"nice place here"

Stormy grinned not because he got it what he had said to it's exact idea, but he discovered his own path in way. At least he seem to have the desire to press on. Most he had met with blank flanks had given up into despair. Perhaps all you could really do in this world. Tell someone how you feel about something and they interpret it. So in a odd sense it may be himself who didn't understand it's true meaning. "I am indeed a Storyteller and I'd be delighted." He closed his right eye as he took a quick breath of air. When he spoke again his tone was far different, almost enchanting in a way.

"Once there was colt who had been one of the last few of the foals to get a cutie mark, though his family had been a long line of bakers. So most assumed once he baked the right thing he would gain his mark. Hours they had him make anything and everything in their books, but to no avail did a mark grow on his flank." If the story held your interest the world around you would cause a bit of dimming, almost like he was drinking the colors, sounds and sight to fuel his tale. "He began to dislike everyone for their pressure. For it was no longer about getting a cutie mark, it was about getting the right one. The one that would have him accepted, one that would be interesting. Something that made him stand out. The demand grew more as they had to start looking for complex and rare baking skills. Everyone expecting him now to be the next greatest baker of some magical tasting bread." Stormy stood as he faced the colt with his calm look as the words rolled from his mouth. "He couldn't take anymore. So one night he dashed off into the night with a load of bread and few things. Streaks of tears followed him as he was swallowed into the night. He ran and ran till his hooves were sore and his bones shook.

He saw a house and tapped upon the door, which was answered by a filly around his own age." He raised his eyebrows as he sweeps his hooves about. "She was a real looker from what they say and he was smitten, though he wasn't aware as he offered bread if he could have a bit to drink and rest." If you were into the story you might imagine the colt with his bluish coat walk pass a lime green filly into a little cozy looking home where glasses of water and sliced bread were. "He rested for a while, not saying much and she not asking as they just enjoyed eachother's company for a while before he left. She wouldn't see him for years and by then he would of changed very much, only thing he retained was the little bit of himself she saw in those few hours they spent together. "Stormy cleared his throat a bit as he sipped a bit of water he pulled from his bottle, only then did he notice a few other ponies stopped to listen. He set a pot down in hopes of donations. "He traveled to the nearest city where he had given up most hope as his bread grew slate. 'Oh why such a fate was cast upon me' he would say as he sat, feeling himself missing the familiar setting of home as a paper slapped his face."

He said as he hit his hoof to his own face as filly sat where Stormy had been sitting. "It was a ad for a unicorn in need of someone with cooking skills. Sense he no where else to turn he decided to follow the ad, but being new to town had no ideas the rumors around this unicorn. They say he was strange and no one knew his face for he had lived inside for so long. Ponies didn't take the job out of fear and his house, being old equestrian build gave it a strangeness unlike the modern homes as the colt knocked on the door." He tapped his hind leg as he made the sound of creaking door. "The unicorn answered the door for the colt, letting him side to make him prove his talents the moment he lifted the paper.

The unicorn was confused that earth pony had shown up, for he was expecting someone he could share his knowing of magic, but when he saw the colt set his hooves to coking he saw a sharpness he only saw in the mirror. From that day he taught him is if he were a unicorn, teaching him the ways of magic and mixing potions."
Stormy stirred what he pretended was a pot in front of him as he wore a grin. "For a two years spent with the unicorn before the colt soaked up everything he could learn as a earth pony. His final test was to make his master drink a potion. A strange, old way of testing for unicorns by having them prove they could outwit the master. He had tried to slip it in his drink, pour in his mouth when he was asleep and all sorts of tricks, however magic and the unicorns wits were too much. Till one day a crazy idea came in his head. He rushed to the store, using the little money the unicorn paid him to get supplies and began making a some bread and a wrench." Stormy ginned wide, for this was the good part. "He spend all day making a yummy bit of bread and did a few 'chores' around the around house." "When the unicorn returned he sat at the table for dinner and the colt set the bread out.


It was wonderful looking. It was simple as they come, but toasty and just the right crunch. The unicorn sensing his trick simply checked for the potion, or anything. I came up clean surprising." Stormy had face like himself was supervised as well. " 'Well my student, you were quick and worked hard, but sadly you were still unable to trick me.' He said as he ate his bread, which he noticed made his mouth very, very dry. He walked to pour himself some water. The water didn't come as he turned and felt the dryness in his mouth. He rushed around the house for water, or something to drink. There was nothing. The colt had hidden all of it and set his potion on the table with smile as the unicorn, now frantic for water gulped down the potion, gasping as he felt his mouth feel right.

He looked down at the potion and that he now had polka dots on his coat with smile, beaming proud he had been tricked. He asked the colt what he would do now he was a real wizard." Stormy smiled a bit at that statement, like it was funny. "I think I'll show others my new talent." Stormy stood on his hind legs. "Flash! He had his cutie mark appear as he walked out into the night, for he had learned what it was in that moment as he returned home. His family embraced, happy with his return as he told them of his tales, soon after he traveled up the road to ask lime green filly something..." He pretended to open a small box as few fillies giggled. "As for what his cutie mark was and how he turned out, well.. that's another story."
A few clapped and threw some bits as they departed. Stormy bowed with grin as he dropped the bits in the bag sat down. "Boy oh boy my mouth is dry." He drank the rest of his water as he sat there.