Post by azure on Jun 30, 2012 13:23:44 GMT -6
Symphony yawned as she woke up, stretching out her long limbs and rolling her head on her neck. Leaping out of bed, the covers flew up into the air, which she corrected in the air with her magic. It had been very late before she had fallen asleep last night, her grandmother had sent her a new painting. It had colors flying everywhere, and beauty was eminent in it, and her mind couldn't have helped but started to create a magnificent ballad that held the meaning that was behind this painting.
Still yawning she trotted over to the kitchen. It was messy, she had tried making a cake yesterday and had made I giant mess. Instead of making herself breakfast, she decided to go and eat something at a restaurants or a dinner. A brush came out from a drawer and started brushing her tail and mane. She hadn't been born with the inclination to maintain her appearance at all time, but it had become expected of her ever since her first performance in Canterlot. She grabbed a pick nick basket, and her little songbird followed her out the front door.
It was still very early in the morning and very few ponies were out and about. Instead of eating inside, Symphony ordered food to go, and put it in a little basket she had brought. Leisurely she walked over to the small grassy field and laid out a blanket and placed the basket on top of it. Opening it she started to eat and the world around her play it's music, and she got herself lost in her own little world.
Still yawning she trotted over to the kitchen. It was messy, she had tried making a cake yesterday and had made I giant mess. Instead of making herself breakfast, she decided to go and eat something at a restaurants or a dinner. A brush came out from a drawer and started brushing her tail and mane. She hadn't been born with the inclination to maintain her appearance at all time, but it had become expected of her ever since her first performance in Canterlot. She grabbed a pick nick basket, and her little songbird followed her out the front door.
It was still very early in the morning and very few ponies were out and about. Instead of eating inside, Symphony ordered food to go, and put it in a little basket she had brought. Leisurely she walked over to the small grassy field and laid out a blanket and placed the basket on top of it. Opening it she started to eat and the world around her play it's music, and she got herself lost in her own little world.
