Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2014 11:37:18 GMT -6
Ponyville wasn't too large a town. When you grew up there, you started off in a tiny area - your home. As you got older, your world grew, and soon you knew the entire town like the front of your hoof. When some ponies got to a certain age, they felt the town was just too small for them. They'd seen everything there was to see, visited every cafe, bought fun things from every store (or at least looked). There came a point where some ponies found themselves telling their father they were going to Sweet Apple Acres when they had no intention of the sort. There came a point where some ponies instead made their way to the train station and headed off to Canterlot.
One such pony was Diamond Tiara.
She wasn't heading off forever, no, her life was much too enjoyable and carefree for that. She just wanted an exciting day, doing something different. Filthy Rich had taken her to Canterlot a few times, but she'd never been by herself. She wanted to walk down whichever streets she wished, buy whatever caught her eye, bring back something to show off in school the next day. The lie she had told her father, she was surprised he bought it - when did she ever choose to go to Sweet Apple Acres? It was full of blank flanks and crazy grannies. But he had bought it, so she had rushed off, and not too long after, stepped out into Canterlot.
That had been a few hours ago, and the shine was wearing off. Her hooves hurt. She was uncomfortably hot. She had discovered that one of the upsides of living in the same smallish town all your life was that it was impossible to get lost. The same was not true of a place you had just followed your father around in. The first couple of times she hadn't minded - she was there to look around, so what did it matter if she knew the map location of where she was looking? Then it started to get old. Currently standing in front of an art gallery, Diamond Tiara was taking a break. She had planned to do so in a fancy cafe with a cool drink and something completely unhealthy and delicious for lunch, but she had discovered a huge problem: she was out of bits.
How was she going to get lunch? How was she going to get home? She stared unblinkingly at a pony seated nearby with a large glass of something, unaware she was even doing it. The look of it was almost enough to make her drool.
One such pony was Diamond Tiara.
She wasn't heading off forever, no, her life was much too enjoyable and carefree for that. She just wanted an exciting day, doing something different. Filthy Rich had taken her to Canterlot a few times, but she'd never been by herself. She wanted to walk down whichever streets she wished, buy whatever caught her eye, bring back something to show off in school the next day. The lie she had told her father, she was surprised he bought it - when did she ever choose to go to Sweet Apple Acres? It was full of blank flanks and crazy grannies. But he had bought it, so she had rushed off, and not too long after, stepped out into Canterlot.
That had been a few hours ago, and the shine was wearing off. Her hooves hurt. She was uncomfortably hot. She had discovered that one of the upsides of living in the same smallish town all your life was that it was impossible to get lost. The same was not true of a place you had just followed your father around in. The first couple of times she hadn't minded - she was there to look around, so what did it matter if she knew the map location of where she was looking? Then it started to get old. Currently standing in front of an art gallery, Diamond Tiara was taking a break. She had planned to do so in a fancy cafe with a cool drink and something completely unhealthy and delicious for lunch, but she had discovered a huge problem: she was out of bits.
How was she going to get lunch? How was she going to get home? She stared unblinkingly at a pony seated nearby with a large glass of something, unaware she was even doing it. The look of it was almost enough to make her drool.