Raising Hope

by albutus

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, Tragedy, Random, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 5694

A mute pony has a long shot at romance in a possible Alternative Universe. All characters are original unless specified

Hopeful was considered queer all of his life. What are unicorns good for if they cannot control magic. and thus his tale of life is regarded by others as tragic. Come and see through one story why not all is as it seems. Hopefully I can manage bringing out the FEELS.

Published 2014-05-18 22:10:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-18 01:45:09 UTC

Introduction

Rising Hope

“Get out of here, you queer.”

The dark green pony was jeered out of yet another community

“Forgive me, your highness,” a sales pony mockingly bowed to the buyer with a deep blue mane striped with cream, “My goods are not of high enough quality for you.” He said before evicting Hopeful from an establishment.

“Stop trying to be something you’re not.” An unmarked teen hooted from a second story window as Hopeful passed by dejectedly. “Use your magic for something besides trying to become an Alicorn.” The teen stated before magicking filthy water over the Alicorn shaped cutimark.

“Unicorns are not allowed here” an earth guards pony stated blocking the gate to yet another city Hopeful had tried to seek employment, bits, or a new life.

All of those voices followed the diminutive unicorn wherever Hopeful went. Hopeful’s cutimark had come in shortly before turning fifteen. The unicorn’s family had despaired of him ever being able to use magic, but with the appearance of a cutimark they held a Cuti-ceañera. The absence of his ability to utilize magic, even with a Cuti-mark, had him ousted from the family home.

Hopeful was ground bound, so he couldn’t take Pegasi jobs, to weak to complete most earth pony tasks, and had too little or no magical power to speak of. Most others saw him as a charity case and refused to deal with him. After time had passed word was spread about him and others had pre-decided to ostracize him from their communities. In effect Hopeful the unicorn was banished to the fringe of civilization. He was finally able to start a new life separated, and buffered, from unkind normal ponies.

Hopeful was able to find a niche for himself in a border town called Rickety Chance. A small town located within a gorge abruptly formed within an abnormal forest. The forest was unaffected by weather Pegasi, grew without help from earth ponies, and immune to magic from unicorns. In essence the perfect place to live with other outcast and undesirable characters.

. . . .

The evening sun was setting down while trudging hoof steps carried the downcast unicorn towards his destination. The lonesome pony was heading north along the half beaten path that skirted the outreaching effects of Everfree forest. As the wind picked up, stirring some leaves into dancing across the path, Hopeful looked down the bluff towards the town of Rickety Chance.
The town was etched out of a gorge jabbing into what once had been woodland. As more and more ponies settled near the eerie forest the quicker it seemed to withdraw. The founding members had established the first homes against the side of Everfree forest before finding the unique characteristics that made it one of a kind. Now twenty years later, the forest had receded half a mile away from the fringe of civilization. Shaking his head at treasures lost. Hopeful followed the bend on the rail as it took him west alongside grain fields waiting to be harvested.
Being the only pony with a reliable, functional, wagon he was usually tasked with bringing in the harvest to winter storage. Many a pony had chosen to rather use his contracted services than purchase or trade for a wagon themselves. This suited him just fine, as he could acquire bulk grain rather then raise his rates to purchase similar quantities.
Having gauged the upcoming harvest season’s readiness status, Hopeful turned at the last farmed plot heading into the renowned Everfree forest, towards his own workshop to prepare for the bountiful harvest to come. Which happened to be owned by the local gelding.
“Get off my land ye varmint,” a cranky, dirt brown color, blind pony hollered upon hearing hoof steps. “Move along before I take it upon myself to stop your curse from spoiling ma fields.”
“Easy there Oatis,” Hopeful called out while coming to a stop, “It is just me, passing by.”
“I reckon to know you,” Oatis squinted through milky orbs, "You’re that hope less yokel from high society.” He cackled, emphasizing on the hope, “Get going” he shouted while agitating his rocking chair.
“Than-“
“I’m not kidding,” Oatis cut in while groping for his double barrel shotgun leaning near his chair. “I have a hankering of fixing my troubles before too long.”
“Your oat harvest seems to be a bountiful crop this year also”
BLAM
“Stop moving, damn eccentric youngster,” Oatis paused to reload his slugs.
“You Shot At ME!” The dark green pony cried out as he passed the blind elders rickety porch.
“Get going before you cause ma field to catch afire and burn me to cinders, ye hopeless idjut.” Oatis shouted after the fleeing unicorn after finally closing the breach and searching for his next target.

. . . .

Hopeless was just an average pony, of unicorn breed, but without any magical connection. As a young colt, he had aspired to be a talented magical pony whom would assist with every pony’s needs. The fateful moment happened on his Cuti-ceañera, all the well wishers and congratulators stopped mid-sentence upon seeing his once bare flank. Instead of a practical, or even specialized to his talent, his flank exhibited one Cuti-mark that baffled all whom saw it. Shortly afterwards, with a lack of magical prowess, several of the others ponies had decided that Hopeful was using his limited magic to forge an audacious fake mark.
Being as he couldn’t prove his destiny, nor become an Alicorn at will, the citizens of his home town decided to have nothing to do with a lying pony. Shortly after being ostracized at the age of 15, for an Alicorn shaped Cuti-mark, he found a way into a neighboring community.
The unicorn’s luck held out, as within months, he was yet again forced out into the wilderness. After a year of wandering through most of Equestria, and several towns, H was able to settle down near a small community called Rickety Chance. A home for dubious characters, don on luck ponies, and hard frontier attitudes. Settled on the edge of Equestria’s most well known unknown forest. Everfree.
After learning, through hardships, Hopeful was finally successful in leaving most of his past behind. After successfully establishing himself a home, in Everfree Forest, he was able to live near a community without being banished. Most of the other locals wanted nothing to do with the unusual forest.
With hopeful’s lack of magical control, weak when compared to the strength of earth ponies, and no wings like the Pegasi, he was an all-around oddity.

. . . .

“Excuse me, ‘Your Highness’,” another dirt brown colored stallion chortled after sending Hopeful into what was likely a tangle of poison joke. The huge specimen to all ponykind was called Braeburn. A sensible, down to earth, pony of grand stature and harvest yellow mane.
A higher pitched echo of “Highness!” sounded as the diminutive unicorn shook off the ditch debris.
“Oh, my local Alicorn wanabe, I have yet to show you my darling foal.” Braeburn put words into action pivoting around to present his left side which held said foal in saddle pack. “I have courted a local Pegasus, and behold, the fruit of our union.” To Hopeful, the nonchalant attitude was wearing, about as much as the itchy vines that were now causing his own hindquarters to twitch uncontrollably.
Braeburn as an individual was not what one would consider a jerk. The earth stallion had the cutimark of plow and was the local resource for the plowed fields. If Braeburn were in immediate vicinity of family, his awareness of the outside world diminished to tunnel vision. Breaburn’s adorable two year old daughter was indirectly the cause of the current ditch meeting.
“I have no idea of why my dear Siri would choose to be my suitor, but it suits me.” He told Hopeful as his brown and red foal climbed up his mane and draped her striped hooves over her father’s eyes. “I don’t know how an earth pony like me caused her to land for me so hard, but I don’t regret her asking for my hoof in marriage.” His oversized face barely large enough to uphold the foal in her position.
As hopeful pulled leaf litter out of his mane, which distracted the foal to no limit, a creamy white Pegasus gently landed behind her mate. Siri flashed a Cirrus cutimark as she tucked her beige wings, which matched her mane, before sidling up toward her mate that was twice her size. “I Think that something to do with his plowing got my attention,” she smirked as the blue mane unicorn couldn’t show the blush. “And what are you doing with my child, showing her to all the weirdoes around here?” Siri asked Braeburn before nipping him in the flanks with a jesting smile.
Startled, Braeburn pivoted back around and would have knocked heads with Siri if his larger stature easily cleared her upheld head. “I wasn’t up to nuttin” he protested, letting his southern accent slip out. “Just showing our little you around da valley before yeh came home.”
“As I can see for myself,” Siri said sliding her creamy side against him in an attempt to tip over her hulk of a mate. “And now we have to hurry home before Bonfire here misses her din-din” Siri gathered up the foal in her wings before nodding into Hopeful’s direction. “Whenever you feel like it, please stop by and visit, our daughter has already had her Cute-ceañera, before even turning two.”
As he watched the happy family trot on down the road until a bend took them out of view, and being sure no one else was going to see him, Hopeful carefully navigated around a few trees until his hidden trail was finally visible to him. As a social pariah, he had learned to take measures to protect his home, which also meant no visits from friends, if he had any.
After getting off of the beaten path he continued over a trio of boulders, each the size of a comfortable bed, before continuing up an inclined log and across a bubbling creek. Walking on the rocky beach, he continued east, away from the setting sun, before coming onto a waterfall with a covered entrance before going through and coming out the other side in a secluded bowl.
Hopeful was finally home, a rock outcropping with an outlaying vein of coal running into a formation of slate. Little by little, Hopeful had hallowed out the outcrop to form a rudimentary cave home. The running stream along the south western edge of the bowl gave him clean water, trees gave him shelter, and the bowls walls the privacy he desired. It had taken him almost a year of wandering before finally finding a safe place to settle down at.

Chapter 3: Journal Entry two

17/9/167
Journal Entry Two
I don’t know why I started another journal. The last journal was a major factor in my leaving home. Could be that I am ready to move on. I had to go to sleep last night before finishing my journal entry. Waking this morning I found a finished wood carving of a Pegasi with a crooked wing. It seemed to be balancing on a log as it was about to fall off. Its good wing held aloft as the dead weight from its broken right wing offsetting its balance.
With yesterday’s meeting, I can finally achieve a few milestones for myself. I am closer to being able to support myself. I won’t be needing handouts nor other help from other ponies, instead I will be able to assist with the needy ponies around me. Another milestone would be surviving alone, as most ponies would crack by now with isolation. Most other ponies seek to allay their unfounded fears by being in close contact with other ponies.
I could use this journal to help me maintain a healthy forest around me. By taking careful notes of the foliage around me, such as types and health, I could theoretically have a life time of lumbering ahead of me.
. . . .
Hopeful cheerfully stepped out from his cave of a home before skipping down the shale slide. Upon his return from Withershire Siri met him at his workstation in order to persuade him to attend her daughter’s second birthday. More like black mail.
“You must come over, she will have the ‘absolute best birthday’ EVER” she said holding a hoof under his jaw. Quickly changing her mood she ruffled his mane before zipping away from the clearing. “Make sure to show up on time.”
He had only a few people that treated him with courtesy, so if a mother wanted him to show up, he might as well enjoy the company that sought him. After all what trouble could a two year old foal cause to his day? As a side note, he could collaborate with Braeburn to maneuver some of the more mature trees into the processing field. Might as well make the most profit from a trip he had to make anyway.

Breaking free from the fringes of the Everfree forest, Hopeful was greeted by a bowl depression towards the northeast of the well trod path. There he saw Braeburn with his massive body being held down by a giggling foal as she attempted to slay him. Fire streaked from her wings as she tried to smite him with her emphatah.
“Hiyah unkle ope.” Bonfire cried before accidentally throwing a spurt of flame in his direction. “Sowwy” she quickly clasped her wings to her sides and adopted a mournful expression.
“I’m ok” hopeful stated as he gingerly put out a flaming patch with a hind hoof. “It seems that you need more practice with your aim.”
“No pwatise.” She screeched before launching into flight, leaving behind a trail of flames. Doing a quick turnover she sped over the trees into a window carved out of the cliff wall.
“Thanks for saving my life,” Braeburn shook himself off after gaining his feet, “that little ‘terror’ seems to be intent of letting her emotions control her actions.” Draping a singed hoof across Hopeful's shoulders he continued on. “Seeing as how she has tapped into her empathy at such a young age, and well you are a unicorn,” he nudged hopefuls side knowingly, “we figure she could learn something from one that is practically bred to be in touch with their magic, to teach her how to ‘manipulate’ her emotions”.
“I don’t see where this is going “the unicorn deadpanned as he shrugged out from under the larger pony’s stature. “You know I have no capability of controlling magic, much less even assisting some other pony in their use of magic when they themselves are not unicorns?”
“And that is why we want you to teach her.” Braeburn said clasping both sides of the blue furred face in his hooves.
“BRAEBURN!! What did I say about lighting your daughter on Fire?!” A voice screamed before the front door burst off its hinges. A certain peeved Pegasus cut through the air to find her erring husband.
“And here I was just talking with Hopeful about her situation.” Braeburn replied while watching his mare land just short of them.
“Ah, I see you came early” Siri said while giving him a through look over, “but that does not mean you have an excuse for letting her run amuck before we can get her to control her outburst.” The creamy Pegasus surrounded her stallions head with her beige appendages, before roughly throwing him down upon his side. “Setting your daughter off has now put us back until we can get her calmed down.
“Uh, if I may?” Hopeful interjected, blue mane aquiver, “I could give it a shot in seeing what I can do to appease the situation. If I may that is?”
Siri trotted over, barely two or so inches taller then the unicorn himself, and scrutinized him intently before giving her grudging approval. “Just watch yourself, she seems to be heavily in touch with her magical side.” tossing a glance at her mate, who was just now picking himself up off the grassy tumbling matt., “ I’m pretty sure she gets it from his mothers side of the family, as there were no unicorns in my family.” She stated before taking off to do who knew what. “I’ll be back in time for the rest of the guest” she called before receding from sight.
* * * *
“The dark green unicorn, previously know as ‘Hopeful’, gathered up his strength before entering the dragons lair.”
Without fully understanding why, he had listened to Braeburn. Hopeful started to monologue the ‘exciting adventure’ as a way to mollify bonfire.
“I don wana pway”
“But I do.” Hopeful called up the stairs “Fearfully entering the fire breather's domain Sir Hopeful gathers up his-”
“Go away, you jus wana pwactise”
“Now you are sooooo not getting a story time from me.” He replied to the stubborn foal. “You want to have fun and play games, or will you tell uncle ‘Hope’ what is bothering you?” he hesitated at the landing on the stair before seeing movement in the darkened hallway
“Fine.” Bonfire said, calling up a tongue of flame per wingtip before heading into her room. “You can come in, and talk, if you like.”
Following the flickering light, Hopeful carefully placed one hoof in front of the other, wary of tripping in a dark environment where he couldn’t tell his hoofs from the floor. Turning around the bend he noticed the light was transferred to a hanging lantern most likely filled with coal oil. The little foal was sitting on a sparse bed, hewn from native rock, using chalk and slate to pass the time. Only slate drawings were present in her room, even the door was a form of thin shale.
“Wow, nice room you have all to yourself.” He murmured to the growing filly as he glanced at several of her drawings, most of them depicting life through the eyes of an untainted foal. “My mother, Setting Sun, made me share a room with my two older brothers.” Sitting down next to Bonfire he watched as she shaded in an area with blue chalk before using a feather tip to erase a small section before filling it in with another colour. “Those two brothers of mine never let me get away with anything, especially since I didn’t have a cutimark.”
“How did you get your cutimark?” She asked him while rolling onto her side to look at him. “You don’t have wings that go with your horn like your cutimark does.” Bonfire stated innocently.
Looking down at his flank his cream coloured Alicorn with blue wings sat there unhelpfully. “I don’t know why I got this one,” he started before bringing his gaze up to the child’s face, “But I plan to help as many in need as I can, like Princess Luna did, before she disappeared.” Reaching over he ruffled some of her mane before a lick of flame traveled up her mane and disappeared between her ears. “She was my inspiration and the reason why I got my cutimark.” Hopeful proudly told the awestruck foal before being wrapped in a tiny hug. A harmless soothing blue flame fed off of him in an aura around her frail body.
“What was Princess Luna like?” Bonfire asked after removing her face from his barrel to look up at him. “Mommy and Braeburn tell me not to listen too much when people in town talk about others.” She proudly stated. “Mommy didn’t like Luna that much, but she says it was not her fault and she shouldn’t have been sent to the moon.”
“And what does your mommy say about me?” Hopeful asked hoping for an innocent answer
“Mommy says that you have had your own set of issues.” pausing for a moment she mulled for a while before innocently asking, “What are issues unkle ope?” not waiting for an answer she single-mindedly carried on. “She says you seem to treat other pony’s fairy, and that I am supposed to give you a chance.” Sitting up Bonfire placed a hoof on his chest and proudly stated “But I am not supposed to sit around long enough for a roughly fin to talk to me, I need to get away and call for help loud enough for mommy to nowk him on his grass.”
“What does Siri say about leaving ponies when they come for your party?” Hopeful asked, trying to steer the child’s mind to his desired outcome. Wouldn’t she be upset with you if she found out that you were neglecting your guest?”
“What does neigh glec mean?”
“It means not watching and interacting with them,” seeing the confused expressions work its way up the foal’s face caused him to restate the previous comment, “To pretend they don’t exist, like the boogypony under beds and in closets.”
“There is not booger pony, I know, I haven’t seen him.” A self satisfied smirk filled her muzzle before her unicorn visitor face hoofed himself.
“What you are doing to your guest, that are here for the party, is how you got rid of the boogypony.” Hopeful explained slowly as realization dawned on her. “And your mother would not be happy that you got rid of the visitors out there that she gathered together for you.
. . .
“So how’d my little take it?” Braeburn ask, seeing as how Hopeful was not burnt and alone. “Is she going to. . ?“ Trailing off he saw his daughter meeting with some of the other children on her own. “If all she needed was a pep talk from you, we should have done this as soon as she got her cutimark.”
“Hey, don’t credit this on me, I just used some parental figure threats to get her to try meeting others.” Hopeful said while rubbing one fore leg against the other, “Look about this behavior training, thing, which Siri has me agreeing to.”
“What of it?” Braeburn waved a hoof dismissively turning toward the veggie grill for the adults. “I’m socially inept, Siri, is herself, and Bonfire is not going to spontaneously improve herself, by herself.” After shuffling some carrots and corncobs around he offered the thongs toward Hopeful, whom noticeably cringed at taking the utensil from another stallion’s mouth. Shrugging his shoulders Braeburn swapped places with Hopeful before attending to the food packets for the tykes. “The way I see it, you have traveled across Equestria, have experienced different behaviors, and interacted with more ponies in one month then Siri and I combined, here at Rickety Chance.
“But I am not a licenses practitioner, what if something I suggest, or even do, backfires and you have an out of control magically imbued daughter that is taken away for study.”
“Daddy, daddy, daddy.”
“What is it pumpkin?” Braeburn asked his daughter before closing both grills and giving his sole attention to her. “What did you do properly?”
“Waited till gwoneups stopp talking.” Bonfire exclaimed excitedly, bouncing in place while her brown and red mane took a life of its own. “Push Button said I don’t know to light a fire.” She adopted her best puppy dog eyes, bringing her golden irises to the limit “Can, I, Show, Him PWEEESE.” She ended with her tiny fore hooves on his chest while tucking her chin into the nook they created. A sure kill method for getting what she wanted out of him. “He says I can’t”
. . . .
Now that I think about it, there was too much that went on to finish on this page. I’ll finish writing what happened today in tomorrow’s section. While waiting for the sun’s final rays I had started on another carving, it seems to be of a changeling, but the rest of the piece is too much for one character. Maybe I should plan what these pieces look like, but half of the fun is finding out how they form.
His body posture seems to be wary, not like most of the ones that I have met in my travels. I could try to have some other characters poking out behind him as if the main piece is wood growth on a wood carving.
After finally looking up from the carving I have realized that time has flown by. The pitch black sky outside, and candle burned down past halfway mark. I have to force myself to put down my tools.
End of Entry Two
17/9/167

Chapter 2: Journal Entry One

Chapter 1

Hopeful’s Journal
Entry One

16/9/167

Halfway through September, and I can tell that this year’s oncoming winter is going to prove to be a harsh one. Several Migratory birds and fish have already left this area at least a month sooner than any time in recorded history. The Foliage has already gone sparse and the leaves have gathered in every nook and cranny. Even now some enterprising squirrel is busy collecting nuts before its coat has finished coming in. As for me, business is going to be projected to pick up as other ponies will be more reluctant to leave their cozy abodes.
Wood gathering and sorting of useable scraps had kept me out until just before the sunset. Some ponies have debated of Princess Celestia could even reach the sun from here; I myself have not bothered to enter that type of conversation. That sort of ‘hypothetical possibility’ is best left to those that do not earn much in life. This evening, for relaxation time, I took a small bent branch fork and set to whittling with a fervor I have never flourished before. Still don’t know what it is going to be, maybe I’ll be able to finish this one tonight.
I am preparing for the coming spring, and the festive celebrations that close winter’s season. With the carved knickknacks, which even I don’t need magic to whittle away, I could open a booth during the festivities. I got that idea while I was in Withershire today securing a job order

. . . .

“See anything that might suit your needs?” The stall tender asked as Hopeful continued browsing the local market.
“Just looking around, do you happen to know if anyone may need an order of lumber?” The flat expression caused the dark green unicorn to continue elsewhere.
As he continued his way around the stalls there were several different wares for sale. Small trinkets and other knickknacks intermingled with high quality weaves, outfits, and personal care items. It was a bare stall that caught his attention.
“Um hello,” Hopeful started trying to get the owners attention. “I was unsure as to what this stall was; I am from out of town actually.”
“This stall is the market face for Bakerton’s Building Company.” The yellowish, extra large, equine said looking over the stalls’ edge. With a shake to clear the overflowing light brown mane he leaned over to get a better look at the inquisitive unicorn. “Not often we get unicorns clear out here, you do know where you are? Don’t you?”
“Withershire, home of the largest ponies in Equestria.”
“And what would one of the smallest ponies in Equestria want to do with a construction business?” He asked bringing his head to Hopeful’s level, “If you need business done, I can help you here; otherwise” he crossed his hooves, “You would need to talk to Davey at our main office west of the main intersection.”
“Ok thanks, that is what I need to know.” Hopeful bowed low enough to drop his blue and green mane into his face, “And I must be on my way”

As he made his way back to the main thoroughfare Hopeful paid no heed to the many hawkers offering their goods. He had come to the next closest town in hope of business opportunities, to become an opportunity for somepony else. Now that he had a destination, and proposed plan of action, he was feeling better about his early morning decision.
The route between Rickety Chance and Withershire was newly finished, and the settlement of Withershire relatively old, that he had wondered if the road had led to Rickety Chance from Withershire or if it was meant for Everfree forest. There were some signs of rushed lumbering, but the only established path was one the meandered through rolling fields.
His internal musing was interrupted as he came upon the façade to the business he desired to find. The front of the building was surfaced with interlocking wooden panels of a simple design. The only symbols on the front were a carpenter’s compass and a plum bob that signified it as construction orientated. Carefully stepping inside Hopeful was struck by how starkly different the interior was from the exterior.
The walls were lined with swirled marble, the support columns in contrast were gilded with obsidian and highlighted with amber. Hesitantly he placed a dark green hoof onto a shimmering floor before realizing that running water was covered by a plane of glass. Borrowing a confidence he never could have faked, Hopeful calmly strolled across the wide milieu towards the secretary pony.
“Hello how can I help you?” She asked as he came up to her counter.
“Yes, I would like to talk to whoever is in charge of shipping.”
“Do you have an appointment?” she asked immediately dropping the smile façade, “We have time slots for such occurrences as these.”
“No, I was not aware of such a procedure.”
“Give me a moment, to see if they have time to see you.” She waved a dismissive hoof as she turned and walked down a carpeted hallway.
“Geeze rough day eh?” a voice murmured from behind causing Hopeful to turn around and see whom was speaking. “They don’t really have any procedure,” A huge Clydesdale horse said as he made his way towards the desk where hopeful waited. “They usually throw some smoke in the air to give upper management some time to appear busy before taking in someone they haven’t met.” He offered holding out a steel silver fore-leg for a hoofshake. “Names Davey, and I’ve been dealing with the company for the past thirty years.” He said once Hopeful took his hoof in a firm grip and shook heartily.
“I go by Hopeful, currently based near Rickety Chance.”
“Sounds interesting, by the way, how is Everfree Forest out there. Tried to acquire some decent lumber from that region but most of our teamsters have less then pleasant things to say about the work out there.”
“I don’t know,” Hopeful stalled, scratching the back of his head, “I’ve had nary any trouble for the past year, except allocating which timber needs to come down and which should stay. For the health of the forest and all.”
“What brings you all the way out here, Rickety is new enough it should be needing lumber supplies to further expand on its building projects.”
“Well, not all the. . .”
“Mr. Bakerton is waiting for you.” The secretary interrupted as she stepped out of the office.
“Davey, Did you have an appointment?” Hopeful turned around to ask him just to find out he had left.
“He is a man short on time, if you would rather come back later.” She said starting him into motion. “Don’t waste anymore of his time.” The secretary muttered as he passed the doorway. “Mr. Bakerton, this here pony is looking for our shipping Coordinator”
“He never got around to talking about that” Davey’s voice came from inside the office.
“But, I, was just. .”Hopeful stumbled seeing that Davey Bakerton was on the other side of the desk in a trim suit.
“I said they try to give me time to look busy, but I tend to get a true feel for them in the lobby also.” Davey said before resting his chin on an upraised hoof. “Take a seat and truly tell me what business we may be talking about.”
Taking an offered seat, Hopeful paused a moment to gather his thoughts. “I can help supply Bakerton building with different sizes and types of wood you may need. I am not trying to become a main supplier.”
“And how do you propose to captivate my attention.” Davey asked seeming to get interested in the idea.
“I can get into a variety of woods from Everfree forest that others seem to not be able to acquire. I also have the tools needed to edge the molding or design styles needed.”
“What do you have for examples?”
“Just some little trinkets,” Hopeful said, removing some wooden pieces from his saddlebags. “These are some of the patterns I can consistently make on several types of wood. Some wood needs special treatment while carving.”
“And why would we be interested in possible business deals with you?”
“I. I, don’t know.” Hopeful stumbled “I know that you may be in need of specialty woodwork for various projects. I hope that you will consider my samples in future constructions.” Quickly gathering all his samples Hopeful stood up to leave. “Sorry I took your time when I’m not ready”
“What can you do about railings and balconies?” Davey asked without moving from his chair.
“I can have most designs and styles ready for installment if given enough time after placing an order.” He said perking up.
“How soon can you prepare enough for this order?” Davey said sliding over a stack of blueprints.

. . . .

I would have to say that heading over to Withershire today was a profitable business venture. After spending time with Davey Bakerton discussing different materials needed for construction he has me set up for a trial run. Life finally seems to be settling down on a positive note for me. Once a temporary contract is filled then I can finally start seeing profits from my life experiences.
End of Journal Entry One