The Weather Mare

Misty checked for the hundredth time, but was the same. No pulse. No breath. The cave became colder. She could see her breath as snow fluttered around the cave. The soft snowflakes floated gently around as Misty sat there in disbelief and sadness. A snowflake landed on her muzzle and she looked up. Snow was falling from the ceiling of the cave. She shivered as the cold crept on her more.

'Why is it snowing? It should be warmer in here.' She thought. Then just like that, it was warm. There was steam in the air. as the light snow melted.

"Wha...what!?" She said as she scooted against the wall.She was panting in fear her heartbeat increased and a lock of her mane fell against her muzzle. A small thunderstorm formed in the cave and lightning and thunder struck near her with a pounding force. She nearly jumped out of her skin. She ran out of the cave terrified, running to the nearest town. Manehatten.

I was walking down the cemented sidewalk with my roller bag following behind me. I hated traveling. It was so annoying. The long waiting to get somewhere with nothing to do. And having writers block didn't help.My agent, Checker, always choose where I went. Never me. He said it was better if he picked where we went. This time it was Manehatten. It was dirty. There was muck and trash everywhere, with the smell of rotting food running through the air and into my nostrils, causing me to scrunch my muzzle. The bugs skittered away as I walked close to them.

"This city is disgusting. How am I supposed to get inspiration for writing in this place?" I asked aloud as I stepped on a roach. It crunched and squished under my hoof. I scraped my hoof on the ground to get it off, but to no avail. Suddenly the weather changed. It started raining. Hard. I looked at the dark sky in disapproval and anger.

"AWW COME ON!" I shouted.  I ran into the closest building. It smelled of rich chocolate and cappuccino. I looked up at the neon blue sign with white letters.

The Crescent Cafe.

I walked to a table and set my bag next to the chair before cautiously walking to the counter. There were only three ponies in the cafe, but I wasn't taking any chances. I was, after all, a prize winning novelist. I walked up to the counter.

"Excuse me miss?" I asked the mare. Her back was turned to me talking to another co-worker.

"Just a second honey." She said.

"Alright." I sighed.

I waited a few minutes, picking up tidbits of her conversation.

"Well of course..........no I don't!.....in your dreams!......Really?"

I was starting to get impatient.

"Excuse me." I said again with a hint of an annoyed tone in my voice.

"Hold on a minute!" She said not looking back at me.

I looked at a nearby door that said,

'MANAGER'

"I think I'll go speak with the manager." I said.

She grunted annoyed and turned around.

"What do you wa- wait a second.....are you....Rispin Windbreaker!?" She asked in awe.

'Oh great...' I thought.

"Yes. That's my name." I replied.

"OH MY CELESTIA! I have ALL your books!!!!" She said excitedly.

"I would have never guessed." I said.

"What would you like? It's on the house!" She said.

"Medium iced mocha." I replied.

"Yes sir! I mean uh...yes Mr. Windbreaker." She said before going to make the coffee.

I walked back over to my table and slumped in the seat. It was slightly comfy, but worn down. I heard the pattering of the rain on the roof. Outside it was pouring rain.

"Great." I said to myself.

The mare walked over to the table with a large Iced mocha.

"Sorry, only had large or small cups left." She said.

I sighed. Maybe I could get something out of her I needed.

"You don't happen to know where I could find an umbrella do you?" I asked.

"Oh, you can borrow mine! In fact, you can have it!" She said before quickly going and getting her blue umbrella. She returned and set it on the table next to my coffee.

"Thank you miss......?" I asked.

"Oh! My apologies! My name is Wisp. Wisp Summersong." She said.

"Well, thank you again." I said before taking a sip of the coffee and standing up. I clipped the umbrella to a hook on my bag and walked out the door into the pouring rain. Not a second after I opened the umbrella was I rammed into the side by a crying blue mare. At first I only saw my spilled coffee and broken umbrella. I grunted.

"Who the buck are you to just ram into me like that!? I mean We all have places to-" I started and then noticed the other pony wasn't getting up. She sat there shivering from something other than the cold and her sobs cut through the sound of pattering rain on the cement. I walked over cautiously.The tone in my voice was gone and my anger disappeared.

"Hey,you alright?" I asked. She only looked at me with tear stained eyes before digging her face into her hooves. She looked maybe 20, about my age. I held out a hoof to help her up. She looked my hoof like it was a foreign object and then looked to me.

"Come on, let's get out of this rain." I said to her.

She looked at me for a minute.

"I don't bite." I said.

She looked at me for a second or two more before cautiously taking my hoof. I pulled her to her hooves and picked up my bag.