Post by Fleur de Lis on Feb 15, 2016 20:39:30 GMT -6
It had been the oddest train ride of her life. Not that there were loud and aggravating ponies on board, nor that the ambiance was odd. In fact, it had been quite a wonderful ride; those riding the train with her had been rather quiet since most of them were lost in thoughts en route to meet with their special somepony. Furthermore, she had been a small distance away from them; she was alone in a first-class cabin. What actually had made the ride odd was that the other passengers had almost all been batponies. What was even more unsettling was that it had also proven to be the shortest train ride she had ever taken. When she had learned that she had to take the train in order to reach her date’s destination, she had expected having to wait for at least an hour. It had taken ten minutes.
Fleur looked around once again. Surely I must be looking like a tourist, Fleur thought a bit bitterly. And just where in Equestria am I, exactly? Deciding that she was not going to get answers to her many questions, she decided to have a look around the embarking station. In so doing, she had to skirt a small puddle of water that had formed by the constant dripping from above. Fleur took a deep, relaxing breath. Even the air was not as she was used to. She began questioning why civilized people such as the batponies would still live in caves to this day. Part of her already knew why.
She stopped by a sign that she believed she should have spotted much earlier. Now she knew where she was, although she had never been here even though it was indeed relatively close to Canterlot. ‘‘Welcome to Canterlot’s Bat Colony.’’, Fleur whispered as she read the sign. Who would have thought that a place as wonderful-sounding as Tumbling Foam Spa could be found inside a cave, of all places.
Fleur could not help but glance around once again, and she smiled softly. While the general atmosphere of the cave was not exactly to her liking, she could not deny that the view inside was extraordinary. A hundred feet away from the station inside the cave seemed to be a crystal-laden hall that appeared to be the main entrance to reach deeper inside the mountain.
Seeing that nopony had come to greet her, Fleur assumed that her date for the day was to be in the following train… Assuming they were still coming, of course. Or perhaps they had taken the skies and were coming on their own? It seemed rather likely to Fleur, given the pony’s name. Desert Wind. If she was to guess using only what she had at hoof, which was the pony’s name, Fleur thought that her date could very well be a Pegasus; most likely one from further South. The thought didn’t amuse her the least. If there is an accent I simply cannot endure, it is a thick Appleloosian one. Yet, something was gnawing on Fleur’s mind. For more than a week, as soon as she had read her future suitor’s name, she had felt as if she should have known who the pony was. It felt as if she had heard of that pony somewhere. No matter how hard she tried, she simply could not tell why she felt like she should have had; she knew nopony who would have such a name in Canterlot.
In the distance, she heard the distinctive sound of an approaching train. Knowing that she still had a bit more than a minute, Fleur took her pocket mirror out from her royal-purple-leather fashionable saddlebag, and used her magic to brush her mane in case the small journey tampered with it. She also was pleased to see that her makeup was still perfect; she would not have forgiven herself had she not looked her best for a date… Or for anything, for that matter.
As the train came to a stop, Fleur adopted a more regal posture, and smiled softly, yet confidently.
And just how am I going to enjoy my visit to a spa with an apple farmer pony from a desolate place?
Fleur looked around once again. Surely I must be looking like a tourist, Fleur thought a bit bitterly. And just where in Equestria am I, exactly? Deciding that she was not going to get answers to her many questions, she decided to have a look around the embarking station. In so doing, she had to skirt a small puddle of water that had formed by the constant dripping from above. Fleur took a deep, relaxing breath. Even the air was not as she was used to. She began questioning why civilized people such as the batponies would still live in caves to this day. Part of her already knew why.
She stopped by a sign that she believed she should have spotted much earlier. Now she knew where she was, although she had never been here even though it was indeed relatively close to Canterlot. ‘‘Welcome to Canterlot’s Bat Colony.’’, Fleur whispered as she read the sign. Who would have thought that a place as wonderful-sounding as Tumbling Foam Spa could be found inside a cave, of all places.
Fleur could not help but glance around once again, and she smiled softly. While the general atmosphere of the cave was not exactly to her liking, she could not deny that the view inside was extraordinary. A hundred feet away from the station inside the cave seemed to be a crystal-laden hall that appeared to be the main entrance to reach deeper inside the mountain.
Seeing that nopony had come to greet her, Fleur assumed that her date for the day was to be in the following train… Assuming they were still coming, of course. Or perhaps they had taken the skies and were coming on their own? It seemed rather likely to Fleur, given the pony’s name. Desert Wind. If she was to guess using only what she had at hoof, which was the pony’s name, Fleur thought that her date could very well be a Pegasus; most likely one from further South. The thought didn’t amuse her the least. If there is an accent I simply cannot endure, it is a thick Appleloosian one. Yet, something was gnawing on Fleur’s mind. For more than a week, as soon as she had read her future suitor’s name, she had felt as if she should have known who the pony was. It felt as if she had heard of that pony somewhere. No matter how hard she tried, she simply could not tell why she felt like she should have had; she knew nopony who would have such a name in Canterlot.
In the distance, she heard the distinctive sound of an approaching train. Knowing that she still had a bit more than a minute, Fleur took her pocket mirror out from her royal-purple-leather fashionable saddlebag, and used her magic to brush her mane in case the small journey tampered with it. She also was pleased to see that her makeup was still perfect; she would not have forgiven herself had she not looked her best for a date… Or for anything, for that matter.
As the train came to a stop, Fleur adopted a more regal posture, and smiled softly, yet confidently.
And just how am I going to enjoy my visit to a spa with an apple farmer pony from a desolate place?