The Midnight Train (Silhouette) Jul 17, 2015 17:18:43 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2015 17:18:43 GMT -6
When the train slowed and then stopped at the Ponyville Train Station, another rolling wave of thunder crashed through the skies, covering the sound of the brakes and steam. Synth Pop stirred awake at the jerk felt through the felt seat and looked around as her thinking caught up. The cabin was warmly aglow from the oil lanterns, the contents of their reservoirs wobbling. For a moment, she remained just looking at them, then without thought, her eyes went to the window. Rain fell on the glass in splashes, and the ponies starting to disembark lit up melted in frames of lightning flashes, resigned to the soaked. It'd be a positive experience for the drunks ... and maybe for herself.
At her first step off the platform into the Ponyville night, she glanced to the face of the conductor lit by another flash, and then she entered the light shock of the tepid rain, the water immediately coating the lenses of her sunglasses. By the time her hooves sunk into the muddy path leading into the town, her hooves under two inches of water, she was already soaked, her bag heavy with filling and emptying water. Unlike the other disembarking ponies, most of whom were long out of sight, scrambling away, she walked like it was the first day of Spring, her legs parting the water with no more splash than drifting logs. Her ears fell to cover their insides from the rain, her tail trailed limp, but she looked ahead, awake, alert, and unhurried.
The Inn she made her reservations at was deeper into the town and by the marketplace. The coming days, perhaps she would find that the saturated air of Ponyville would loosen something, something she could work with. The path virtually illegible in the rain and through her lenses, she wandered off the path, emerging in an unfamiliar part of Ponyville, her view of drowning backyard gardens and closed shutters. She walked between houses, hearing nothing still but the thunderstorm soaking and bouncing from wood, thatch, ratting glass, and the squawks of unseen chickens, and then found a road. It wasn't familiar. Nevertheless, she looked to the right and continued her walk. How long could somepony stay lost in Ponyville, after all?