CherryRie

Only app ever that you need too Ctrl+A to read

How deliciously ridicules

I’m fairly certain this character would make more sense to me if I knew which crossover he was destined for, given the in-game language used in some portions of his app. Still, even with the lack of world knowledge on my side, he still seems like a fairly amusing character either way.

Given the perspective from which it has been written, I suspect you have a greater understanding of this pony’s personality then you’re indulging us too here. Are you planning to reveal more during the actual RP as other characters interact with him?

There’s room for expansion in the Summery but the key points of his present actions and past credentials are all there, so there’s not much that ‘needs’ doing to make him playable.

Very interesting pony you have there

Well Cracker, I honestly don’t know what to say.

The improvements you’ve made to this character since we spoke are just astounding, practically an overnight revelation! Instead of a blank two dimensional ‘creepy’ character, we are now presented with a real filly in the midst of a full on identity crisis. Rather than simply ‘stalking’ DC, she’s latching onto a role model, seeking to emulate his rebellious nature out of desperation. What’s more, you’ve already described how her internal conflict is developing, but left enough room for growth through the story’s that she takes part in.

I love what you’ve done with this app and I’m really looking forward to her interactions with DC. I can foresee the two developing a complicated dynamic, maybe they will both come out the other side better for it? Or maybe, it will be the end of the world as we know it?

Good job

Ah, I thought it was a forum based one I'm not all that good with chatroom rp and given I'm on a difrent time zone to the majority of peoples its probably a little unfeasable for me to take part. I might wander in at somepoint but probably to watch more then anything

I'm fairly cirtain I'd be intrested in this!

Keep me posted about developments

Calling all foals, fillies and colts of Equestria!

Hussar the first ‘Nutmeg family’ thread has opened, calling you to take part in a treasure hunting adventure! Deep in the Beaver den that serves as their HQ, the foals of the Nutmeg family are planning a grand expedition to find the lost treasure of ‘Nick-nak’. To this end they’ve called upon every friend they know to come and join in the adventure of imagination and intrigue! If you have a foal character, then you’re invited! Even if you don’t normally hang around the Nimbusgast lakes, just assume you’re on holiday, we’d love to see you there!

Shenanigans abounds in; The Nut Bunch; Quest for the Crown Jewels.

OOC: Open to any and all foals/fillies/colts who feel like a goonys esk adventure! You don't need to be in the nut family, maybe you're just visiting or something! Lets go have a wild adventure!

"So let me get this straight." The burly Pegasus captain stressed, rubbing his forehead with a gold clad hoof. Before his ornate desk stood two forlorn trainees, both without their armour and looking very worse for wear.

"First, after being specifically requested by her Majesty for chariot duty, you arrive late and miss your departure time. Well, an easy start then. Care to explain?"

Vaguely drawing his hoofs to attention, the first of the two Pegasi privates proffered a well rehearsed reply "Sir, we were experiencing poor weather conditions and delayed departure for her majesty's safety."

"Really," Remarked the weary captain with only a hint of sarcasm. An idol hoof deferred to the heaped papers on his desk "So it wouldn't have anything to do with the sighting of all three of you in, where was it now, 'Pony Joe's Donut Parlor'? No, private, don't even try."

Before either Pegasus could reply, their superior waved a hoof and moved on to the next article on the agenda "So, having departed, late, you then took an unauthorised detour across the Nimbusgait lakes, deviating from all standard safety protocol. I've already taken the liberty of checking the weather reports for the Trottingham plains, so we can discount unexpected tornadoes blocking your path. Unless you'd like to suggest that the 'freak weather' that prevented you from taking off on time followed you for a hundred and fourty miles?"

There was an awkward pause while the two chastised guards shuffled uncomfortably under their commander's gaze.

"Sir, we..." Tried the second Pegasus, mouth flapping for a moment as he tried to phrase a suitable explanation. Finding none, his frame deflated as he delivered the honest truth "We... thought she might enjoy the view."

"Ah, I see. You thought she might enjoy the view." Mirrored the captain, nodding in mock understanding.

"And then for the icing on the cake. You lost control of the chariot, dumping Princess Luna into the aforementioned lake and scattering her belongings over a three mile strech of the Nimbus-Highlands."

A mumbled chorus of 'yes sir's issued from the defeated Pegasus.

"Sir? In our defence, Lun... the princess seemed to think it was funny, at the time I mean."

The commander of the royal guard, Cloudsdale contingent, fixed his stony glare on the two young subordinates. One was bruised and battered on account of still being attached to the chariot when it crashed, the other was covered in trails of duck-weed from his attempts to salvage the Princess's luggage. A fine company of stallions indeed.

Letting out a sigh, the stocky Pegasus continued "In all my years as a guard I have never seen a more shameful display of reckless insubordination, from members of my own contingent no less! I'm surprised you aren't being dragged in front of Princess Celestia herself. As it is, Princess Luna has personally requested that neither be subjected to any formal charges."

Relief spread palpably across the two chastised guards, thankful that at least they’d get to keep their jobs. As the captain contemplated just how many years of manure duty he could legally subject the two, there was a chuckle from the downcast pair.

"Something Amusing you, Private?" Snapped the frustrated comander.

"P-permission to speak freely, sir?" Stuttered the first guard, biting his lip as though trying to stifle a fit of laughter "For the smile on her face? It was still totally worth it."

Athsetics always come at a cost. Sometimes the cost is planned for, other times it turns out to be completely unpredictable. The Nimbusguist lakes were an example of the latter. At first a city comprised entirely of clouds had seemed such a wondrous and outlandish concept. But on the practical side of things, everlasting waterfalls and torrential downpours had to go somewhere. This somewhere turned out to be the long rolling valleys of the Nimbus highland, which had rapidly filled into three enormous lakes.

Though it had been a blow for local farmers, the lakes were a blessing in disguise. Close to a millennia since their genesis, the land around the great lakes had turned from near barren moorland into a flourishing plain of meadows and lush forests. Nestled just below the largest of the three sisters, the Nutmeg family farm unrolled across the gentle hills as a patch work of warm browns and green orchards.

From one of the many scattered farm houses, a trail of dust gradually rose into the still morning air. Along the well worn dirt track, a chestnut paint filly galloped furiously towards the edge of Old Oak forest. She was late.

Exchanging chores with her brother had seemed like such a good idea three days ago, but it had never occurred to the young foal that he might actually hold her to her word. Begging, pleading and whining hadn't changed the situation, so double chores had taken double the time. Now she was very late. Her friends would already be gathered at the club house, waiting for the young Pegasus to arrive so they could set out on a day's adventuring.

Bracken land surrounded the edge of OldOak, remnants of the meandering river that now ran closer to the farm. Between a fork in the lazy river, a large island played host to a distinctive mound formed by fallen trees and a thatch of salvaged branches. Once a long abandoned beaver dam, now the super secret hide out for the past three generations of nut family foals and a plethra of friends from nearby villages. True it was now fairly obviously lived in, picketed as it was with various friendly 'keep out' signs and surrounded by a small garden of wild flowers.

Panting heavily, the Pegasus adjusted her cumbersome saddle bags before cautiously stepping out onto the fallen oak tree that served as the bridge to the small island. Though the filly nearly ended up in the drink several times, oddly she seemed to resist the urge to spread her oversized wings for balance. With a small spring, the foal landed on the sandy island and trotted up to the large upturned wicker basket the served as the hideout's door. Tapping twice on the hanging hollow log, the filly stood back and waited for somepony to lower the door from the inside, quietly mutering a prair to any deiaty that happened to be listening.

"Please don't ask for the password, please don't ask for the password."

There was the sound of shuffling somewhere within the fortress of sticks and a small face appeared within a slot that had been cut into the basket. Deep blue eyes observed her critically from behind a curtain of ebony and ivory forelock.

"Whats the password?"

"Horsefeathers! Macky it's me! You can see it's me, just please open the door."

The half-zebra squinted as tough looking for tell tale signs that the filly beyond was in fact an alien in disguise "That's not the point Peabee. What's the use of having a super-secret hideout, if anypony can enter by saying 'it's me'!"

PeaBee sighed theatrically and scuffed a hoof against the dirt "Fine.. Klaatu. errr Baradah.... Ummmm..." and a fit of exagerated coughing consealed the third word from the world.

"There! I said the password." Announced the foal, "Now will you let me in?"

The distinct shaking of the gate keepers head said otherwise "That dosn't count, you didn't say the whole thing! You've got to say the whole thing or else there's no point-"

"MACKY!" Bristled the pegasus, suddenly a ball of younger-slibling wrath "If ye' de'ne open this door right nah, ah' swear a'll buck t'stripes clean off ya!"

“Oooo nifty.â€Â

At first the filly seemed suitably impressed, ears pricking up at the name of the high flying aerial daredevils. There was something else there though, a recognition in the eyes at the strained counterfeit smile.

“I haven’ heard of her an’ I didn’ understand any of that last bit, but it sounded ‘fast’!â€Â

Oddly, Peabee’s smile seemed to stretch even further, almost as though she were trying to out-grin the other Pegasus. Quiet suddenly, the foal burst into laughter, apparently tickled by something Tempest couldn’t see.

“You look like you’ve got a sour bean under your tong! So where do they live normaly? Maybe I can go find them after the storm clears.â€Â

At the unicorn’s apology, Peabee’s face seemed to light up like a miniature sun. True, the filly was somewhat confused that Max was trying to run away from his family, given how desperate she was to return to hers. But he had apologised for being mean and that was the important thing. “See, I knew you couldn’ be that bad, Mister Rockefilly! You’re just a lil’ grumpy that’s all.â€Â

Satisfied that all was once again right in the world, the Pegasus foal turned her bright smile back to Tempest, prancing over to the weather pony with an air of achievement.

“Umm, so who could take the message? Only, the sooner I can get it too them the less time they’ll have for threppin’. OH! I’m Peanut Butter by the way. But my friends call me Peabee.â€Â

Sophie looked down at the shallow waters of the stream uncertainly. By the look of her over enthusiastic friend, the water was barely thigh deep, its slowly undulating surface so brilliantly pure that it reflected every ounce of sunlight seeping through the canopy above.

With some hesitation, the mare carefully approached the reed covered bank, shaking the traffic cone from her head before dipping a hoof into the glass like surface. As she touched the pebbly riverbed, a shiver ran through her whole body as the soothing waters peeled away the encrusted dirt from her long trek and massaged the nutmeg fur around her ankle. Fears somewhat dispelled, Sophie ventured out a little further, angling herself upstream and sinking to her knees with a contented sigh.

The stream idly flowed around the Pegasus, spreading through every feather and caressing muscles who’s pained cries she had tried to ignore for so long. True it was cold, but not shockingly so, just enough to steal away the heat from her sore joints and sooth her matted hide. Dipping her nose below the water line, she took a few grateful gulps before submerging her face completely, allowing the stream to practically envelop her weary form.

This, right here, was the good life.

Shaking out her mane, Sophie looked around to her two friends with a wide honest smile.

“This? This right here? This is paradise.†She pronounced, taking the opportunity to gulp down more of the fresh spring water, regardless of what her Guide coach had taught her about ‘dead sheep up stream’. Something hanging across the other bank caught her eye, causing the filly to tilt her head in confusion.

“Do you think we’re far from Ponyville?†questioned the Pegasus “Only I'm begining to think this is the Everfree forest."

Gingerly the mare got to her hooves and walked a few feet up streem untill she could see clearly around the next meandering bend in the river.

Gawping at the retreating unicorn, Peanut Butter seemed to bristle with impotent wrath. Initially she had put down his harshness on the train down to irritation at the filly’s unwelcome interruption, but now she was genuinely regretting her decision to find the Manehattenite. The young foal recognised a 'real' insult when she heard one despite her age.

As Maximilian sat down and began to count out a pile of bits, the filly trotted over and stood in front of the mound.

“...That really wasn’t very nice Mister Rockyfilly.â€Â

Peabee stared at the brash business pony with an expression that was difficult to read. Lacking any sort of childish pout or glower, it wasn’t a look of contempt so much as disappointment, as though the older unicorn had failed some sort of unspoken test. The filly's brother, Cashew, had faced this look many times before; it was that ‘you crossed the line, mister’ look that scared the hay out of big brothers everywhere.

“I think you should apologise to her. Right now.â€Â

Still visibly shaken by the storm and now worried that the older Pegasus’s outburst was aimed at her, Peabee seemed to curl inwards while the rant played out. However when it became clear that the weather maiden’s quarrel was not with the foal herself, she trotted up to the wide window of the store and looked out into the street. Outside an ocean of tiny white balls were bouncing off the glass panes, covering swathes of ground in odd little patterns as it quickly melted.

A breath of wonder passed the young fillies lips, thankful for the shelter the grand village hall was providing. Thoughts of her parents’ immanent discovery resurfaced among the hollow pink of frozen rain beyond the glass.

“Excuse me, miss weather pony?†The foal asked, shooting the irate Rockefilly a worried glance while trying to sound polite as she addressed the despairing Pegasus “Umm this is gona sound strange, but do you know how to get a message to a train?â€Â

Max cursed his luck, stuck in some hick town without his luggage. He couldn't wear the same clothes more than once, much less two days in a row! His internal ranting continued, until a small Pegasus managed to snatch his attention away from himself.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her quizzically. She massacred his name, probably due to the large object she held in her mouth.

"It's Rockefilly. Maximilian Rockefilly jr. Don't speak with your mouth full..."

Max would've continued to correct the pint sized Pegasus, but he had finally recognized the large object in the excitable equine's grasp.

"My suitcase!"

Joy surged through his body, but quickly dissipated when he noted its condition. Dented, scuffed, dirty, covered in Pegasus spittle; it was NOT pristine. "How did you get that? And what did you DO to it?"

Ever hopeful, Peabee lifted the heavy luggage onto its wheals and massaged her jaw. She was an odd little thing. Not much taller than the case she had been dragging, with paint coat and pigtailed mane that spoke volumes about her country upbringing. Most peculiar were her wings. Young Pegasus foals generally had small fluffy ones, unsuited for flying long distance but more than enough to get airborne until they fledged. In contrast, Maxx could see fully formed flight feathers poking out from under her droll hoof-knitted coat and out over her rump, easily twice the size of any normal foal her age, if not more.

“Well I saw you get’in off the train an’ your bag was still there in the room, an’, so I thought I’d bring it to you... T’make up for before?†She answered, with a worried smile that, while genuine enough, did nothing to hide the look of desperation in her drying eyes.

"Well, you certainly did..." Max trailed off, more curious than upset. His eyes stopped when he noticed her wings, and a few silent moments of contemplation followed; much to the chagrin of the filly. When he finally did speak, it was about something different. "Didn't your train leave?"

Sympathy or concern wasn't in his nature, and he spoke nonchalantly to the desperate young Pegasus.

“I...when I could’n find you, I when outside an’... ah’didn’ know it would go that quick, an’â€Â

Choking back a sob, Peabee rubbed her eyes again as a familiar blurriness heralded the return of tears.

“So - so I brought you’re case cus’ I didn’t know what else to do.†Gradually filly seemed to be descending into an all out rambling-panic, glancing about the unfamiliar street as though the world were darkening around her... Which oddly enough appeared to be the case. Thunder heads were gathering beyond the station, casting a long all engulfing shadow that crept slowly towards the heart of the small town.

“An’ I’m gona be in so much trouble when Mama notices I’m gone, an’ Daddy will get angry, an’ with Mama’s Mitherin’ they’ll end up threpin’ ag’in cus’ they’ll think ah’v done this on purpose but it was an Accident, I swear!â€Â

At this last statement the foal’s frantic eyes snapped back to the well dressed unicorn, leaning forwards in search of some iota of reassurance or understanding.

“Please Mister Rockyfelly, I don’t know what to do.â€Â

Maximilian sighed, not only was his luggage ruined, but he now had a filly to look after. She got lost trying to help him out, and his first inclination was to grab his bags and leave; but even the hardened business pony couldn't refuse to help the poor Pegasus. Max noticed the panic on her face, and he knew that the oncoming storm wouldn't help her nerves.

Max looked down and tried his best to sound reassuring. He had to be gentle, so he made sure not to correct the young pony for once again mispronouncing his name.

"Well, you have my thanks. I'll make sure you get back to your parents safe and sound. But first,†Continued the businesspony, eyeing the chaotic scene rapidly developing behind the small Pegasus “let's get inside like that nice weather Pegasus' is telling us to."

Relief gave way to confusion. Peabee turned around to face the oncoming thunderheads, ears flattening as a flash of lighting arched over the roof tops and filled the world with the resonating thunder. From out of the tempest, a lone Pegasus was plunging towards the pair in a frantic headlong dive, yelling at the top of her commanding voice.

Shrinking back, fear gripped the filly’s jelly like legs and rooted her to the spot. She could bearly make out what the newcomer was yelling, only turning to move when the Pegasus started to push her towards the buildings. Maximilon was already well ahead of them, walking with a calm sense of purpose with his dishevelled suitcase bobbing along close behind. Braking into a gallop, the filly ran up beside him and all three climbed the stairs of the hall just as a sheet of hail began to bounce across the grass covered street.

Trembling, Peabee stared disbelievingly out of the door “Chuff me fish an’ chips where did tha’ come from??â€Â

--Combination post by Bannhammer and CherryRie--

Oooo nifty! Okay, so far so good. You have the flare and you seem to have gotten a grasp of basic shape and joint movement. I think what you need to focus on now is a skeleton to build these characters from, rather then running straight for the finish line

Here’s the meat. Any object, no matter how complicated it seems, can be broken down into more basic shapes that still represent the finished image. All you need to do is start by braking down a pony into its core shapes. This can actually be kind of tricky as you're probably used to trying to create the finished picture on a first draft, altering and altering until you get something that looks close enough. However, working with simple shapes allows you to then build on a sturdy base. You ‘know’ this posture should look right because rather than relying on your hands doing exactly what you want, you’re letting the brain build up the picture from the simplistic to the complex.

Good example!

Slightly more advanced

Try a simple exercise first; focus only on just the body shape, not details like the mane, eyes, mouth etc. Build lots and LOTS of these stick-fugre esc ponies until you can just randomly doodle one without thinking about it (this'll happen quicker then you think so long as you deliberatly keep it basic). Don't set you're self the goal of 'draw this pony' as then you endup getting disheartened if it dosn't come out right. Just doodle doodle doodle without a care in the world for what the result is. Don't be afraid to go over lines, also don't rub out anything as you can only lern from your mistakes. Try using pen too! Permanacy adds a whole new dimention to doodling and gets you out of the zone where you fear something going wrong. Eventualy you'll endup knowing what the shape feels like and will find yourself adding more substance without worrying about proportions or posture.

Before you know it you'll be churning out sheets like this:

See that image at the top left? Look at how loose the shape are! They're so fluid, just basic guides rather then bluepints. Never be afraid to over draw, just keep going. I've ended up with entire pages in my sketch book full of solid ink circles before, just to get the feel for the motion and how each size of cicle feels.

I think you show potential, but need to refine your work using this burst of inspiration you're experiancing at the moment. Ride the wave!

For more tutorials, have a look at the Tutorialpage on Ponychan

FYI; none of these tutorials are mine and I truely wish I was as good as some of the artists that drew them

I really like the outline for this character, he seems like he'd be really fun both to play and to intreact with.

While I can't say for sure I'm pretty certain this should be okay to go, though before it did I'd just like to raise a query.

You've mentioned that quite a few of his likes/dislikes surround music, which is fine given that it's his field, but is that really all that defines him as a personality? Anything in particular he dosn't like about other ponies? Personality traits or habits that get on his tac. Are there certain traits he's enamoured too, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud? Or other actives that add a little more to the pot, while not being central to his character.

Then again from what you describe its sounds like he's one of those 'cool guys' that everypony just gets along with, which to be honest might be fine by its self

What I’m getting at is, the app reads like a surface biography in a music mag, which isn’t a bad thing as it emphasises a wonderful strength of personality and zeal for his art. But who is the real the real Power Cord beneath this passionate musician’s exterior? Any comment *holds up the mic*

‘Dear diary; JACKPOT!’

Had she not been concentrating on her reactions, Cherry’s smile would have exploded right then and there.

“Well, I am in the market for work, I’d love to help out.â€Â

A twitch visibly ran across the Filly’s face as she mentally kicked herself for that additional comment. Mental exhaustion was still nipping at her faculties, allowing old habits to creep around her defences. She had to make herself available without coming across as free labour or sounding desperate. For now a roof and food would be good payment until she could rustle up some bits to head for Canterlot.

“Ahem, yes, well my name's Cherry Dawn. I usualy work as a weather mare, but there dosn't seem to be much call for that around here. If you need the help for now, bed n’ board would be fine as payment for me, at least until I can find something more solid to bring in a few bits.â€Â

Heh, no worries, I can't even edit video at all

I HAD to link this.

So much opertunity.. replaced by a loop gif. This makes me

Looking good Robbie! I've linked up this app with the family thread, hope the colour's right ^^,

Let me be the first to say; OHMYGOSHSOCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE

One of the key virtues needed in any qualified parent is patience. Not just any old patience, but the kind that you could forge horse shoes on. True, the journey to the great city of Manehatten had been something of an adventure for young Peanut Butter and her brother, captivated as they were by the experience of their first train ride. Sadly the same could not be said of the three day return venture.

With the holiday over and the initial dizziness out of the way, boredom had cut its teeth and the foal’s attention span had been reduced to that of a hyperactive gerbil. There were only so many games of eye spy she could take before the inevitable ‘where are we now?’ ‘s and ‘are we there yet’ ‘s began in earnest. In contrast her brother was acting far more respectably, quietly laid out on his bunk with his nose in a copy of ‘Harvey Trotter and the Stable of Ambiguity’. While the book was at least interesting, the colt’s present quietus had more to do with the filly’s constant attention seeking and less to do with literary pursuits. His own energy supply having caved about ten minutes after lunch.

“Honeynut,†Remarked a large auburn stallion from behind a paper and smoking pipe “Your mother told you only two minutes ago, it’s still another day to Trottin’ham. Now please, settle down.â€Â

Though his tone sounded final, it didn’t seem to have all the much effect on the paint pony’s restlessness, the filly shuffling her hooves and twitching wings irritably. It had been a short but hectic holiday, with so much to see and little time to spare. By the time they had boarded the train the leave the little filly had been utterly shattered. But with a whole day of rest under her belt, PeaBee’s head was ablaze with the amazing memories she’d accumulated over the past week. Subsequently the Filly was basically a small fuzzy ball of perpetual energy that not even her enduring brother could keep up too.

Letting out a resolutely dramatic groan, the pony tussled on her bunk a little before swinging herself out onto the floor and approaching the sliding door to their cabin.

“Peanut.†Came her mother’s warning voice, eyes in the back of her head watchful as always “Where are you going, young lady?â€Â

With a smile as thick as school custard, PeaBee looked back as the door retreated from her path "To see a pony about a dog?â€Â

Giggling profusely at her mother’s expression, the filly skipped off into the corridor, just as the squeal of brakes announced the their arrival in Ponyvill.

Seemingly sensing his wife’s gaze attempting to penetrate his morning broad sheet, the work horse shrugged and casually took a draw on his pipe. “Don’t look at me. It’s your father she gets it from.â€Â

--

Conveniences visited, the filly was stood patiently waiting out the throng of disembarking ponies. She didn’t pay much attention to the other passengers, though one did warrant her consideration. Smartly dressed in a trim suit, a very ‘proper’ unicorn wandered on past at the back of the crowd. While she didn’t know the stallion in person, the Pegasus foal recognised him from earlier in the day, when she had thought his cabin a suitable spot to hide from her pursuing brother. Suffice to say the pony had not taken kindly to the giggling filly interrupting his peaceful solitude and had ‘escorted’ her back to her parent’s compartment with more than a few firm words.

Briefly, as she started wandering back to the shared room, the filly wondered why the unicorn seemed to be so bad tempered. Grandpa would say ‘he had a stick up his rump’ but she hadn’t noticed one when he walked past. The cabin the solitary traveller had occupied was now empty bar a suitcase and lay open to the rest of the world.

Suitcase?

The stranger had left his stuff behind! Somewhere in the back of her mind, a wheezy old voice insinuated that the upmarket stallion was likely used to having others carry them for him. Ignoring her grandpa’s mutterings, PeaBee ran up to the window that overlooked the station platform. Seeing the unicorn’s flank disappearing down the far stairs the filly’s heart leapt as the obvious opportunity presented itself. A chance for her to make up for her earlier shenanigans and a good deed all rolled into one! Daddy would be so proud of her.

Without pausing to think, the foal butted the large case onto the floor, grabbed its handle in her teeth and began to drag it towards the exit. Little wheels on the base made pulling the case allot easier as she found a good purchase and cantered down the corridor, a conductor pony stepping aside to let her off. With a series of cringe worthy bumps to the expensive luggage, PeaBee rattled her way down the stairs where she’d last seen the unicorn and dragged the heavy case out into the grass covered courtyard beyond. There were a lot of ponies out here but none of them looked like the stallion she was seeking. Surely he couldn’t have gone that far? Maybe if she could ask somepony to give the case to him?

The little filly was right in the middle of deciphering the complicated name on the case tag when a loud whistle made her look up suddenly. Dread like she had never experienced swept her small form. Before she could think her legs were propelling her like a rocket back into the station. Through the ticket stall, barging past ponies, belting up the stairs and running right to the end of the platform... just as the back of the train disappeared from sight around a bend.

Peanut butter, a Pegasus foal barely of school age, sat back on her haunches with mouth agape and pupils shrinking to dots of horror.... she’d been left behind. The train ponies had gone without her. She was alone, on a cold platform, in the middle of a strange town with only her coat for company.

She...

Was...

LOST!

A conductor pony was walking back to his booth on the platform when he noticed the small filly sat alone at the far fence, staring dejectedly up the empty tracks.

“Everything okay there, young miss?†He called over, concerned that the filly seemed to be without accompaniment.

“Yes.†PeaBee croaked in reply without turning around “Umm, when’s the next train to Trottingham?â€Â

The conductor stroked his wispy beard with a hoof “Ahh well, their doing some work on the line this week, so there’s not going to be another along this line for at least another few days. Sometime next week she’ll open up again.â€Â

Silence followed his statement, broken by the filly’s oversized wings hitting the paved station floor with a sorry slap. Stepping closer the stallion tired to get a look at the foals face, seeing that it was a picture of terror punctuated by her saucer like eyes now brimming with tears.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?†He asked in genuine concern.

“Ah-Ah-A’m... Ah gota go!†blurted the filly before suddenly turning on hoof and galloping full out down the platform back into the courtyard. Eyes burred by tears franticly searched the unfamiliar faces of the ponies outside, her tummy gurgled with threatening nausea and her chest was tight with barely contained sobs. Familiar colours of a square box caught her panicked attention; the case was laying a few feet away having been knocked on its side.

Quickly she gripped the handle in her teeth again and began to pull it along, ignorant to the stains the grass would likely cause. Whoever this case belonged too, they were better than asking a total stranger in a strange town for help. Asking for help though was exactly what the filly ended up doing, queering several passersby if they’d seen where the smartly dressed unicorn had been going.

Thankfully a couple on a bench had spotted her quarry and within a few minutes PeaBee was staring down a main street of the town. The unicorn was stood looking around confusedly, as though not entirely sure where he was. Rubbing the tears from her face with a fore hoof, the foal looked back down at the tag attached to her precious cargo, squinting to carefully read the long words.

“Mister...Rokaa... Rokaaahhfilljer? Mister Rocky-filljar?†She shouted, hoping for a reaction from the smartly dressed town pony. Clamping her jaws back around the thick handle, Peabee started dragging the cumbersome baggage towards the unicorn again, calling out from around the bit. “Mif-tu Ruukyrullga’! Ou’ ‘orgot ourr ‘ace!"

YAY Kalpira!! HAftyBuffday!

Oh wow, the I/O ports, she has them all XD Have you submitted these to EqD at all?

Very nifty Sage, can't wait to see what you come up with next ^^

You said, 'She's the milkstailions.' Our survey said? Dingdingding You are correct sir!