Apolline Allura Posted April 30, 2012 Report Share Posted April 30, 2012 For hours, Blueprint had walked since leaving home. Her stomach growled, her face was streaked with dried tears, and she had lost the energy to continue cursing as she been doing most of the day. There was something she had to do obviously! But being talented was not the same thing as being self-sufficient. Her grandparents, having given her most of everything she had ever wanted in her life, she looked to others lives, and noted their successes at life. They had all been brought to the wall and managed to make it on their own instincts. For all she was given, room to grow up seemed a bit limited. And now her she was. She didn't even know where she was going, or where she would be going. She had taken off her black sunglasses and stuffed them into her saddlebag, so her heterochromatic eyes would feel less strain, for it was night now.She spotted a tent in the distance, sitting right at the crossroads between her home, Ponyville and Trottingham.'Who in Equestria would camp out at an intersection?' she thought.She approached the tent, and upon further inspection noticed the rather large sign decorated with all manner of lunar shapes and noticed the rather spacious offering of the tent itself."My own world, my own possibilities?" read the mare to herself before snorting. She noticed the crystal balls sitting on the table where she assumed the owner was also sitting at. She trotted up to him and asked. "Sir, is this some sort of fortune tellers place or something? Cause I don't know if you'll catch many customers this time of day...or night, as it were." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bannhammer Posted April 30, 2012 Report Share Posted April 30, 2012 Another day, another unsuccessful scheme. Pistachio Nut trotted down the lonely road, dejected and About ready to call it a life. Only the promise of tomorrow kept him going, and while Pistachio was almost always an optimist, that night he felt a bit lower than usual. Being from the Nut family had perks, but it also carried the enormous weight of tradition. He was supposed to work on the farm, cultivating and growing the product for the family, perpetuating the traditional Nut family existence. Forget the fact that Pistachio wanted no part in it, he wasn't supposed to have a choice. Eventually he ran away, determined to make it on his own, now here he was, one day older and one day closer to going back home.In the distance, a distraction appeared in the form of a tent. Well, maybe somepony else was running a scam, at least he could learn something. The tan pony picked up the pace, eager to get his mind off of the current situation. Anything that could get him to think about something other than his situation was more than welcome.As he finally reached the makeshift structure, Pistachio noticed a few key details. The poor artwork on the front, the dumb premise, and the dismally small number of ponies present. If this was a scam, somepony wasn't trying hard enough!"Hey, what's going on here?"He carelessly flipped open the flaps to the tent and barged in, quickly looking around to assess the place. The Nut saw another pony in the tent with him, and he found himself getting caught up in her appearance before noting what she said."Fortune telling, seriously? Geez, this is the worst scam I've ever seen!"Pistachio quickly looked to the pony in question. "You ARE a fortune teller, right?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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