Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2012 7:38:08 GMT -6
Winter had officially begun in Equestria a day ago, and Braeburn could already feel Winter's cold air biting him. It was the early morning, and the difference in weather was very noticeable to the Appleoosan. Unlike his home, Ponyville had a team of Pegasi to control the weather, and the difference in humidity made it a bit more chilly to him. He was used to the drier climate of the desert, and the season changing when it wanted to instead of being made to change on a certain day.
This was far from the first time the golden stallion had walked straight from the train station to Sweet Apple Acres in the winter. Whenever his family passed by Ponyville while traveling, they had always stopped to say hello. Visiting Granny Smith and his cousins had always been a happy occasion. As a colt he'd take off at a full gallop as soon as the farmhouse came into view, but this morning it felt like he had horseshoes made of lead. For the first time he could ever recall, he was not excited to see Sweet Apple Acres.
By the way he figured it, it had been a week since his last letter to his cousin Applejack had arrived. Braeburn had written his cousin to let her know that a certain rainbow-headed Pegasus she knew had wound up all the way in Appleoosa, that things didn't seem well, and that he'd do everything he could to look after her friend. His plan had been to write to Applejack again once Rainbow Dash had looked to be improving to get her to come out, but that was no more. Now he had to deliver the news that he didn't know where she was anymore, and it didn't feel right to give bad news over a letter.
The smell of food got Braeburn to pick up his pace for the final stretch up to the farmhouse. He'd arrived on the early morning train into Ponyville, but with the time spent dragging his hooves he reckoned that breakfast was finishing up. The stallion kicked off whatever dirt had decided to cling to his hooves before stepping onto the porch and giving the front door three sharp knocks. Aside from his usual vest and hat, Braeburn had his saddlebags and new duster with him.
His ears twitched as he tried to listen for the sound of hooves from inside the house. It'd be easy to tell who was coming to the door since everypony that lived there was so different. Granny Smith's would be slow and soft, but her voice would give her away quickly. Big Mac was bigger than him, and all the weight meant a heavier step. Applebloom would be like a rapid pitter patter of steps. He'd been easily excitable like she was when he was a little colt. Braeburn fully intended to catch up with everypony, but he hoped to see Applejack first.
This was far from the first time the golden stallion had walked straight from the train station to Sweet Apple Acres in the winter. Whenever his family passed by Ponyville while traveling, they had always stopped to say hello. Visiting Granny Smith and his cousins had always been a happy occasion. As a colt he'd take off at a full gallop as soon as the farmhouse came into view, but this morning it felt like he had horseshoes made of lead. For the first time he could ever recall, he was not excited to see Sweet Apple Acres.
By the way he figured it, it had been a week since his last letter to his cousin Applejack had arrived. Braeburn had written his cousin to let her know that a certain rainbow-headed Pegasus she knew had wound up all the way in Appleoosa, that things didn't seem well, and that he'd do everything he could to look after her friend. His plan had been to write to Applejack again once Rainbow Dash had looked to be improving to get her to come out, but that was no more. Now he had to deliver the news that he didn't know where she was anymore, and it didn't feel right to give bad news over a letter.
The smell of food got Braeburn to pick up his pace for the final stretch up to the farmhouse. He'd arrived on the early morning train into Ponyville, but with the time spent dragging his hooves he reckoned that breakfast was finishing up. The stallion kicked off whatever dirt had decided to cling to his hooves before stepping onto the porch and giving the front door three sharp knocks. Aside from his usual vest and hat, Braeburn had his saddlebags and new duster with him.
His ears twitched as he tried to listen for the sound of hooves from inside the house. It'd be easy to tell who was coming to the door since everypony that lived there was so different. Granny Smith's would be slow and soft, but her voice would give her away quickly. Big Mac was bigger than him, and all the weight meant a heavier step. Applebloom would be like a rapid pitter patter of steps. He'd been easily excitable like she was when he was a little colt. Braeburn fully intended to catch up with everypony, but he hoped to see Applejack first.