Here comes sanity.

The brown mare took careful and graceful steps off the train, being careful to not get her long mane tangled or caught. She struggled with a few heavy bags, one hanging from her mouth, a saddle pack, and one in two tied to her tail. The conductor helped her with her last bag, keeping it from banging down the steps on its wheels. She smiled to him sweetly, looking rather tired and had bags under her eyes.

"Hank hue." She said with the bag still in her mouth. The conductor returned a red happy smile before the train went underway. Now on her own, Lorenza looked to the town of Ponyville and put on a tried smile.

Well hello new home. Time to see what this place is all about. She thought and began to make her way into town.

He ran his paw through his hair as the smoke of the train cleared it's way for him as he stepped from the far too colorful train. They could use the money they used for the train's paint job alone for something more useful. Though the job of painting the train would of been fun. Thought merv as he passed a pony staring at a another pony through a window.

It was always weird to be the onlooker of scenes like that. Perhaps he'll draw something reflecting this later. He wouldn't have any work today. He had gotten a job as architect ad contract he had carefully looked over many times giving him rights to do work in Cloudsdale. He would tackle Canterlot next, but he would need some jobs under his claw before dealing with the sort of upper class ponies.

He'd imagine most rich and powerful will share common traits. He'd hope to one day have those 'traits' as well, though he would prefer the money really. Image however made you money in places like this.

The ponies were all talking and some waved hello to him. He disliked ponies and their abnormal amount of friendliness. He finds them insincere in how they act. He also dislikes the lack of reality. It isn't all butterflies and pretty flowers, however it seems the pony thought this.

He notices a help desk and takes a map of town. He was in the mood for seeing there sights and attractions. He followed the dirt road, which he will say was packed well down the road into town. He seem to vent frustration at how badly they made these maps.

Anyone with a firm sense of body language could tell he was.

Indigo had loved trains since he was a foal. His father would take him to the train yard and let him watch the trains come in before kindergarten. At home he'd put wooden train track together, linking imaginary towns together in a fairly complicated (for a foal) network. Also building blocks. Those were really fun. And flinging them across the room with mousetraps like mini catapults. Point being, Indigo liked trains.

He would sometimes come to the train station and sit on a bench with a drink or some food and sit and watch the trains come in on schedule, watch the ponies get on and off. Looking how he does, ponies often thought he looked like a hobo and would never bother him. Today he saw a pony with more hair than him, which he didn't see often. And the curves on her... He lied on the bench and watched her struggle for a moment. She obviously needed help with her bags, but by the time he got up some other pony could have already come to her aid. And once he was there there was how he acted around new ponies... No, he only got that way when they came up to him, not when he initiated.

After working up the confidence to get up and approach her he quickly trotted up to lend her a hoof. "Need some help with your bags, miss?"

Lorenza noted the rather frustrated griffin. Already her first impression was being set. Then again, this griffon probably was not from around here. Having just arrived, and obviously not practicing her profession, she simply moved on by.

She was relieved when she heard those kind words uttered to her. Turning to smile to the new pony, her smiled became even wider when she saw the tufts of mane on his head and monocle.

"I wuv..." She put down the bag in her mouth. "I would love some help. I packed rather heavy despite my attempt at light luggage." She tugged her tail on the bag tied to her to bring it upright. For the first pony she had seen here, he was sure an interesting looking one. "So nice to know there are ponies willing to help." She added, happy to talk to a pony that offered a hoof.

Merv looked at his map with utter confusions. "Why do the ponies have such names for streets? There is bit and a bits street?" He groaned as he looked around wondering where the tour was.

The with the flag waved to the ponies getting off with big smile to get in the cart for the Ponyville tour. Merv beamed with approval. A tour would help him very much get a better feel of Ponyville.

Merv spread out his wings, almost hitting a pony with his outstretched wing before cracking a few bones in his legs. He had had been sitting in weird angle on the train. It had not been made for griffons.

He climbed into the cart where he tucked his bag next to him and held a long tube in his claw.

He took a few of her bags into his aura and levitated them off the ground. He grunted a bit in surprise at their weight. "Oof... No problem.." And then he spied her cutie mark. A chair. He'd only have this one chance to say this. "What's in your bags, logs? Are you a carpenter?"

Lorenza worked on untangling her tail from the bag at her rear that was now floating up. She was thankful her mane was long and managed to keep herself proper as she quickly undid the knot on her tail to the bag.

"Oh, they are mostly books and other various things. Hehe. Carpentry sounds like a lovely employ, but I'm a psychologist by profession. I need the books to get me started on my office I'll be setting up in Ponyville....I'm Lorenza Counsel by the way." She smiled to him, not minding his forwardness at all.

"Indigo Surprise, ma'am." He twisted the bag as well as her tail around, working with her on getting the knot out of her tail. "I have a book on psychology at home. Real interesting subject. I'm subscribed to a social sciences journal so I stay fairly up to speed on new studies and cases." He paused for a brief moment and added sarcastically, "Still haven't figured out why I look like this yet."

Lorenza seemed to only be delighted by the knowledgeable pony. "Heh, well you certainly got a lot of character with that mane alone. So many ponies in Canterlot worry about how they look that its rather pleasant to see something so crazy and unique. Being trim can be overrated." She flicked a hoof at her slightly messy mane to emphasis her point.

"Well I must repay the favor back to you for helping me. Once I can find a place to stay. I should have took the morning train." She said before yawning, her eyes looking tired. "And get some coffee."

With the knot undone, he moved the bag to his front. This was going extraordinarily well. No stuttering, no forgotten words. Great. Hopefully she would keep in touch with him so he would know precisely where to drag Shala to get some help. "If you need a cheap place to stay I've got a couch you can crash on. As for coffee, I know a cafe that might work. I don't drink coffee so I don't know if it's any good or not."

Lorenza smiled, but was not as enthralled with the idea of sleeping on another ponies couch that she just met. Kind, it was, but she hardly knew him. "That's very nice of you, but I should get better acquainted with you before i accept an offer like that." She said, putting it nicely, but not too submissively either.

As for coffee, the possibility of getting some made her tired eyes light up a bit. "Anything for coffee will do right now. I don't drink it so much for the taste, but the effect. Been up for over a day now. Medical insomnia is quite a drain."

He brushed the rejection off easy. "Perfectly understandable, I won't force anything on you. For all you know I'm a serial rapist axe murderer, I just wanted a quick place to offload these bags. I'm kind of glad for it too. The last pony I picked up at the station wrecked my living room while drunk. Had to carry her back from a bar drunk, braided the back of my mane the whole way. I'm still finding those things. Now, don't mean to rush, but shall we get moving? I think there's a traveler's hotel somewhere around here."

Okay, tone it down a bit, talking too much.

Lorenza's eyes went a bit wider than normal than her sleepy state. She gave a short chuckle at his humor before taking a moment to get his humor. While she understood the sarcasm, it did not sync well with her in her current tired and homeless position. The story about the drunk pony though made her laugh again in sincerity.

"That's so very charitable of you. Ponies who enjoy their drink can be rather interesting. In quantity though...Well I have had those patients before." She stopped there, preferring to keep out of the stories while a more mobile setting.

"You're right. Let us move. I would hate to make you haul my luggage at my own whim. Once that is taken care of though, i simply must get some coffee." She happily trotted alongside him, letting him be her escort.

Indigo's magic strained a bit as he walked from consistently keeping the bags raised since he decided to help her. "Mmmhm... she's interesting all right.. Let's see, don't hotels usually have coffee?." He hissed through his teeth and placed the bags back on the ground to give himself a rest. "Just.. give me a second.."

Lorenza stopped and winced at the sight of Indigo's fatigue. He was a kind enough pony to help, but she did not want to strain him. "Let me carry one more." She said, moving to the bag that could be carried by the mouth.

"So sorry. Its a lot. But the other bag does have wheels so you should be able to just pull it instead of lifting it off the ground." She offered a supportive smile, hoping that it was helpful advice and not some silly detail she may have missed about unicorn magic.

Indigo blinked and turned to look at said bag and facehooved. "You've got to be kidding me..." He let her have the mouth bag and snared the rolling one with his tail. He grunted as he relifted the other bags. "Okay, hotel..." He looked around for a brief moment and stormed off toward the now visible building, obviouslystraining his magic to be able to carry the other bags.

He almost hit another pony when he practically charged into the lobby and made a beeline for the nearest couch. He let the rest of the bags fall and flopped onto it to rest. "Ugh! I'll just wait here while you check in..."

Lorenza moved up to the counter and arranged her stay. It took a few minutes, but soon enough, things were set and she returned to Indigo with relief on her. "Well, that ordeal is done. Just need to drop my bags off in my room now. Not too much further now." She said with a wince, hoping that she was not pushing boundaries with this ponies help.

Assuming he went with her to her room it was on the second floor, much to their disappointment. A trip up the stairs would bring them to her simple living quarters with a balcony and basic needs you could find in any hotel room.

"Ugh. Thank you so much." She said, throwing herself on the bed. The place did not have a private bedroom, simply putting the bedroom and living room into one.

Indigo did follow her upstairs and into the room. Once he got inside he let the bags drop from his aura and fell to the floor, exhausted. The bags also fell on top of him where only his limbs here visible as well as a few strands of his mane. "....Kill me."

Lorenza, though guilty, had to roll onto her back and have a healthy laughing fit, kicking her legs a few time. "Oh you poor thing! Hahahah! Oh i am soo sorry." She got up and trotted over to him, picking bags off him to unbury him. "I am going to have to repay you somehow.....Maybe a free visit?"

He hefted himself up, staggering a bit. "That'd... that'd be nice.. beats me having to work up the courage to ask about an appointment..."

She smiled and cleared the bags out of the way. "Glad to get you started. Now come on and get up. The floor is hardly the place for you." She nudged her head at his chest, trying to encourage him to get up.

He hefted himself up fully onto his hooves, still staggered a bit, with his eyes still spinning from the heavy weights falling on him. "Hey... I'll have you know that floors are perfectly comfortable."

Lorenza rolled her eyes in a smile. "Perhaps Mr. Surprise, but i think you deserve a place better than at the hooves of others. The couch perhaps?" She stepped aside and gave him a nudge toward it.

Indigo slowly made his way over to the couch on uneasy legs that nearly buckled when she nudged him. When he made it to the couch he fell on it and curled up, wincing slightly in pain. "Ahhh... that's better.."

She shook her head and smiled. "You really put your all in that. Thank you. I won't forget that Mr. Surprise." Lorenza sighed and took a seat on the sofa nearby. "Get yourself rested up. I won't have you go a tired mess. I will need to find a cafe or something after. They did not have coffee here."