Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2012 23:05:25 GMT -6
It had been quite a while since Braeburn was last in Ponyville, too long for his liking. He had planned on being at the most recent family reunion, but his duty to Appleoosa couldn't have been set aside at the time, even for a few days. As luck would have it, a sudden trip he was taking for business matters lead right past Ponyville. Sticking true to his family's tradition, he couldn't pass by without stopping by to say hello. While he was in town there was also a bit of business he could conduct, if only he knew where to go.
The workhorse hadn't been in town to look around since he was a foal. As he grew older he would just make a bee-line from the train station to Sweet Apple Acres, but now that he needed something he was finding himself at a loss of where to go. A lot of the buildings looked very similar, like they were the natural background of the town, but a few stood out amongst the others. There was a sweet shot that looked like an honest to goodness gingerbread house, and there was another building that seemed to have been built in a hallowed out tree. None of them looked like what he was looking for.
After an hour of getting lost in the town Braeburn broke down to ask directions. A mare with a light coat and rose-colored mane gave him the directions he needed to get where he needed to go from her flower shop. Now he stood in front of a building that he would not have expected to sell clothing. He was suddenly aware of the grass stains around his hooves from walking through damp grass, and the desert dust that seemed to cling to him all the time. Could one of his cousin's friends really work here?
Braeburn shook out his coat and shuffled his feet on the doormat to safeguard against tracking in any dirt before entering Carousel Boutique. He heard a set of bells jingle to signal the arrival of a customer. The inside of the building was as fancy as the outside of it, and suddenly his weathered hat, vest, and saddlebags felt heavier. They had seen blazing sun, chilling rain, sweat, sandstorms, and stood up against everything nature had decided to throw at him. The clothing here looked like it would have long since been torn and scattered to the winds if exposed to a fraction of what his normal clothing endured.
Oh well, if his cousin could admit to liking some of the dresses she got from here, he'd give it a shot. "Ah don't mean to be a bother, but are you 'round Miss Rarity?" he called out as he let his eyes look around the boutique.
The workhorse hadn't been in town to look around since he was a foal. As he grew older he would just make a bee-line from the train station to Sweet Apple Acres, but now that he needed something he was finding himself at a loss of where to go. A lot of the buildings looked very similar, like they were the natural background of the town, but a few stood out amongst the others. There was a sweet shot that looked like an honest to goodness gingerbread house, and there was another building that seemed to have been built in a hallowed out tree. None of them looked like what he was looking for.
After an hour of getting lost in the town Braeburn broke down to ask directions. A mare with a light coat and rose-colored mane gave him the directions he needed to get where he needed to go from her flower shop. Now he stood in front of a building that he would not have expected to sell clothing. He was suddenly aware of the grass stains around his hooves from walking through damp grass, and the desert dust that seemed to cling to him all the time. Could one of his cousin's friends really work here?
Braeburn shook out his coat and shuffled his feet on the doormat to safeguard against tracking in any dirt before entering Carousel Boutique. He heard a set of bells jingle to signal the arrival of a customer. The inside of the building was as fancy as the outside of it, and suddenly his weathered hat, vest, and saddlebags felt heavier. They had seen blazing sun, chilling rain, sweat, sandstorms, and stood up against everything nature had decided to throw at him. The clothing here looked like it would have long since been torn and scattered to the winds if exposed to a fraction of what his normal clothing endured.
Oh well, if his cousin could admit to liking some of the dresses she got from here, he'd give it a shot. "Ah don't mean to be a bother, but are you 'round Miss Rarity?" he called out as he let his eyes look around the boutique.