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- >"Ahl' right, Granny, Big Mac, Ah'm off to the market. See ya'll later".
- >Said Applejack, as she began towing her cart full of apples down the road.
- >"Okay, dear".
- >"E'yup".
- >...
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- >You're about ten minutes from the village...
- >Now safe from the dangers of the forest, you're walking across the plains. There is a light breeze coming from the mountains to the north west.
- >...One mountain in particular catches your eye. It towers above the surrounding mountains and hills, and looks rather mean and foreboding. At its highest point, it reaches beyond the clouds.
- >Below it, is a long mountain range that stretches for miles.
- >You can't see what lies beyond. Wildlands, you imagine.
- >As your field of view shifts back to the village, you hear something about twenty yards behind you.
- >It sounds like gentle footsteps, and two rather creaky wheels.
- >You look over your shoulder.
- >It's the orange horse from the farm. Still pulling a cart, full of apples, with no difficulty.
- >Now much closer than before, you can clearly see that this horse is indeed wearing a hat.
- >And, at this distance, it looks less like a horse, and more like a pony, standing at just over four feet. And a mare, at that.
- >...But even then, she still doesn't look quite like any pony you've ever seen.
- >Her eyes are huge, for starters. Her general shape is the same, but more...round, in comparison.
- >She's smiling, too.
- >And, this pony is still all alone. No farmer. No rider.
- "Where am I...?"
- >You whisper.
- >The orange pony is only a few feet behind you, now.
- >As the distance between the two of you closes, you turn your gaze slowly towards her.
- >She angles her head towards yours, and your eyes meet.
- >Her eyes are rather large, together occupying about half of her face. Each eye consists of a prominent black pupil, and a green iris. Behind each eye, are three white freckles.
- >As you make eye contact, you feel a sentience beyond anything possessed by even the highest of the earth's creatures.
- >...She is not a mere animal.
- >For a moment, silence. And then-
- >"Howdy, stranger!"
- >...!
- "Uhh...."
- "Hello, there."
- >The pony.
- >She talked.
- >She sweeps her eyes across you for a moment.
- >"From the looks of yeh, ahm' guessin' yer' not from 'round these parts. What brings yeh here, if yah don't mind mah askin'?"
- >She seems rather jolly and welcoming...
- "You guessed right. I'm not sure how, but I seem to have lost my way, and now, I... don't know where I am."
- >You reply, to the talking pony.
- "And, I was hoping I could find some assistance in that village."
- >The pony looks at you, then at the path, then towards the forest in the distance, then back to you.
- >"Ehhh, yah don't happen tah live out there in the Everfree Forest, do yah?"
- >Says the pony, with a look of mild concern.
- "Uhm, no, I don't. I've never set foot in that forest until today."
- >"Hm?"
- "Somehow, I just... Wound up there. I'm not sure how."
- >The mare's momentary confusion gives way to a gentle smile.
- >"Hm, ah reckon I know just the pony who can help yah. Right now, Ahm on mah way to the market with these here apples..."
- >She motions to her cart of apples.
- >"But ah I can take yeh to 'er house on the way."
- "...Really? Thank you, Miss..."
- >"Applejack. And it ain't a problem."
- "...Miss Applejack. I'm Anon".
- >"Anon?".
- "Yes. Or, Anonymous, if you'd rather."
- >"Ahl' right then, Anonymous. Looks like we've almost reached Ponyville. You just follah' me."
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