#pcrtypony

It is too precious. ;w;

Ponyville is... Quite the place.

Ever since she’d started going out of the Meadows, Pom had often found herself in strange places... Ponyville was so strange to her since it was almost entirely inhabited by... ponies. 

Not Unicorns, like she was used to. Ponies. 

She can’t help but feel a little bit left out as she walks with her dogs, a blank flank in a sea of cutie marks... How do the ponies even GET these marks? Are they... tattoos? Is it some sort of fashion fad? 

Whatever the case is, she’s feeling mighty peckish. Looking for a new place of residence and a new place to start one’s life away from the Herd is a daunting task.

Sugarcube Corner. That looks good. 

She bids the dogs to stay, pushing her way past the door... Deserted. Just the way she likes it. She steps up, ringing the bell at the counter, and calling, “H-hello? Is anyone here?” 

        If there was one thing Gale was poor at, it was knocking on the doors of those he’d yet to meet. He knew very well he looked odd. Staring at the door with a hoof raised just centimeters from the wood. Forever hovering, like a plane that didn’t know how to land. Yes, he’d coached those that had social anxiety, however when it came to concurring his own... Gale was a bit of a hypocrite. 

           However, he had worked up the courage to move here. To come to Ponyville, with hopes of meeting the element of harmony’s bearers. The male wanted help, but asking for it shook him to his core. Even though they had recruited Discord as an alley, the fear of the species was still prominent. They were destroyers, pure evil in the eyes of most ponies. This was the reason he’s dawned this facade. In a way, he was a wolf in sheeps clothing. Gale didn’t want to be deceptive. So with a deep breath-- 

           He went to knock, only to not hear the hard noise. Instead, he felt fur and flesh. Seems as though fate didn’t want to wait for his internal pep talk. 

’ Does that involve…. doing things? ‘