Just Ponyville Town Square... 'caaauuuse I'm new here...

Just... Town Square...

Yazmin walks to the border of Ponyville. She is a little nervous since she's new to Ponyville. "Alright... here it goes..." She steps her hoof over that border and walks into Ponyville

Colorwheel sometimes wished she'd never left Canterlot. She missed the familiar streets, the high end friends she'd made. She missed her cozy little apartment and the popularity her art always got. She missed the familiarity of it all, because, well...Ponyville was most certainly not somewhere she knew. Chewing at a strand of her chocolate mane, Colorwheel trotted timidly along the border, her saddlebags bumping up and down on her back and her tail flickering nervously from side to side. Ponies glanced at her curiously but Colorwheel looked away, which, unfortunately, turned out to be the wrong decision, for the moment she looked down from the path she collided head over heels with another pony and all of her arts supplies went flying.

"Oh sweet rainbows, I'm so sorry!" the mare squeaked, quickly dashing around to gather the scattered paintbrushes. "Th-that was all my fault, please forgive me. I wasn't...w-watching where I was going, and...oh...I'm just so sorry!"

Shinygear sat on the fountain, smiling at everypony trotting by. He had decided to go out and play on a guitar he had finished just that day. He was proud of it, and planned to sell it after a trustworthing pony came along with a hoof for his creation. He had starting doing this every week, and he enjoyed it greatly. "I wonder who I'll find today with a hankering for a great guitar?" Shiny asked himself, as he flipped a bit into the fountain. For good luck, of course.

ColorfulColorwheelPegasus wrote:

Colorwheel sometimes wished she'd never left Canterlot. She missed the familiar streets, the high end friends she'd made. She missed her cozy little apartment and the popularity her art always got. She missed the familiarity of it all, because, well...Ponyville was most certainly not somewhere she knew. Chewing at a strand of her chocolate mane, Colorwheel trotted timidly along the border, her saddlebags bumping up and down on her back and her tail flickering nervously from side to side. Ponies glanced at her curiously but Colorwheel looked away, which, unfortunately, turned out to be the wrong decision, for the moment she looked down from the path she collided head over heels with another pony and all of her arts supplies went flying.

"Oh sweet rainbows, I'm so sorry!" the mare squeaked, quickly dashing around to gather the scattered paintbrushes. "Th-that was all my fault, please forgive me. I wasn't...w-watching where I was going, and...oh...I'm just so sorry!"

Yazmin looked at her happily but a bit shyly "Oh, uh, it's fine! Really!" she uses her magic to gather the art supplies and puts them in a pile in front of ColorWheel "So, I take it that you're artistic...?"