Move Along Day [Closed]

[Manestream]

~Lampwick "Flicker" Jane~

Dawn was just coating the frame of the mountains nearby, slowly covering and warming them like a warm blanket sweeping over the land. They glowed with the early attention, letting the warmth trickle over them, pour through the valleys and trails that wound between them, and fill the land with glinting morning dew. Through trees it wound, and eventually, it found the rustic building it had searched for. Sunlight painted the wall, bled into the window sills, overtaking the lone building in a warm flash, leaving it at the bottom of a river of morning sunshine as day continued to crash onward.

Inside the top room of the wayward inn, dust motes danced around a lazy hoof hanging in the air- lazily floating and falling in the glow of morning as it beamed through the window. The lone hoof stretched out like a branch for the nearby bed, collecting the morning motes as they settled until finally, seemingly carrying one mote too many, the leg kicked- the motion sending the motes into a flurry of motion amidst the morning rays again. The motion had also shifted the haphazard layers of blankets that swathed, draped, hung, and covered the form beneath them. Bits of tan colored fur, hooves, and milk chocolatey-brown mane stuck out in seemingly impossibly array, making it difficult for anypony entering the room to believe another living pony resided within the tangled mass. The muffled sounds of snoring and sleep made it even harder to believe.

The body shifted and snorted; and for a long moment that threatened to break the fragile morning peace the room held its breath. Even the rays of light held their place, shimmering, but afraid to move and risk waking the blanket-beast. An ear flicker here. Movement of a hoof there. The snuffle of a muzzle against pillows somewhere lost inside- then finally the rhythmic breathing of sleep filled the room again- the gentle rise and fall of the blankets found their pace, and the sifting through the window began to crawl along the floor again. It made its way across the small room taking over small inch by inch of the room as it stretched itself towards the wall.

Finally dawn had reached the cusp of the wall, it had succeeded so far in making its way across the entire room without stirring the life within- and today, maybe today, was the day it would climb the wall before she woke up- just perhaps today would be the day that Lampwick slept in! Taking a moment to gather its strength, the dawn light seemed to take a cautioned breath of a pause- then it began to reach- just another fraction of an inch and it would climb the wall! It reached its tendrils upward toward the wall- and just as it began to shimmy up it a large shadow filled the room, completely obliterating its progress.

With a mighty buck the tangled knot of blankets were expelled from the bed to fall unceremoniously against the far wall. Two hind-hooves stretched out into the middle of the room, one at a time, from elevated perch of the bed. Stretching turned into a few bounced kicks as Lampwick threw off the covers of sleep like they were but thin blankets. Letting out one telling yawn, the only suggestion she had slept at all, she shook her coat, mane and tail out, snapping the rest of her sleepy body into shape quicker than a Pegasus could stomp out a lightning bolt. Her ears perked and she did a few quick excited circles of chasing her tail while searching the room- finding her satchel tucked under a few stray blankets from the night she quickly nipped it up into her grasp and made her way to the door. Hoofing it open she almost bolted right through- but instead she gave a momentary pause to look back at the room that had been hers since she was a filly. There were many rooms in the inn- but this one would always be hers. The room was mostly plain- no different than the other rooms in the inn. Yet here and there was something ordinary, brought from some distant land. A remnant of a piece of fabric. A carving that hung on the wall. Most of these would mean nothing to most anypony; but here was where the few treasures Lampwick kept stayed. Home was always in her heart- she was always on the move and never settled for long; but here a few pieces of her heart stayed. Lampwicks eyes moved to a small box, that had lain open, exposing a small lock of mane tied together with a white ribbon. She gave the briefest of smiles- the kind that betrayed the emotion in her heart, before turning away from the room and hoofing her way down the stairs. Nopony else was awake yet, but her hooves thundered all the same down the short staircase. All she could think of was her plans for the day. She smiled again, this time a brave smile as thought to herself:

“Day Three! Move Along Day!”

[RoyalDice]

The light of his horn slowly dimmed as the small colt put the scroll back into his saddlebag. As catious as the colt was, the flap of the saddlebag safely over his valueable saddlebag and the bag itself tightly strapped around the colt's flank. After having read through the same map again and again, he thought he could now atleast remember where he had to go, for longer than five minutes! Having had a lenghty trip already behind him, made the colt wonder if he was still going the down the right path. He took a long gander along the plains and sighed. It was so peacefull, so idyllic, so quiet. The young assistant gave the image a soft grin, a grin he had tried to take over from Brazil's trademark grin, sadly it was nearly impossible to fake such smugness, such slyness and such cleverness! Well, that, and him getting all the mares with that smirk of his!

Trotting a little bit further into the direction he assumed he had to go, made the colt face a building, which looked like an inn. Thinking about it a bit, he decided he needed some valuable rest. Besides, his stomach was grumbling, and who can argue with your own stomach? A short chuckle later, he was trotting towards the inn with a small grin on his face. His stomach had made it clear it needed attention, so he tried to make it to the inn as fast as his legs could carry him, together with the saddlebag dangling from his back. To reassure himself, he looked back at the bag with confidence. A sort of confidence he usually lacks, which would probably fade soon.

After a swift look at the inn and the sound of somebody - or something, at the sound of it - quickly making its way down the stairs, the colt started to get a little bit nervous. Survey, the usually big bundle of nerves, knocked onto the door, hoping somepony would open the door for him. The inn itself looked a bit out of place, all the way away from town, yet this wasn't an issue for a colt who hadn't slept in some days! Though that it was soon to be morning again, the colt looked like he was ready to pass out against the door at any time. His stomach, fully agreed with him doing that appearantly, as another hungry growl descended from his belly. ''H-Hello? Is anypony there? I-I'd like to rent a room here, i-if there is any space for me!'' he called out, knocking onto the door for a second time, his weak smile at the ready for whoever was going to open the door for him. But, please, let it be a stallion, pretty please! It's already hard enough to stay calm, now i think a mare would just do no good!