An Alicorn With A Dream

~Carmella's POV~

The warmth of the sunlight danced across my muzzle and creeped up to my eyes, carefully and tenderly nudging them open, slowly waking me. I bent my forelegs and propped myself up on them, scanning my lilac colored room for my calendar. Upon finding it, and circling today's date, I wriggled from in between the sheets, the comfort of the blankets tempting me into a few more moments of rest. My sleep was a bit uncomfortable. My real bed was being shipped off to a small cottage in Ponyville. I was moving from my hometown of Fillydelphia, all the way to Ponyville. I didn't go from point A straight to Ponyville, though. Currently, I've stationed myself in Manehattan with my younger sister, Dulcy. She's a sweetheart, but she can drive me up the walls sometimes. But hey, that's with all younger siblings, right?

To get back to moving, I was leaving Manehattan today at noon to my new cottage. The exact location of the cottage? I had no idea, but I yearned for a lot placement close to the edge of town, just by the Everfree Forest, but no luck with that idea. Somepony else had that spot. I didn't know whom exactly yet, but I didn't really care that much. Someplace in the middle of the town is better than nothing.

Using a small portion of my already non-existent energy, I focused on my bedspread and the sheets, and a white and yellow aura surrounded the objects. I folded them up in a neat little rectangle and levitated them over a box, then dropped them inside. I put my hoof over my mouth as I let out a loud yawn. I'm not really a morning pony like my sister. I still don't understand why she's so bright and chipper at the crack of dawn. Speaking of which, right upon mentioning her, she bounded into my room with a cheesy smile plastered upon her face.

"Need any help packing? I'd love to help!" She chimed, her high-pitched and happy voice ringing in my ears. I put my hooves over them and spoke softly. "Calm down." Dulcy looked at me, perplexed. Finally understanding that I was still adjusting to the morning, she nodded her head and trotted over to a stack of boxes I had set up in front of a magnetic mirror. Did I mention that the paint I used for my wall was magnetic? Pretty neat, huh?

"Sis, you really need to straighten up your mane. It's all frazzled like some mangy cat was nesting in it." Dulcy spoke, cringing at my unsightly mane and levitating my hairbrush over to me. "Gee. Thanks." I hissed, brushing my mane into something a bit less messy.

"Much better." Dulcy beamed. Upon taking a second glance at my mane, she spoke again. "You know, you should consider having that as your permanent hairstyle. It suits you." "Oh wow. This is coming from a pony with a scruffy looking braid as an everyday style." "That's because messy manes are in, and because this one looks terrific on me." I gave a soft chuckle. "True." I said, tossing some knick-knacks into a box behind me and admitting my defeat in our friendly debate.

Dulcy and I had finished packing up my things for my big move, and were downstairs eating breakfast together. Dulcy had a simple sausage and egg sandwich on a bagel, (more like six of them since she likes to eat) while I had waffles and a slice of toast with scrambled eggs and orange juice. I had to make sure I had enough sustenance to last me the long journey from Manehattan to Ponyville. To be honest, I was excited to move. I had planted the idea in my head that traveling there would be a good experience for me since I'm an aspiring novelist and poet.

With my labeled boxes loaded up in my wagon, I strapped the harness around my waist and got to walking. Dulcy offered a helping hoof which I gladly accepted. Not even the strongest workhorse could pull this much stuff along with him for four-thousand miles! Cautiously, I stepped forward with my front left hoof, then the other. I walked as slowly as ever, not to cherish every last bit of Manehattan I could, but to keep from rolling and sliding out of control down the oncoming hill.

Again, I stepped slowly, the cobblestone path I was treading trying ever so desperately to veer my cart, my sister, and I out of control. Dulcy and I stepped a bit faster, as the cobblestone was clearing out, and the hill began to level out as well. We broke out into a full on gallop to try to speed up the journey. But when you're traveling four-thousand miles by hoof, that's a tad bit difficult.

"Did you.. bring any... snacks?" Dulcy asked me between her exhausted pants and gasps for air. "No, but we're going to be passing what looks like a funnel cake stand in a moment. Will that do?" "Got any money?" "No, I decided to move to an entirely different town with no money." I retorted, my magic holding up a small burlap sack of bits. Dulcy startled me as she broke out into a heart-racing gallop to reach the stand. I struggled to keep up with her, so I occasionally flapped my wings to give myself the advantage of a speed boost.

"You can't really do that while we're hooked up to the same cart!" I screamed. Dulcy nodded at me and slowed down as we conveniently reached the stand. "My mistake, Dulcy. It's cotton candy, not funnel cakes." "Whatever works!" She chimed, passing the salespony three bits. "Two please." "What flavor? I've got green apple, strawberry, blue raspberry, grape, orange, lemon, raspberry, fruit punch, and my personal favorite, sour black cherry." Dulcy's eyes seem to go wild as she scanned over each flavor. "I'll take green apple. Carmella, you want something?" "Sour black cherry." I said, nudging the bits on the counter a bit forward. Knowing Dulcy the way I do, there was a slight probability that she'd swipe the bits once we got our concessions. It's a filthy trick our father, Maximillion the Unicorn taught her. Our mother never approved, but she did try her best to prevent me from also getting corrupted. Good on ya, mom.

Pleased with her snack, Dulcy finally marched forward, munching her cotton candy intermittently like me. We came upon a road sign. "Ponyville - 3,050 Miles Northwest ~ Los Pegasus - 65 Miles East." Dulcy read. "I'm getting pretty sore from all this walking." "Why don't we stop by what motel up ahead? It's oddly convenient in a cartoony sense, but it'll do, correct?" "Yeah, I guess you're right. But I really want to make it to Ponyville by the end of the day." I half-whined. Dulcy looked at her wristwatch. "Then we have six hours to get there." "Then let's hoof it!" I cheered, rearing up for a hard gallop in the direction of my targeted location.