Applejack Goes to the Market

Applejack goes to the market. She buys 3 flowers, then returns home.

Applejack trots down the dusty market road. Ponies wave and smile as she passes, which she casually returns. She heads to the flower stand, picks out 3 flowers, and then returns home.

Applejack trots down the dusty market road at a firm pace. Townsfolk nearby smile and wave as she passes, to which she waves back. She stopped in front of the flower stand at the far end of the market. Perusing through the bushes, she takes her time to carefully select 3 flowers. She gently tosses some bits to the shopkeeper and trots home.

Applejack trots down the dusty market road at a firm pace. A light wind caresses her face and toys with her hair. Nearby townsfolk give their pleasant greetings as she passes, which she politely returns before continuing on her way. She stops as she reaches the flower stand at the far end of the market. Roseluck sat behind the stand, giving Applejack a friendly wave. Applejack gives her a quick smile and nod before inspecting the flower bushes. She carefully eyes a few different flowers before selecting three of them. She drops the bits on the counter as she chatters with Roseluck before setting off for home, a spring in her step.

Applejack trots down the dusty market road at a firm pace, light spring breezes caressing her face and toying with her hair. It brought the scent of lavender and vermilion with it. As she entered into the more populated section of the market, various townsfolk stopped to greet her. She exchanged a few quick pleasantries with each before continuing on her way. She stopped as she reached the flower stand at the far end of the market, the scent of various flora tickling her nose. She exchanged pleasantries with the mare behind the counter, Roseluck, as she carefully inspected the flower bushes. Three flowers caught her eye, their colors as vibrant as the dawn sky. She picks them off of the bush, carefully placing them in her saddlebag as she fished the proper amount of bits out. She placed them on the counter, said her goodbyes to Roseluck, and then set off for home with a spring in her step.

Applejack trots down the dusty market road at a firm pace. Her saddlebags bounce with her hoofbeats, the bits inside jingling faintly. A light spring breeze caresses her face and toys with her hair, bringing with it the scent of freshly-cut flowers, before kicking up a cloud of dust into her face. Her face scrunches up as she scrapes the dirt off of her tongue with her teeth, spitting it back onto the road where it belongs. She wiped the scrunch off her face as various townsfolk stopped to greet her. She exchanged brief pleasantries with them before continuing on to the far end of the market. She stopped when the scent of flora creeped into her nose again, stronger then before. Roseluck, the mare running the flower stand, gave a friendly wave as Applejack trotted over. The two mares started chatting as Applejack meticulously inspected the flower bushes. Three flowers caught her eye, their colors as vibrant as the dawn sky and their scent as alluring as a full orchard in spring. She picks them off the bush, carefully setting them into her saddlebag as she fished her bits out. She placed the proper amount on the counter, plus a little extra, as she said her goodbyes to Roseluck. Then she turned around and set off for home, the breeze behind her and a spring in her step.