Hunting for Inspiration

This was a refreshing change of scenery, a wise idea indeed.

Wick's horn was ignited as he trotted down the street, using his sensitive magic to feel along the ground and area around him for obstacles or curbs. He'd decided to take a trip from his home in Canterlot to the quiet town of Ponyville. He breathed in deeply as he went, a hefty saddlebag perched across his back, filled with paints of all kinds, and canvases for when a spark of inspiration would hit him. He hoped he would run into somepony who could tell him a bit more about this town, as it was a bit harder to determine where everything was when you couldn't see where it was! But his ears twitched as he picked up the sounds around him, ponies in the streets, not nearly as crowded as Canterlot, this felt much more quaint.

Sunrise trotted down the street, greeting some more locals. She just finished her first day as a teacher, and it went much better than she had anticipated. They all are so nice! she thought. She bumped into a colt, given the sturdy structure, and heard metal hitting the ground. She didn't mean to be rude, but as instinct, she growled "Well, excuse me." It was her go to. She once thought about saying "Look where your going.", but it wouldn't be very kind to say that to any-pony. Especially if there were more blind folk like herself. She got up and started searching for the metal that fell.

He hadn't expected to bump into anypony, and usually he was pretty good at avoiding it, but as he felt himself bump into another pony he gasped, "Oh!" He gasped and lit his horn up, running his magic over the area until he found a form, "I'm so sorry! I guess I got distracted and my magic didn't pick you up!"

He'd heard the metal skitter to the ground and began to feel around with his magic until he lifted it, finding her to nudge it gently against her, "So so sorry, I'm usually so good at avoiding obstacles but I guess I got a little distracted by all the new sounds!" He shuffled bashfully, letting out an embarrassed chuckle, "this is my first time visiting, I'm Wick!" He lit his horn up and smiled, running his magic over her to get an image in his head of what she looked like, by now it was an automatic reflex when meeting new ponies.

Wick chuckled and nodded, guessing that the mare must be blind like him, "Yes! I use my magic to help me feel around, and get an idea of what ponies look like!" It was a nifty spell he'd taught himself early on, "Do you live here? I just got in from Canterlot for a visit, uhm, what should I call you, miss?"

"Yeah, I live here. Sunrise Twinkle's my name." she said flapping her wings which opened as she bumped into the colt.