and meekly smiled. She held her hoof up in a 'Wait here' motion and quickly trotted back into her house. She remained inside for a few moments. When she returned she had her typewriter slung around her neck and wore a slightly more confident look upon her countenance. She approached the stallion again and meekly smiled. "Sorry, forgot typewriter. Not sure what mean by ghost. Can not say if I am or not, I do not know. Are you a ghost?" the machine tapped out on a small slip of paper that she then levitated over to the stallion. Rivet would often sacrifice grammar and occasionally spelling to increase the speed with which she would respond to a question. Something then dawned on her, 'MANNERS! You were brought up better than this! You know that you have to introduce yourself before starting a conversation!', she mentally scolded herself yet again. Being that she spent such a small amount of time around other ponies, the niceties sometimes slipped her mind. "Sorry again. I am Rivet." the typewriter added on another small slip that was levitated over to the stallion as she smiled meekly.

Freddie happily trotted into the warmly lit tavern as Klondike held the door for him. "My such a Gentlecolt! Thank you kindly!" he said in return. As Klondike offered him supper he could not help but remember that he had in-fact missed that important meal. His stomach grumbled as he looked about and into the tavern. "You make a convincing argument Mister Klondike and I believe that my stomach agrees with you." Freddie said with a chuckle. He picked his way to a booth near the bar and shrugged off his saddle bags, hanging them on a rack in the corner. Freddie took a seat in the booth and let out a sigh. His joints ached, he lamented that he was not as young as he once was for a moment. When the waiter pony arrived he ordered two glasses of water as he waited for Klondike to find him. Freddie spied Klondike at the entrance to the tavern and waved a hoof at him with a smile. The sounds of a jaunty drinking tune filled the tavern as the hearth warmed the entire room. Freddie could not help but tap his hoof on the table to the beat of the music. The tavern was filled with a moderate amount of ponies and a friendly looking wait-staff. All in all it was what could be expected of a Ponyvillian establishment.

River was confused but intrigued by the deer-beast that insisted upon talking to him. He watched her roll about in the grass trying to clean herself off from the fruit that he had given her. He chuckled and rolled over onto his back himself. He blew raspberries at the deer-beast and smiled. As she spoke about the flower River became nervous for a moment. He was happy when she said that she was not going to eat it, he even chuckled as she kissed the diminutive blue flower. He scrunched his nose up as she named the flower. "Jackson, no not Jackson. Names have power, but flowers are the LIGHT. Flowers have names that can be spoken." He began as he intently watched Chotchkie. "Plantae, Magnoliophyta, Magnoliopsida, Solanales, Polemoniaceae, Allophyllum, Allophyllum gilioides." He proudly stated, seeming to think that Chotchkie knew what he was talking about. "The DARKNESS, THEY live in the DARKNESS, THEY can change things. Names give THEM power to change things." He shook his head at Chotchkie's inquisition into his name. River rolled over onto his belly and pushed his sketch book over towards Chotchkie. He had never shown his sketches to another soul, not out of shyness but out of isolation. He has lived in his own little world since the end of his adolescence and nopony nor deer-beast for that matter has ever ventured into it. He was showing Chotchkie his sketchbook so that she could see his friends. He had sketched numerous flowers in that tiny leather bound tome, most of which he found out in the wilderness and a few that he made himself. He smiled a crooked smile at Chotchkie.

Monty lead Jess to the table and helped her with her chair before taking his own seat. He surveyed the table and chuckled at the strange assortment yet again. He tried to fill the idle silence before their drinks arrived with a riddle. 'How are a jeweler and a jailer alike?' He asked trying to stump his new found friends. Before he could get an answer the drinks landed on the table with a thud. Monty eagerly took his odd drink, still rather surprised that the bar-ponies knew what he was ordering. As Hank offered his salutations with a clink of his glass Monty added, 'To the shadows that dance upon the plains! May they jump and whirl forever!' Monty took his shot before beginning to suckle on his pea-soup green drink. He was accustomed to drinking on an empty stomach but that didn't stop the alcohol from effecting him. His stomach grumbled a bit as he motioned a waitress over and ordered a plate of fried onion grass. 'So have you thought about my riddle enough to come up with an answer?' Monty asked the menagerie.

He stood next to Jessy for a moment not knowing what to do, after all she was blind. He figured that telling her they were walking towards the buffet would be a good option. 'Jess, Glow and Hank are going to the buffet. If you would like I could lead the way.' Monty offered the mare before slowly walking towards the buffet. He heard Glow mention something about cocktails. Monty licked his lips thinking about what he would order. He looked about the room, he had been here before but had spent most of that time underneath a table. He wondered about the little foal and if she was alright. The decorations were stupendous and the food looked just as tasty as it had before. It finally dawned on him what he would order. 'Can I get a 'Swamp Water', I haven't had one of those in years!' Monty called after Glow. He wondered if anypony here knew what a 'Swamp Water' was and chuckled to himself about it. He just loved being cantankerous and ordering things that were not typical pony fare. Swamp Water was his favorite drink by far, it was a mix of wheat grass juice, green Chartreuse, and just a hint of lime. [[ OOC: I know that the official recipe for Swamp Water is not what I have mentioned, but I just had to pony-ify that drink ^^ ]]

River shuddered at the sequel and subsequent piercing giggles. He heard what she was saying but did not comprehend. She had not heard of the darkness? How is that possible? The visitor had looked around him and spotted his plant friend. She apparently wanted to eat it. As she drew closer River did his best to growl, which came out more like a rough cough, and he snapped his teeth at the visitor. He was trying to deter her from eating his friend. He didn't want to be mean, nor did he like it, but that plant was an important hoof-hold in the battle against the darkness. At least in his mind it was. River did eat plants, though he would only eat their fruits or leaves and only from the ones that he grew in his 'basement'. "Flowers, the LIGHT makes the flowers. Flowers store the LIGHT inside. NO EAT! Eat fruit, has stores of LIGHT but made to be eaten." River offered the visitor trying to lessen his snapping at her. He slowly dipped his head into his saddle bags and rummaged about. He came up with a strange looking fruit. The outside was covered in lumps and was a sickly pale yellow colour. He placed it on the ground in between them and nudged it towards her as an offering. He took another one out of his saddle bags and ate it himself, the inside was a strange black colour and full of seeds. A sticky and sweet smell wafted towards the visitor as River munched on his fruit.

River looked up from his sketch as hoof-steps stopped next to him. He looked at the deer-thing that had snuck up on him. His eyes darted between his sketch with the flower next to it and the deer-thing. He was growing increasingly tense. He finally locked his eyes on the deer-thing's and turned to face her. He had placed himself in between the visitor and his flower friend. He was shivering in fear. Visions of darkness taking the form of this visitor and coming to finally do him in flashed though his head. If the visitor was indeed the darkness he thought that she was, in his mind he could vanquish the darkness my staring at it. It may not have made sense to anypony except River but in his mind it made perfect sense. He stared intently at the visitor but she was not vanishing or running away. "YOU, the DARKNESS has it held you? Has the DARKNESS engulfed you? The LIHGT can purge the DARKNESS. THEY live in the DARKNESS! THEY can change things!! Running from DARKNESS, away in fear, are you a pony or a deer? Did THEY change you? Were you one and then another? If THEY did change you, can be helped. The LIGHT needs to be inside of you." River spits out at a breakneck pace. He forgot his fear for a moment and reached a hoof out to try to touch the visitor. He was trying making sure that she was actually there. As his hoof pressed against the soft fur of her pelt on the front of her shoulder he immediately withdrew it and shrunk back from her slightly awaiting her retaliation.

Soggalong Swamp was a foreboding place. In the dark depths trees grew crooked and out of control and moss hung haphazardly from their limbs. The darkness here was frightening, it seemed almost alive. As though if somepony were to spend too much time in it, the darkness would absorb them, infect them, leave a chunk of darkness within them. It was in this maze of twisted trees and darkness that something rustled. Was it the darkness? Had it finally broken free of its ethereal bindings? Had it decided to take form and leave that place, looking for someplace else? Another place to hide, another place to grow, to infest. A bush violently rustled, a dark brown pony came trotting out. He was the colour of dirt, or was he just covered in it, perhaps a mixture of both. He shook his mane, a black tangled mess covered in hitchhikers. He was walking backwards, his head held low. He mumbled something under his breath, not that any pony could understand or even care what he was talking about. He wove his way though trees and bushes, all the while trotting backwards and mumbling. He stopped an looked around with a disappointed look on his sleep deprived countenance. He grumbled and continued walking, he seemed to know where he was going. He abruptly plopped his flank down and shrugged off his saddle bags. He rummaged through them and triumphantly pulled out a small leather-bound tome and a pencil. He turned to an empty page in the book with the pencil in his mouth. He looked to the side, addressing a small pale blue flower, no larger than an acorn. "The DARKNESS can not change you. You are constant. The LIGHT makes you. You store the LIGHT inside of you. Beacon of hope in the bleakness of the DARK." he said in an almost a nurturing tone to the flower. He began to sketch the flower. Even though he was by no means an artist, he seemed to capture something about the flower that most ponies would miss. As he worked he hummed a strange tune, there was something familiar about it. As though it was a long lost lullaby that had some how been corrupted by the darkness of some unseen void. He sat like that sketching and humming to the flower for hours on end occasionally mumbling to the flower.

For all of you non gun nut ponies that is the CZ-75B.

Freddie let out a good natured chuckle as Klondike sat down and took a breather. 'Poor stallion must have been walking for quite a while to be this tired.' he mused to himself. Freddie stood next to Klondike. "Thank you for the compliment, I've been playing for longer than you have been alive most likely. That has afforded me with much time to practice. I may not be the best in Equestria but I still have fun! As to your question. Yes we are in the lovely district of Ponyville that houses the Inns and Taverns." Freddie answered happily as he looked about. He saw an Inn which was connected to a tavern that had a Vacancy sign in the window. Freddie took this brief rest to pack up his harmonica and its holder. After doing so he pointed a hoof to the Inn. "That looks about a good a place as any for you to bed down for the evening. Plus there is a Tavern that you can get some food at, you must be starving." Freddie began to slowly walk towards the Inn.

Monty whistled and playfully clicked his tongue at Jessy when she struck a pose. As Glow leered and hissed at him he could not help but chuckle, this pint sized mare was just so ornery it was entertaining. 'Oh that name will never do.' Monty thought to himself as Glow introduced him. He winked at Jessy, a gesture that was lost on the mare, as he shouldered closer to Glow and Hank. "Ah I think THE GLOW here has had a little too much moonlight tonight, The name is Lord Montgomery the Striped of the Grass Runners Tribe on the Zebra Plain-lands.' He said in the most mockingly high brow voice that he could muster as he extended a hoof with a business card in to to shake. That was not his real name, just some made up over the top fanciful elaboration crafted for the singular purpose of making Glow despise him. He smirked playfully at Glow with a sly wink. Monty heard the now named Hank's stomach grumble at the mention of food. 'Yes it seems Zebras are a rare breed around these parts. As for your heat though, the Zebra Homelands are not all that temperate and I can say from experience that Appleoosa comes as close as any pony-lands offer to the temperature of the Homeland.' Monty offered with a smile. 'I could go for a drink myself, hows about we take this cavalcade inside to find some tasty snacks and the like?' He asked all three of the ponies with a grand smile that made his ear flop over.

Hello B uxy! First off your art is amazing! *fidgets* Would you mind terribly drawing an OC for me please, if you are too busy I completely understand. It was sooo hard to decide, but I eventually settled on River my insane earth pony. Name: Erigeron maniopotamicus -- Mad-River Fleabane or River for short. Profile: http://i.canterlot.com/E Activity: Well he is literally insane so you can have fun with it! If you want to have something having to do with his plants, or him freaking out about some delusion. The app has the general ideas of his delusions. Thank you in advance, even if you can't get to him! ~Sage AkA Freddie Freewings

Monty's horrible punchline got lost in the commotion of Jessy bolting off to catch a run away hat. After which a pony with a lip ferret that could only be described as gargantuan, who seemed to be eying Glow's dress, sauntered over. He seemed disappointed as he came closer and inspected the dress. Glow seemed rather taken by this pony for some reason. Monty watched and listened as he quietly slipped over to stand next to Jessy. He softly chuckled at Glow's sultry purr. 'My isn't she pouring on the charm. Maybe if I had a lip-ferret like his I would have gotten such a warm introduction.' he thinks to himself. He scratches his upper lip with a hoof, knowing that Zebras could not grow muzzle hair. 'That was awful kind of you Miss Jester, do you mind if I call you Jessy? But how in the wide world did you catch his hat, let alone know that it flew off?' Monty asked Jess quietly not wanting to interrupt the cougar stalking her prey. Monty wanted to introduce himself to the new pony properly but watching Glow and Hank interact was far more entertaining. He intently watched the pair trying to think up ways either to make the situation even more fun or introduce himself to the fly caught in Glow's web.

My front yard is covered in clover it is wonderful and soft!! I have lost count of how may 4-leaves I have found to be quite honest. I occasionally go out and sit in the sun and just look for 'em. I say it should be an Olympic sport. I would watch it!! ~Sage AkA Freddie Freewings

The cassettes are coming to take over the world!!!

Only you Cherry only you!! Haha ~Sage AkA Freddie Freewings

Monty was stuffed to bursting. He had just 'visited' the buffet at which he just had to sample all the food, he was a retired chef after all. Sampling had quickly turned into scarfing and now Monty was looking for a rest and some fresh air. He managed to find his way outside and into the Royal Gardens. He slowly lumbered about until he found a comfortable looking bench to sit upon. He plopped down onto his flank, resting his back on the back of the bench and stretching his arms out over the very top. Being that he was taller than the average pony his hind legs did in fact reach the ground which made sitting as such rather comfortable for him. He must have looked odd to the passing ponies because a few of them snickered when they thought they were out of earshot. His red bow-tie could have been seen from a mile off in that garden, especially against the muted colours of his brown tuxedo and crème shirt. He chuckled to himself thinking back to greeting the Princess. 'Those Royal Guard ponies looked like they were gunna have a fit!' Monty thought to himself as he let his head fall back and his gaze met the sky. He watched the stars twinkle against their black velvet bedspread. He remembered only a few from his sailing days. He relaxed like that, not expecting anypony to pay him much mind, closing his eyes as he sighed. [[ OOC: Painted pointed out that they were talking about Monty and I couldn't help myself ^^ I hope that is alright. ]]

On the point of Bucking shore beach, just on the outside of the Seasaddle Bay's protective cove, and outside of Hoofington's city limits there stood a lighthouse. The lighthouse was just over 100 feet tall and the house attached to it was just about half of that lengthwise. There were numerous outbuildings, none of which had a discernible purpose from the outside. A chest high split rail fence surrounded the abandoned looking complex which never seemed to have a soul around it. Despite the lighthouse's appearance, every night the light could be seen for miles as it searched the darkness for lost sailor ponies. When the fog would roll in the fog horn would awaken. Like a slumbering beast that was awakened in the night it would roar out into the dense fog, tearing it asunder like a blade in the night, beaconing for the seas to come and swallow it up. The gear on the side of the tower never stopped turning, slow as molasses seeping through an igloo. Inch my pain staking inch it turned, through the blistering heat, through the shattering cold. Like the creeping progression of time the gear moved forward. Somepony . . . or something had to be keeping that lighthouse alive. There were rumors of a phantom that haunted the light house. The ghost of a keeper past, that was tied to Equestria, bound to the lighthouse, forever walking its floors and keeping the light in running order. Colts and fillies would dare each other as to who could get the closest to the house. They never had gotten halfway into the yard before somepony would see a flutter of movement in a window or the pale frame of the 'Specter Keeper' wash past the lower level windows, causing the intruding ponies to head for the hills. As vivid at these tales of the haunted lighthouse were, there was but only an ounce of truth behind them. There was a pony there that was bound to the house, not by ethereal means, but by contract. She was the paid keeper of the lighthouse. Her name was Rivet and although she had occupied the lighthouse for just over a year, she rarely went into town and when she did, most of the town ponies thought she was just a traveler who refused to talk. She had all of her supplies and mail drop shipped to her house mostly by air-ship. She was not an antisocial pony, she was just not good at making friends. She was also almost always covered in a thick layer of grease, grime, and all sorts of other various dirt. She would watch the ponies adventure onto her lawn, she would never go out and greet them just watch them interact with one another. She would work on her projects and make improvements to the lighthouse. She had brought back this dilapidated monstrosity back from the verge of collapse and she was not going to stop there. She had grand visions of a new age of mechanization sweeping across Equestria with her helping it along. Even though most of her inventions were just improvements on already established designs, a pony can dream can't she. At this juncture in time Rivet was working on the internal superstructure of the light tower. She was reinforcing it making sure that an air-ship wold be able to dock on the observation deck without tearing the top of the light tower off. On this rare occasion she was standing on the observation deck and letting the wind rip past her face and through her braided mane. Her greasy pale form was highlighted by the sun against the cloudless sky. The sun was warming her pelt and she was happy. It had been a long day of working and this rest felt wonderful. She could easily be seen from the ground despite her height off of it. A strong wind gusted past her, causing her to stumble. She hurried back inside, not wanting to fall off the top. She wandered through her house, there must be something she could do to spruce the place up a little. It may have been a mech-engineer's wonderland but it was a little sparse. She walks outside of her house and looked at it. 'Maybe the flower boxes, I could plant some flowers there.' she pondered to herself rubbing a hoof to her chin.