Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 23:33:19 GMT -6
The first day of December, only twenty days away from the darkest night of the year, seemed just like any other. However, the weather was just fine: an acrylic blue sky was sparsely populated with white puffy clouds, and the climate was at a magnanimous medium that felt only ten degrees short of room temperature. There was no true warmth nor any true chill, but a blazing white sun in the middle of the day, no less, gazed down on the large town of Ponyville like the gently appraising eyes of Princess Celestia herself, having been perched comfortably at an apex and waiting to see if something interesting would happen.
Lavender Blossom felt compelled to believe in that patience; the very fact that the sun was at its most crowning point encouraged her to look forward to bright, happy, exciting things in the winter to come. It had not snowed since a few days but it didn't mean that Ponyville, an unfamiliar but welcoming town would not be a winter wonderland. There were lovely, glorious things to do such as making preserves of her favorite fruits, or having a cup of roasted coffee and a slice of butter pecan pie, or reading up on the latest news and pro tips, seemingly useless now, that would become proverbial too late. Unfortunately, that had to wait for now, seeing that there were some other pressing matters the unicorn pony would have to attend to.
A burlap bag with a fading white daisy garden design was slung on Lavender's back, worn from use. Before it had seemed hardy, now it looked beaten down and exhausted. Sometime soon, it was time to get a new one, but even sooner would she put it down on a chair when she got home and went off to find meaningful ways to spend her time at her aunt and uncle's house. The mare had not noticed this peculiar sensation previously, yet now she found weary fabric chafing against her rich lilac coat. This was far from painful, only it was somewhat uncomfortable as it had made her quite aware of many different things, such as the aforementioned awkwardness but also the fact that time was ticking.
Certainly, it had failed to wait for her -- or rather that it would -- seeing that Lavender had wasted some valuable time contemplating and musing over how she spent her day. She supposed it wasn't entirely useless. Although she knew the stop ahead of her: her relatives' townhouse, the young unicorn didn't know what else to do afterwards. Therefore, wouldn't it be good to stop and think for a bit? If one wanted to go somewhere, they only needed to actually determine what their destination is first. Everything else came after, unless if they were wild wanderers with their hearts beating fast and passionately, innate strength coursing through their veins like smouldering liquid fire from the River Phlegmon.
Equally, strolling around in a daze provided an opportune time for the little pony to accidentally bump into some poor stranger. Who would it be?