Sourgrape Posted May 12, 2012 Report Share Posted May 12, 2012 Ah, the Charlot vineyards. Famous for its vast rolling hills full of grape vines, olive tree's and paddocks. In one of the feilds, stood a giant, magically grown vine, that stretched far in to the sky, and dissapeared in to the clouds, where a variety of magical berries and fruits grew with the pure moisture of the clouds. A quaint building lot stood on the edge of the vine feilds where much of the yards production and commercial stages took place, and also acted as home for some of the Ponies that worked there.Sourgrape trotted down the path, returning from one of the bustling grape feilds. A large basket of freshly picked grapes hung from both sides of her back, protected by her large wings that folded neatly over them as a temporary ballance support. Some of the other workers flitted back and forth, chatting happily amongst themselves.Today was a special day. Her parents had had a good buisness year, and to celebrate, they had decided to open up a promotional sampling day, inviting everyone to visit the farm, and try out free samples of the products they had grown, or produced with their buisness partners.Of course, there would also be live presentations and displays on how the products were produced. The stomping room was open for the day, and there were tours running around the lots.While this event was on however, it wasn't a chance to stop working. They were still struggling to get this seasons harvest in, and volunteers were widely appreciated.Sourgrape trotted in to the main courtyard, where it was a little hard to move for all the ponies wandering around. She made a beeline for the storage barn."Only ten more rows to go." Sourgrape thought, with a look of very serious determination on her face. She stretched and gave her wings a shake, before folding them again and then ducking in to the barn, returning moments later with empty baskets.She took a moment to look around the crowds before she returned to work. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dunder Posted May 12, 2012 Report Share Posted May 12, 2012 Dunder Blust had heard of the special day for one of the Canterlot vineyards. All he heard was that they made grape products and that they had a promotional sampling day. He didn't know anypony there and he had never seen any of the farm's products. Maybe he had and just skipped over them, he didn't know. None the less, there was a free party offering free drinks and possibly food and that was enough for him to go.Of course, he had left his sword at home. No reason to be carrying it now, especially at a party where ponies could get extremely uncomfortable and possibly get himself kicked out. He noticed a lot of the workers still hauling in loads of grapes. He hovered for a moment, wondering if he should help... maybe speed things up for them and help them join the party faster. He dove in and landed beside the purple pegasus mare next to a barn. She seemed to be one of the workers for she was carrying empty boxes on her sides. "Hello." Dunder Blust greeted. "I was wondering if you ponies needed help out here in the fields? I would be more than glad to help." Dunder said with a smile. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sourgrape Posted May 13, 2012 Author Report Share Posted May 13, 2012 Sourgrape was about to get back to work, until she heard a voice adressing her. She turned to see Dunder Blust stood near her. She blinked and looked thoughtful for a moment as she took in his question."Well Seniore, we're always looking for people to help, but wouldn't you rather enjoy the festivities?" she asked, looking at all the stores filled with food. Sourgrape wasn't going to say no if he insisted, and knew there were baskets still available for him to use. He looked like he had a strong set of wings on him, and could be of use on the higher vines.With a swish of her tail, Sourgrape turned around and went in to the barn again, returning with another set of baskets."Try these on for size." she said, as she placed them on the ground in front of the Stallion. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dunder Posted May 13, 2012 Report Share Posted May 13, 2012 Seniore? Probably Itailian. He thought. "No, I wouldn't rather join the par while ponies are out here in the feilds breaking their backs in half. I'd rather help those ponies so they can go out to the party themselves." He said as she pushed the baskets in front of him. He pulled them over his head with his forelegs and they fit rather well."Anyway, you're Itailian? That's pretty cool. To be honest, I knew there would at least be a few Itailian ponies here. The grape industry is big for them." He said. He din't think he sounded like he was stereotyping."Anyway, where are we headed? Talking here isn't helping getting the work done." He said as he glanced around at the vineyards. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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