Glimmer was bouncing off the walls. Literally. "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!" She repeated over and over again, flying around and hopping around the room with glee. Her big child eyes wide with so many emotions that one would get a headache trying to figure out which one was which. She had gotten to the train very early with all of her luggage. When her mother said she had managed to get her into a real live fashion show she never expected this! It was a dream come true. She could learn the ways of fashion from the masters! She felt ready to die from joy! "Glimmer...calm down....please." Her older brother, Razor, groaned. A large bump on his head. Glimmer stopped and giggled, "I'm sorry big brother. This is just so exciting! EHHHH!" She hopped up and down again. "Yeah yeah. Fun. Now...could you get me out of this sack!?" He asked harshly. His head sticking out of a burlap sack. Glimmer stopped and looked at him with a glare, "Do you promise not to run away?" "Are you going to hit me over the head again?" He asked. Glimmer smiled, "No. But that doesn't really answer the question." Razor groaned, "I don't see why I have to be here." Glimmer smirked and looked her brother right in the eyes next, tears forming, "Do....don't you want to spend time with me?" She sniffed. Razor grunted and bit his tongue, "I...I don't...alright you win. I'll stay!" He sighed in defeat. "YEAH!" Glimmer said and hugged him around the neck, purring as she rubbed her head against his. 'I'm such a sucker.' Razor thought. Glimmer let him go, "Oh I'm gonna look around the train. I'll be back in a bit." She ran off, hoping to see who else would be here. "Hey wait...," Razor called, "I'm...still...in the bag." But she was gone. He groaned and stared at the wall.