Filly to Baltimare by Sea (Rose Quartz/Octavia) Feb 15, 2016 20:29:45 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 20:29:45 GMT -6
The carriage stopped. "Right. Off we go, then." She couldn't wait to get out of the carriage, the brick and cobblestone roads rattling her teeth the whole way from the train station. As she hopped out onto the stone ground of the Fillydelphia sidewalk, she took a deep breath of portside industry with a hint of bacteria-enriched water, and made a bit of a froggish face, but quickly straightened herself and checked herself in the carriage mirror. Well done, she thought. Her mane was in proper order, eyes not looking tired, and her mulberry ribbon cravat wasn't the slightest wrinkled.
With that, she straightened her saddlebag at her side, held her head up high, and walked to the appointed location, a gangway at the end of all the commercial ships. She gave a little shiver as she walked in the wet evening air as she glanced around. Normally, she would be clothed, at least partially, with Alicia on her back and the frost of Canterlot on her coat, but now she felt clothed in looks from sailors with teeth that looked to be coated in chew and a neglect for hygiene. Her pleasant look bent dismissive and a foghorn sounded in the distance.
Perhaps the whole affair would prove to be a moment of madness. In retrospect, anything that seemed to be too good to be true would surely prove to be unfortunate. Perhaps the boat would prove to be a passed-on Griffon's creaky fishing floating coffin and her date would turn out to be some sort of drooling wretch from the local inner-city with a loud snort and a persistent belly itch. At that thought, Octavia laughed despite herself. Truly, how horrible was her luck if that would prove to be the case? She neared the right dock back in a sporting spirit after all.