"Welcome to Ponyville! My name's Pinkie Pie, what's yours?" Pinkie Pie shook her hand and got out her party cannon, the one filled with confetti and batter.
"Thank you ever so much, Pinkie Pie! I'm Fluttershy."
Pinkamena rose from her dream. The first dream she'd had that week. The rest had been nightmares, talking about things she didn't want to mention, not even to her own sisters.
Inky Pie opened Pinkamena's door ajar. "Pinkamena? You in here? Breakfast is ready," Inky told her sister, quite shyly.
Pinkamena rose from the bed, and walked over to her sister. They both had the same straightened manes, and they both had no cutie mark. Pinkamena couldn't find her talent, but she knew living on a rock farm it had to do with rocks.
Even if she hated it...
Inky opened the door all the way, letting her sister through. Pinkamena trotted past Inky, ignoring her sister completely.
"Are you alright, Pinkamena?"
Pinkamena froze in her tracks, and ducked her head a few inches. "I'm fine. Go away." Inky walked out the door, in front of Pinkamena, looking back at her sister for a slight moment, then she continued through the walkway.
