Colorwheel was, by nature, a quiet and bookish young mare. She rarely liked to venture out of her comfort zone so when one of her higher ups suggested she try the marketplace for a selling venue, she nearly molted every feather she had in worry. But her predecessor was a stubborn one and there was rarely any chance of backing out once she set her hoof down, so there she was, stuck in a crowd, displaying her art for everyone to see.
The mare let out a nervous knicker and buried her muzzle in the soft down of her silver-grey feathers. "So much activity," she murmured softly, her deep brown eyes following pony after pony as they wandered past. "Everypony in Canterlot preferred to stay away from large crowds like these, but in Ponyville it's like they don't mind at all! Goodness, how these cities are different..."
A gentle breeze blew past and Colorwheel lifted her head to sniff at it. She smiled some, tossing her head slightly to redirect a strand of her mane from her eyes, unfolding her wings and stretching them as far as she could manage. Precisely at the moment her wings reached full length, a dapper black stallion trotted past with an apple in his mouth, keenly watching everyone around him. Colorwheel, infinitely more comfortable now than she had been a few minutes before, smiled at him and shuffled her wings back into place, leaning her neck forward to gingerly grasp the handle of a paintbrush in her teeth.