Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2013 11:25:02 GMT -6
It was a bitterly cold, clear night with an icy wind and no moon or clouds, as though even such celestial objects found it too cold to be out in weather like this. Because of the lack of a moon, the stars were sharp and clear, like little jewels in the velvet black. It was a night where you did not go out unless you absolutely could not avoid it!
So of course, Nya was out. The little zebra had small hope of finding a meal, and to be honest, she wasn't even looking very hard. She thought that she had never been so cold. It troubled her, in a very instinctive kind of way, and with the wisdom of children, she had the idea in her mind that she should keep moving all night and not go to sleep until it got warmer.
Nyarai was passing through the marketplace areas, for at this time, most of the shop windows were dark and dead, the owners gone home. That meant less ponies to make trouble for her. Somehow she didn't feel very capable of dealing with any. Another freezing blast of wind made her shut her eyes and turn a corner. As she did so, she stepped into a puddle of light coming from a window still lit. She looked down at her feet in surprise, and then up at the storefront from where it poured.
Quill's Quills
Not that it told her anything. Nya couldn't read.
She didn't know what kind of shop it was, exactly. A little shop. Nya knew it sold little bottles and large feathers, but why it sold such odd things, or what their purpose might be, she couldn't imagine. The light made her feel just a little warmer now, and curiosity, that ever present spark, made the little foal stand upon her hind feet and look into the shop, wondering why it was alight, bracing herself with front hooves upon the glass.
...leaving dirty hoofprints behind, of course!
So of course, Nya was out. The little zebra had small hope of finding a meal, and to be honest, she wasn't even looking very hard. She thought that she had never been so cold. It troubled her, in a very instinctive kind of way, and with the wisdom of children, she had the idea in her mind that she should keep moving all night and not go to sleep until it got warmer.
Nyarai was passing through the marketplace areas, for at this time, most of the shop windows were dark and dead, the owners gone home. That meant less ponies to make trouble for her. Somehow she didn't feel very capable of dealing with any. Another freezing blast of wind made her shut her eyes and turn a corner. As she did so, she stepped into a puddle of light coming from a window still lit. She looked down at her feet in surprise, and then up at the storefront from where it poured.
Quill's Quills
Not that it told her anything. Nya couldn't read.
She didn't know what kind of shop it was, exactly. A little shop. Nya knew it sold little bottles and large feathers, but why it sold such odd things, or what their purpose might be, she couldn't imagine. The light made her feel just a little warmer now, and curiosity, that ever present spark, made the little foal stand upon her hind feet and look into the shop, wondering why it was alight, bracing herself with front hooves upon the glass.
...leaving dirty hoofprints behind, of course!