The Dress

Calla opened the door to her house.

"I know it's not much," she said, "but it's home."

She started showing the ponies around.

"Over there is where Amina Abbasi and Cloud Dancer rent, to your left is the kitchen, that's my bedroom, and that's the dining room," she said. "Come with me."

She led the ponies to her room, where the dress had been covered with a sheet of white plastic.

"Here it is," she said finally. The dress was almost done, and all it needed were the ribbons and crystal flowers Rosella had sent last month.

Stormy had been on the look out for the right pony and had been about visiting various dress makers in the area. He followed the group, letting himself drink in her cozy home. There were three fillies living her, must be quite a bustling little house. Though nowadays renting with other people is the best way to go to save money.

Stormy observed with the other ponies with a twinkle in his eye at the dress. Stormy had always thought dress makers and artist had a joy he would only have to spectacle at. He had been blessed with a talent of playing music and telling stories, but art like this was foreign to him. A positive type of jealousy that inspired them to learn what else he could be good at. "Excuse me, but you have introduced your roommates room's and your home, but what is your name madam?"

((Sorry, Stormy. but due to Calla's story curve, this thread is dead now. Sorry for the inconvenience!))

*Tear* Alright then. Perhaps another time.