Stuck in the Boondocks [Applejack] Jul 19, 2012 21:03:18 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 21:03:18 GMT -6
"Oh my, this completely dreadful!"[/blockquote]
Blueblood was sitting inside the plush comfort of the royal carriage, or at least what he was now calling the royal carriage. In all honesty it was just a carriage rented from Canterlot to provide him one last bit of luxury before he made his way to his new life in Ponyville. A last gasp of the civilized life he had before...and the stupid wheel broke. But oh, it didn't just break; it broke in the middle of a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Well, there was a farm, but as far as Blueblood was concerned he was in the middle of nowhere.
"Oh hush, it's not that bad. I can fix it up quickly if I had the right tools. That farm up the road probably has some we can borrow."
Oh what a relief. That meant this would all be over and he could be safe and sound within the actual town of Ponyville...relatively. It may not be Canterlot, but it was better than staying out here in the boondocks. Leaning into the plush, the white-haired stallion began to close his eyes when he felt a poke coming from below.
"Did you get the tools already? Are we able to go now?"
"Uh...no. You're going to have to go up there and get them. I have to stay here and watch the cart and your stuff."
The audacity of this commoner! Ordering him, Prince Blueblood and the Royal Surveyor to go fetch the tools of a farmer like he was some kind of errand boy. If this had been Canterlot, he would have made good use of his connections in order to ruin this man's business. But after the incident at the Grand Galloping Galla, his own social influence had waned to the point he would have been the one laughed at and not the carriage driver. Instead of scorn for the man, they would laugh at Blueblood for having fallen so low as to give a commoner the courage to ask such a thing.
Wanting to retain some dignity, however, Blueblood simply pouted and leaned into the plush without even looking at the stallion. Within moments, the ignoring turned into a full on battle of wills as the two glared at each other. Faced with the gritty determination of a carriage driver, however, Blueblood eventually had to relent and begin trudging up the dirt path with the look of defeat. When he returned to power, this carriage driver would pay....for the costs of all the hooficures he was going to need to get all the dirt from these perfectly groomed hooves.
Taking much longer than needed due to the almost tip-hoofing like movement of the royal stallion, Blueblood eventually found himself standing in front of the doorway of the "rustically charming" (as Fancypants would probably call it) home of the owners of this farm. Carefully knocking on the door (to avoid splinters of course), he hoped for an answer.
"Excuse me, but the assistance of the owners of this farm is needed post haste."