Chapters “Almost there..” She whispered to herself as she stared out the window at the quickly passing scenery. The powerful engine rumbled through the train, rattling the glass window. She wondered if the windows ever broke from the intense shaking. Trees and mountains alike came and went, and scattered, isolated houses dotted the land scape. A small smile spread across her face and her eyes glimmered with anticipation. Between her teeth she played with the end of a pen, flicking it up and down as she lost herself in thought. A blank paper lay before her on a pop out table that was folded into her seat. Her flank was sore from the long ride. Glancing down at the paper she flicked the pen up and down with her mouth rapidly in frustration.
“What should I say? I only just left, but I kind of feel like I should write something. My folks are probably worried that I transferred to the wrong train, or that I lost all my bags.” Her warm smile turned bitter sweet as thoughts of home played through her mind. Finally she set pen to paper and began shakily writing down her thoughts.
Dear Mama and Papa
Right now I'm safely on the train heading to Manehattan, and yes I have all my bags. I made it here without getting lost, seems like a good sign to me. I guess we're almost there from what the conductor told us. I wont lie I'm real nervous and miss you both bunches already, but I know once I get settled in I'll feel right at home. It's a wonderful opportunity ya know, getting to work at on of the most famous bakeries in all of Equestria. Oh, and I'm sorry my writing is more messy than usual, I'm writing this on the train. I just miss you all and everyone back home and I know you two will be worry'n so I just had to start writing this now. I'll be sending you both a letter every week I promise. Say hi to all my friends back home and I wish you all the best. Keep me posted on how my little brother is coming along, I can't wait to meet him, I want to be there when he's born. Well, I think I'm gonna stretch my legs, I sure am sore from this ride, I guess I expected these seats to be more comfortable. Love you both and hope to hear from you soon.
Love, your daughter: Honeybun
With a pleased and satisfied smile she looked over what she had written. It may not be my best writing but it looks readable enough. She carefully folded the paper in half with her hooves. Opening a messenger bag hanging from her side, she dropped the letter with her mouth into a small pocket to keep it safe. Pushing the folding table back into her seat she slowly stood and gave an exaggerated stretch putting her forelegs out in front of her and bowing her head. Her muscles trembled under her pale brown fur and a content sigh escaped her lips. It's amazing how fast these trains can go and all, but I didn't think it would be this long a ride. My hind end is killing me. And I swear even my cutie mark fell asleep. She gave a dopey giggle as she turned into the isle. Suddenly, a heavy impact on her side nearly knocked her off balance, then, she heard something fall as a weight left her shoulders. Recovering from the recoil she looked down to see the her bag and it's contents scattered on the trains floor. Her face heated up with a blush when she saw that she had attracted the attention of the other passengers who were now glancing up at her.
“I- I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention and I..” She stopped as she laid eyes on the pony who bumped into her. A young unicorn mare with light lavender fur and a brilliant red main and tail curled to look almost just like roses. She looked like she could have been royalty, especially with her deep forest green eyes. Honeybun stared wide eyed at the mare. She's beautiful
“I- I'm sorry, I wasn't paying any attention either.” She looked down to the floor, unwilling to meet the still enthralled eyes of passenger she had collided with. “Oh you're bag, I'm sorry. Here, let me help you.” Her horn began to glow with a soothing green aura, much like the color of her eyes.
“Oh, no, it's my fault! I'll take care of it!” Honeybun said snapping to attention. Before she could turn around towards her bags however, they were already floating in midair, suspended in a haze of green magic. Her things levitating one by one into her bag and the strap seemed to fix it's self. A wide and bright smile of amazement spread across her face as she watched the show unfold. The bag hovered over her head and dropped over her, the strap landing softly over her neck and shoulder. Looking down at her bag her smile intensified.
“That was amazing!” She said gleefully, turning her attention back to the unicorn who was nervously fumbling with her hooves and looking down at the floor.
“It was nothing really. Haven't you ever seen unicorn magic?” She raised her head up, trying to regain her composure under the earth pony's stare.
Honeybun's eyes soften from excitement to her normal friendly look, realizing that she was making her new acquaintance uncomfortable. “Not really, can't say we have many unicorns where I'm from. Just the occasional passerby stopping at Mom and Pa's bakery and they don't really show off any magic, and I was usually in the back anyhow.”
“Oh, I see. You must be from a small town then. What brings you to Manehattan? Relatives perhaps?” She spoke softly, but enunciated perfectly. Honeybun couldn't help but feel the unicorn had an aspect of sophistication about her that she admired.
“No, I'm moving out here all on my own. I got an amazing offer to work and study under one of the best chefs in all of Equestria. I just couldn't refuse so here I am.” She spoke amiably.
“Wow, it must be quite a change for you.” Honeybun was thrilled that the unicorn sounded impressed by her. She almost wanted to hug the stranger, but thought better of it.
“It'll be hard, no doubt about that that, but my folks believe in me and I know they're proud.” She puffed out her chest and stood slightly taller as she spoke with pride for her family. The unicorn surprised her by smiling right along with her. Then, a feature on her face stole Honeybun's attention. A feature only noticeable when she smiled. Her jovial air faded into concern and her eyes softened. “What happened there? On your lip?” She spoke sympathetically and sensitively. The unicorn's eyes widened slightly as she bit her lip back, hiding a gash that ran it's length vertically towards her gums.
She smiled, still keeping her lower lip bit back. “Well, as you saw, I can be a bit of a klutz. I walked into a pole while I was getting to the station.”
“Oh, that must have hurt, you gonna be alright?”
“Oh yes, I'll be alright, I forgot it was even there. Um, If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”
“Well don't let me keep you. Anyway it was nice meeting you.” She said, returning to her normal demeanor.
“Of course, and you as well.” As Honeybun stepped aside the unicorn made her way down the cart towards the restroom. She was half way there before Honeybun called out to her, ignoring the looks she received from the other passengers.
“Hey, what's your name?! Mine's Honeybun!” The mare stopped in her tracks and stood almost perfectly still. After a moment she began to think she said something that may have offended the unicorn, but then, she slowly turned her head facing her. Her beautiful rosy hair swaying as she moved. With a smile she finally responded.
“Morning Rose. My name is Morning Rose. It's nice to meet you Ms. Honeybun. I hope we meet again.” With that she proceeded down the isle.
I hope we meet again to. She thought to herself returning to her seat. No sooner than as she sat down, the train whistled and chugged to a crawl before stopping completely. Looking out the window, she could see the expansive cityscape stretch out before her eyes. It was immense, it was amazing. 'It's beautiful! This is it. The city where all my dreams will come true. With eye burning with strength and optimism, she stepped back into the isle and proceeded down towards the exit. My future is here, I can just feel it!
“This place is incredible!” Honeybun marveled as she walked down the crowded city streets. Looking at the towering structures that loomed overhead with wide eyed wonder. The midday sun gleamed off their mirror like surface casting an almost halo like light on the towering structures. The city was full of so many sounds, sights and smells. It was almost overwhelming for the small town country girl. Everypony sure seems in a hurry though. I bet you'll never run out of things to do in a place like this. It's nothing like back home. I doubt I could ever meet everypony in the city and I know I'd never be able to remember all their names. She couldn't help but grin conspicuously everywhere she looked, eyes glittering with excitement. High end shops and vendors round every corner captivated her curiosity and wonder. Stopping in front of a display window for an upscale dress shop she gazed behind the glass like a child would a toy shop.
“It's beautiful!” She was mesmerized by a luxurious light blue dress that looked fit for a princess with ornate lace and ribbon and perfect stitching. Her eyes slowly wandered down to the price tag listed at the base of the mannequin. “Sweet Celestia!” She blurted out much louder that she'd have liked as she looked around for the incredulous stares of passerbys. To her relief and surprised, no pony was paying any attention to her. With a sigh she returned to the price tag. Well, I wouldn't have any need for a dress that fancy any how. Besides, Nopony back home would even recognize me if I came home in something like that... Still, maybe someday. Smiling, she left the window and continued down the bustling street.
I wonder, I still have some time before it gets dark, and the landlord let the moving service in so I doubt I have to worry about my stuff. I guess I could take a small detour to learn about the city and feel my way around. I don't want to spend too much time out since I still have to unpack and get settled in. Besides, I don't start my apprenticeship till the day after tomorrow, I can spend more time exploring tomorrow. I bet I'll never see everything this wonderful place has to offer. She wandered around, passing by delicious smelling fast food vendors and peddlers stands full of more wears than she had ever seen in her local shops back home. High class restaurants were a common site in this city as she passed by many establishments, most were completely packed with hungry customers. That'll be me soon, my own restaurant. Filled with smiling faces enjoying my hard work and chatting happily. I can't wait! Beaming with confidence and excitement she sped her pace, nearly skipping down the street. A new and rhythmic sound tore her from her thoughts. Turning her head down a narrow street she located the source of the sound.
“A street performance!” Excitedly, she hurried down the street to see a group of four young ponies. Two pegasai and two earth ponies. Some of their instruments were unconventional at best, as a large, muscular orange pegasus was improvising trash cans for drums while a dull grey earth pony was producing a fast paced beat from his throat that the drummer was playing in time to. Behind them, a light brown stallion with a shaved mane strummed on a beat up looking guitar. A young earth pony mare with ebony black coat and a short, pitch black mane with streaks of hot pink was jamming out on a portable keyboard. She was wearing a dark grey hoodie and was looking really into her performance. Actually, It kind of looks like she doesn't care about her performance at all, I don't think any of them notice that I'm here. But they sound pretty good and look like their having fun, I've never heard music like this before. It's chaotic, it's messy, but, I can tell they're having fun, it shows in their music. She watched silently as their session continued, losing herself in the unusual melody. Soon, she closed her eyes and let the music flow over her, it was invigorating and empowering. Time seemed to fly by as her mind focused on very nuance. Without her even realizing it, she had begun to bob her head to the beat. The thing that stood out to her the most was the keyboard. It's sounds seemed to seep into ever facet of the song, permeating throughout it with it's rapid fire notes and energetic chords. She could tell they had a lot of practice, but the filly on the keyboard had talent and passion. She reminds me of old Mr. Viola. Well, not the music, but the same love of her music. You can just hear it in her playing. I bet her cutie mark is something to do the keyboard.
“Hey, you gonna just stand there with your eyes closed?” A fillies voice shook her from her daze as she opened her eyes. The entire ensemble was looking at her and smiling. A blush spread across her face as she glanced around her, as if to ensure nopony else was staring at her.
“Uh, I- Um... I guess I got a bit caught up in your song and thinking about how good it sounded, I kind of got lost in my thoughts.” Honeybun stammered nervously, avoiding the eyes of band.
“Thanks, not every pony here appreciates our talent and hard work.” The hooded filly on keyboard grinned slyly, looking over to her band mates. The drummer, an earth pony, tipped his head, letting his beret fall into his hoof. He smiled expectantly at Honeybun who was looking rather bemused.
“Care to provide some bits to some struggling artists?” The filly prodded. Finally it clicked for Honeybun.
“Oh! Oh of course! Here.” She reached into her messenger bag and fished out a few bits, dropping them into the drummers beret. “you're music was really unique and I could tell you were really enjoying it.” She gave a heartfelt smile as she spoke. The filly seemed taken aback by her earnest and pleasant nature, even eying her suspiciously for a moment. Soon however, she relaxed her mistrust and smiled back at her.
“Thanks, most ponies around here have no taste in good music at all. Speaking of which, you're not from around here are you?”
“Oh, is it that obvious? No, actually I just moved here today from a small town to the west. I got a really good opportunity out here so I decided to see it through. Oh, I'm sorry I didn't even introduce my self yet! The name's Honeybun and it's a pleasure to meet y'all.” She dipped her head respectfully. A gesture the band seemed to find oddly formal.
“The west huh, well Manehattan is gonna be a big change then. I'm Synth, over there on vocals is Bounce. Drums is Beat. And on guitar we have Strum.” The band bobbed their heads in greeting.
“Nice to meet you all.” She responded pleasantly. Are those really their names? I've hears singers and artist sometimes use stage names.
“Anyway, welcome to the city. It's probably scary being in a place like this but don't worry too much. Just learn who, what and where to stay away from and you'll probably make it out of this place just fine.” Synth's tone became cool and distant as her light pink eyes seemed to drift off to something intangible. Her sudden change filled Honeybun with a sense of foreboding that almost made a shiver run down her spine.
“W- what do you mean... make it out?” She stuttered nervously. In response an annoyed look flashed across Synth's face.
“Just what I said. You should get out of here. This part of town isn't bad, but still not somewhere you want to be wandering around in the dark in, especially if you don't know where you're going. We've got to get going. Come on guys. We're done for the day.” Mumbles erupted from the other ponies as they begrudgingly packed their respective instruments. Synth walked right by her without making eye contact, her keyboard slung over her shoulder, so large it was only inches off the ground given her short stature.
I wonder what she meant by that. This city seems wonderful and everypony I've met is seems nice. Maybe what Mama and Papa told me about the big city is true... No way, that was all just a bunch of hooey, try'n to keep me from coming out here. I'm sure it's nothing... I'm sure of it.
“Ah! This hay dog is so delicious!” She said bubbly, biting down on the last morsel of her meal. Licking her lips she sat up from her table with a content smile. Casting her eyes to the sky, a disappointed look took over her expression. I guess I have to get home soon, the sun will be going down soon... Her thoughts drifted back to what Synth had said earlier as she started making her way down the street once again. Even if she was exaggerating, I still don't want to get lost here at night. Speaking of which..
“Where am I?” She said blankly, coming to a stop in the middle of the side walk. Ponies walked around her like water in a river would around a rock as she looked frantically around at the street signs, looking for a street name she recognized. Failing that panic soon set it.'No! no, no, no, no! I can't be lost! How did that happen? I swear I only turned all of about three times! This isn't good, this is really not good!
“Um, Excuse me sir I-” She asked, trying to elicit help from one of the other pedestrians but was ignored as he continued to walk right by her. Turning her head she spotted an older mare walking towards her. Feeling more confident talking to a less intimidating stranger she intercepted her, stepping right in her path.
“Ma'am, do you think you could help me? I'm trying to find Exmoore Ave, do you think you could help me? I just moved here and I'm kind of lost.” Honeybun asked hopefully with a cheery smile. The mare glanced around her quickly before returning her attention back to Honeybun.
“I'm sorry, I don't know where that is. Sorry, but I really must be going.” Before Honeybun could respond the mare side stepped her and hurried down the sidewalk, joining the throngs of ponies. Her heart began to race, as the prospect of being lost in the massive city became increasingly real. What do I do? If I try to find it on my own I could just end up getting more lost, or end up in one of the places that Synth said to avoid. But I can't just stay here and do nothing, I'm running out of time. What should I do? Maybe if I find a police station they could help me... But where's the police station? Oh I have no idea what to do! I wish my Mama was her, her sense of direction is way better than mine. If Papa were here I bet he would be able to talk to strangers better. Maybe this was a mistake. She could feel tears building up in her eyes and her chest felt tight. She shut her eyes tight, squeezing small drops from them. Her chest spasmed as she tried to force back her sobs. Don't cry Honeybun, don't cry...
“Um, are you alright? You said you're lost right?” A voice pierced the white noise of mumbles that was coming from the crowd. Her eyes shot open to see a pegasus mare, about her age standing in front of her. She had a wispy grey mane that looked like the darkest of storm clouds and a pale blue coat. She was almost unreal as the blue of her pelt looked like her body had frozen, like her fur and skin were frosted over. Looking at her gave Honeybun a chill and an immense desire to wrap her hooves around the stranger to try and warm her up. On instinct alone she almost asked if she was okay. Instead, she got control of her thoughts just in time to weakly respond.
“Y- yeah.. I just moved here and I got lost. I can't find my apartment and I'm scared I'll be stuck out here in the dark and nopony will help me.” She was struggling against the urge to cry the entire time she spoke, trying to sound as normal as she could, but her voice would crack from her strained throat. She began wiping away her tears with her forelegs.
“Hey don't worry, I've lived here my whole life. Why don't you tell me where you're apartment is? I can probably tell you how to get there from here.” The stranger smiled reassuringly.
“Really?! Oh thank you! I was so worried I would have to sleep out here! I don't know how I would have handled that. Thanks bunches! My address is five- fifty- one Exmoor Ave. Do you know where that is?” She smiled back hopefully, and to her relief, the mare nodded.
“Yeah, I know how to get there. See that street there?” Honeybun followed her hoof as she pointed down a street to her left. “Go down there, then take a left on to Celestia street. From there keep going till you hit Mane street. Exmoor will be the first left on Mane.”
“Oh, so I'm not that far! Thank you so much, I don't know what I would have done without you.”
“Don't worry about it.” She smiled softly back at Honeybun. “But hey, I know a faster way to get there if you want. It's a shortcut I take to get home all the time and it goes right past your street.”
“Really? Would you mind showing me? I want to get home and get unpacked as soon as I can.”
“Sure thing.” She nodded before she began trotting slowly. “Follow me.” With Honeybun in toe they walked a short way down the street before the pegasus made a sharp turn down an alley way. Turning around she looked almost impatiently at her follower.
“Are you coming?” She asked. Honeybun looked wearily around the threshold of the narrow and poorly lit alley.
“Are you sure this is a shortcut?” She asked nervously.
“Of course I am, I use this way all the time to get home. Trust me.” At her guides behest, she gingerly stepped down the alley, following closely behind her to avoid getting further lost. Then, something caught her eye on her new acquaintance’s flank.
She doesn't have a cutie mark? But she looks like she's almost as old as me, maybe older. Why doesn't she have it yet? As she pondered this, they rounded one more narrow corridor. Suddenly, they came to a stop.
“So, this is your first day in Manehattan?” She spoke without even turning to look at Honeybun.
“Y- yeah.. Today's my fist day. Why?” She was starting to get a strong, uneasy feeling as she took a step back instinctively. The pegasus turned to her, with calm smile she spoke.
“Well then, consider this your welcome party.” Suddenly, with a blur of motion she felt a painful blow to her face, striking with such force that it caused her to stagger. Her ears rang and she could taste blood flowing into her mouth. Then, in another pale blue blur she was pulled to the ground and a familiar weight left her shoulders. As her senses returned she could only see the back of the pegasus as she ran off with her bag, and everything in it.
“No! Please come back! I need that! Please...” She cried out, but it was too late, her assailant had already bolted down another alley, and was long gone. She slowly got back on her hooves. Blood seeped from her mouth down her lips, staining her fur. The impact she made with the pavement had tore through her fur and scraped up her front knees. Her heart was racing and her body was shaking from adrenaline, but everything still hurt. Her soft sobs echoed around her as she stared dejectedly where the pegasus vanished to, tears effortlessly flowing down her cheeks.
“Why is this happening? T-this was supposed to be a new start for me. I was supposed to have a happy life here. Why would somepony do that? Take something that doesn't belong them? I- I didn't do anything to her.” She trotted down the street to her apartment building, finally having found it with the directions given to her by the thief. Her eyes were were sore and tired right along with the rest of her body. Her mouth still had the repulsive taste of blood in it and the fur on her cheeks were soaked through with her tears. I shouldn't have come out here.. My Papa was right, this is too much for me. I really am still just a filly. I should go back home. Mama and Papa would be happy to have me back, besides, I've been worried about how Papa will do without me helping him. As she approached her small, three story apartment she saw a rather bulky earth pony stallion stepping out from the front door and locking it. Nervously she called out to him.
“Excuse me, wait! I need to get in there!” Coming to a stop at the small set of cement stairs that led up to the door she looked up at the stallion with eyes filled with desperation.
“Do you live here?”
“Yes, I um, I just moved in today. Well, At least my stuff is moved in. My key, it just got stolen and-”
“Do you have an ID?”
“Well that was in my bag with my key so...”
“Sorry kid, without a key or ID only the landlord can let you in, I'm just maintenance and security. And the landlord just left about ten minutes ago. You can try and catch up with him I guess he lives about twenty minutes from here. Otherwise you wont be seeing him until at least tomorrow morning.” He spoke plainly and unsympathetically.
“But, but I... I don't know this city. I'll just get lost again if I try to find him!” Tears were again stinging her eyes as the flowed down.
“I don't know what else to tell you. You could try the police station, but I doubt you'll be able to find it before it gets dark if you don't know your way around. Anyway, I got to get going, hope it works out for ya. Night.” He nonchalantly brushed right past the distraught mare, leaving her alone at the base of her steps.
“No. No... Why is this happening to me?” Honeybun whispered to herself, her throat sore and hoarse from struggling against her whimpers. Sitting on the lower most step, she buried her head in her forelegs and, giving up on holding back her feelings, cried in despair. The sky was dyed a dull red from the setting sun, it would be night soon, and she was all alone.
The train rumbled under hoof as Morning Rose walked down the aisle, lost in thought. We'll be arriving soon. Manehattan, my new home, at least for the next year. My fist home away from my mom... In her rumination she failed to notice a mare had stepped into the aisle, right up until she slammed into her, nearly knocking the air out of her lungs. She looked up from the floor just as the clatter of luggage falling onto the floor drew the attention of the other passengers. She was a light brown earth pony who looked older than Morning Rose by several years. Her mane was a vivid violet tied up in the back with a hair pin shaped like a daisy. Despite being tied back her hair still stuck out wildly around it almost looking like a pinwheel.
“I- I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention and I...” The mare began nervously before stopping mid sentence as she stared wide eyed at Morning Rose who nervously turned her head, angling it away from the mares gaze.
She's just staring at me. Did she see? Is it that bad? I didn't have time to check. Calm Down Rose, just say something.
“I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention either...” She said softly. Glancing up, she saw that she was still being stared at as though she were some exotic oddity. She lowed her head, feeling anxious tension building withing her as though she were being scrutinized. Come on! Think of something, something to distract her... A scattered mess on the floor behind her new acquaintance caught her eye.
“Oh your bag, I'm sorry. Here, let me help you.” As she spoke a light green glow surrounded her horn and enveloped the mares belongings. I was hoping I could avoid everypony on this ride. I don't want to be seen like this.
“Oh, no, it's my fault! I'll take care of it!” She said apologetically finally seeming to come back to reality. By the time she had spun around to get her things, Morning Rose already had them suspended in her magic. The spilled contents of her bag were placed carefully back in place as Rose strained her magic. This is a bit out of my element, but it should be doable. Now, all that's left is to reconnect the strap. She shut her eyes tightly as she weaved one end of the strap into the plastic brace on the other until they were secured. With a sigh of relief she placed the bag back over the mare's shoulder.
“That was amazing!” She exclaimed excitedly, completely ignorant of the attention she was drawing to the two of them. Morning Rose couldn't help but be taken aback by the sudden enthusiasm towards her. Her eyes glistened with amazement as she beamed at Rose. She almost blushed at the attention, unused to such praise by anypony other than a teacher.
“It was nothing really. Haven't you ever seen unicorn magic?” Rose said composing herself.
“Not really, can't say we have many unicorns where I'm from. Just the occasional passerby stopping at Mom and Pa's bakery and they don't really show off any magic, and I was usually in the back anyhow.” She said, her excitement giving way to a calmer but none the less friendly smile. Morning Rose couldn't help but feel more at ease as she listened to the mare speak. She's strange. It's hard to place, but she has a very honest and even childlike air about her. It's rather calming.
“Oh, I see. You must be from a small town then. What brings you to Manehattan? Relatives perhaps?” Morning Rose spoke amiably, reflecting her acquaintance's demeanor.
“No, I'm moving out here all on my own. I got an amazing offer to work and study under one of the best chefs in all of Equestria. I just couldn't refuse so here I am.” She said proudly, even puffing out her chest slightly. Rose was did not share her enthusiasm. Somepony like her in the big city, all alone for the first time. She looks like she's had a pretty comfortable life with a good family. She's going to have a hard time in Manehattan. She'll learn, then she'll be just like everypony else... Miserable... It's so unfair.
“Wow, it must be quite a change for you.” She said trying to sound as neutral as she could, though in her effort to not sound unconfident her voice sounded almost as though she were impressed.
“It'll be hard, no doubt about that that, but my folks believe in me and I know they're proud.” She said smiling nostalgically. Morning Rose felt a pang of sadness and regret as she saw the happiness in the mare's eyes. Then her glistening euphoric eyes turned somber and sympathetic.
“What happened there? On your lip?” She spoke softly. Morning Rose's eyes widened and her body felt like it was heating up with suppressed panic as she struggled against her fight or flight instinct. She bit back at her lip, feeling the deep, fresh gash with her tongue. She saw. How noticeable is it? I- I need to go. She forced a smile as best she could while keeping her lip bit back.
“Well, as you saw, I can be a bit of a klutz. I walked into a pole while I was getting to the station.” She said calmly with a smile.
“Oh, that must have hurt, you gonna be alright?” Her voice was heavy with concern. Increasingly, Rose felt more and more cornered. Does she know? How could she know? The way she's looking at me... I really don't think she believes that I walked into a pole. I need to get away from her! I- I just need to be alone.
“Oh yes, I'll be alright, I forgot it was even there. Um, If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” Please just let me go! don't ask if I'm alright. don't ask what happened.
“Well don't let me keep you. Anyway it was nice meeting you.” Her amiable smile returning. Rose breathed a mental sigh of relief.
“Of course, and you as well.” She said politely as the mare stepped aside allowing her passage which she quickly took. Though she only got half way to the other end of the car before the now familiar voice called out to her.
“Hey, what's your name?! Mine's Honeybun!”
Morning Rose came to a dead stop in the middle of the aisle. Don't cry, not yet, just hold it in a little longer. Please, just leave me alone. I don't want her to see, I don't want to talk about it! Calm down Rose, calm down. She took a deep steadying breath- Just act normal and you wont have to. - and released it. Her throat was tight as she fought the urge to cry and her eyes her were sore. Still, she turned towards Honeybun with as warm a smile as she could fake.
“Morning Rose. My name is Morning Rose. It's nice to meet you Ms. Honeybun. I hope we meet again.” Without awaiting a response she cantered to the restroom and softly shut to door behind her and locked it. Staggering to the sink she looked in the mirror, her forelegs bearing her weight against the wall. Finally, she was alone. Tears that had been building her her eyes began to flow down her cheeks, leaving trails soaking into her fur. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she placed her forehead against the cool glass. I- I thought I would be free of this. I thought I wouldn't have to hide away and cry any more. Her hot breath fogged the mirror as her throat and chest spasmed with silenced sobs. She was trembling so violently that she could feel a change in the shaking of the glass from the trains mechanical vibrations. Stop it! I'm alone now! You can't do this to me anymore! I'm free! I'm free... Pulling back from the mirror she opened her eyes, blinking away the tears that hindered her vision. Pulling a hoof from the wall she wiped her nose and eyes.
“It looks pretty bad.” She whispered to herself as she examined the laceration in her lip. The bleeding had stopped an hour ago but she could still taste the blood somehow. With a heavy sigh she relaxed her body, stemming the flow of tears.
“That's right, I'm free now...” Suddenly the train came grinding to a stop. Morning Rose looked to the door. I'm here, Manehattan. The city where my dream will come true. This is the start of my life, and the end of my old one.
The city was certainly a site to behold, even compared to Morning Rose's hometown. She marveled at the towering cityscape as it sprawled before her. She stood at the exit of the train station, her single bag resting on a strap over her shoulder. She took a deep breath of the city before promptly sighing it away.
This is definitely a city, the air tastes just as awful as back home, maybe even more so. Already feeling an unwanted sense of defeat, she shook her lightly before departing from the station. Aside form the smell of crowded and polluted air, the smell of fine dining from the nearby restaurants wafted down wind to her. The harsh air was nothing to Morning Rose compared to the noise from the hustle and bustle of Manehattan as she stepped onto the street from the train station. Shouting, banging, growls and grunts erupted from every street corner resonating with the clatter of the combined hoof beats of a million busy ponies, idly going about their days, many seeming unaware of each other.
“A step forward and I'll again become a faceless fixture of my home, just like the throngs that walk these city streets.” A dull ache pulled at her heart, despite her better logic, she could only feel a familiar fate pulling her towards it, helpless against it as a driftwood in the tide.
It's not the same Morning Rose, It's different. You're free. Do you really want to maintain your old identity? What's the harm in melding in? I will still be just as I am, I only won't be seen as I was, and that's what I want. I want to be free of it. With a firm and strong step forward she steeled herself against her hesitation, placing one hoof in front of the other as she joined the herd.
Rose bumped along the dense streets following the throngs. Several times she caught pedestrians eyeing her with exasperation when she look down from the towering skyscrapers overhead. She thought she must have looked like a tourist, logically, it made sense. Deep down though, in some weak facet of her mind, she felt they were looking at the gash on her lip, and glaring in disapproval of her. She couldn't help but hang her head low, keeping her eyes to the sidewalk as she totted through the city. Every time she glanced up, she felt as though she was being stared at. Turning her head away from the streets she bit back at her lip, pulling the wound into her mouth and, she hoped, out of sight. It throbbed painfully under the pressure of her bite and the pressure squeezed fresh blood against her tongue, filling her mouth with the harsh disgusting metallic taste.
“Where's Twenty-first street? I just want to get home and unpack.” Rose mumbled to herself. She had to resist the urge to spit out her blood on the side of the street. She doubted anypony would ask if she was okay, but on the off chance she didn't want to risk it. Like she had to do many times before, she braced herself and swallowed her bloody saliva, it nearly making her gag as it went down her throat. Okay, first thing I'm doing when I get to my new home is brushing my teeth. Self consciously she tried to lick her teeth clean of and sanguine stains. With each step she felt the strap of her bag digging into her back and shoulder. Tired and sore from the long train ride she grumbled as she glanced up to scan the street signs she had memorized on the way here. Okay, there's that street so I can't be far. I chose the location that I'll be staying in for it's proximity to my school and the train station, but this city is big, it seemed a lot closer on the map. I guess it's just something I'll have to get used to. With a sigh, she found her next turn down a narrow road branching off from the busy main street. A quick looked filled her with relief as she found this street to be pleasingly less populated. Her tension waning, Rose began trotting down the street.
“Excuse me, are you a tourist?” A chipper mare's voice called from behind her. Morning Rose jumped and her tail shot straight as her heart skipped a beat. Looking down the street she found that there were only a few other ponies on the street and a dark alley way lay beside her. A sense of fear began to overtake her, she felt vulnerable, part of her wanted to run away, to get away as fast as she could. No, don't think like that Morning Rose, you're not there anymore, you don't need to be afraid of every stranger, get a hold of yourself!
“Um, excuse me, are you alright?” The voice spoke again, this time with a hint of concern.
“Y-yes! I'm alright, I apologize for not responding right away.” Forcing a soft smile that she felt still hid her wound, she turned around to face the stranger. She didn't see what she expected. It was a young pegasus mare, a little older than herself. She had frosty, pale blue fur and a cloudy grey mane with darker streaks that resembled a ferocious storm clouds. Her eyes were what took Rose aback. They were a cool, blueish grey but despite their outer amiability, she felt she could see dark clouds behind them. Still, the mare went on smiling, which was most off putting to Rose. The contrast of her smile and her eyes, it seemed wrong somehow.
“That's alright! So you're a tourist right? You've got a lot of bags though, did you just move here?” The pegasus spoke in excited rapid fire. Still unnerved by her eyes, Morning Rose casually stepped back, her leg muscles tensed to run.
“Yes... I just moved here.”
“Where are going? You look a little lost. I've lived in this city my whole life and I can probably tell you where to go.” Still, the mare spoke amiably and her smile seemed genuine. Despite that, something just felt off as Morning Rose debated leaving without another word.
“I- I know how to get to my place... but that you for your concern.”
“Oh, are you sure? Manehattan is a big place, you wouldn't want to get lost.” She pressed, taking a step closer.
“I'm sure. Again thank you a lot for your concern.” She forced a smile, attempting to not come off as defensive or frightened. Suddenly, the mare's smile vanished and her visage matched her air, cold and dark. Rose's fears soared as the mare stared blankly at her. Her icy gaze chilling Morning Rose who began to tremble.
“What happened to your face? Your lip?” she asked coldly. Despite her tone, almost devoid of feeling, Morning Rose thought she felt a hint of empathy. Biting her lip back, concealing it in vain, and staggered back.
“I- I really have to go!” Without another word she spun around and ran as fast as she could, leaving the mysterious pony behind without once looking back. She bolted down the street, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew! I don't know how but she knew! Can everyone see? Will everyone know?! Keeping her fast pace she darted down side streets, keeping her teary eyes on the signs as she galloped so as not to get lost in the massive city. After minutes of running she was forced to a stop at a busy intersection, across the perilous street, lay her destination. Huffing for breath, she rested against a rusty pole, a button protruded from it's side to alert the traffic to a pedestrian's desire to cross. Finally, she looked back behind her. Despite receiving curious looks, just as she thought, she hadn't been followed by the mare.
I don't know what's wrong with me, I didn't have any reason to run. She felt disappointment in herself as her body relaxed. With a bump of her hoof she hit the button and turned towards the street. Is this how I am now? The slightest thought of it is going to make me run away? I thought I came here to get away from that, not to let it control my life again. An image of a hoof appeared in the signal that dangled above the middle of the street, indicating that she could safely cross. Her body felt weak and heavy, her bags felt like they were now filled with cement and she trudged into the crosswalk, her hooves dragging against the pavement. Looking up, she could see her apartment in sight, a tall brick building, a metal fence made a perimeter around it's roof and tall, arched windows were paired in two along it's outer wall. A deep and tired sigh left her as she reached the other side of the street. All I want to do now... is sleep.
The dim alleyway echoed with the sounds of the busy street it separated from. The clop of hooves again the pavement mixed with the clatter of hundreds of voices, the tall stone wall of the massive buildings that enveloped the narrow alley acted as an all to perfect amplifier, elevating the hustle and bustle of the Manehattan to a raucous din, even in these early morning hours. Gentle rays of sunlight streamed over head, piercing through the smoggy clouds. A young mare looked up to the sky, her dull grey eyes were tired and dull as she slowly got off the dirty cement floor, loudly cracking her neck as she stood. Her mane was bedraggled and her fur was dusty, as she stood up on all fours she took a deep breath accompanied by an immense yawn. Arching her back and stretching her legs, she readied her body for the day ahead as she always did.
“I wish the city would sleep in for once.” With a sigh, she quickly shook her head back and forth, reclaiming the last bit of her alertness from the clutches of her bleary mind. Her stomach gave loud growl that echoed through the empty alleyway. 'Ugh, I guess I need to try to get some breakfast today... ' With that thought and an empty stomach, Cloud Drift padded out of the dark alley and onto the street, her eyes squinting, trying to resist the sudden brightness of the day. Time to get to work. Damn I hate this place. What time is it? I need to eat something. Looking up to the immense structures, she scanned over the skyscrapers, one by one, until she found what she was looking for. An old clock tower, a remnant of a bygone time, still ticking away tirelessly keeping track of every second, every day, for as long as she could remember. Seven huh? Good timing I guess, I still wish I was able to sleep in. Couldn't they do this later, like, eleven instead or something?
“Guess I still have a little time to get there.” Cloud Drift trotted slowly down the streets, her weak, malnourished body unable to do much more than amble. Glancing around the street, she felt the darting eyes of the few pedestrians who didn't know better, looking at her before quickly retracting. They must be new to this part of town... It was an unspoken rule, or at least, that's how it seemed to her. You ignore the poor, underprivileged ponies, walking around with dirty manes and scrawny frames. You just don't look, keep walking, unless you know them, you keep your distance. The churches and a few volunteer groups are the only ones to make eye contact. They're the only ones that go out of their way to deal with the likes of us. Sometimes the normal ponies will look at you if you beg for change or try to bum a cigarette, but even then, unless you're downtown in the slums, nopony is likely to look at you for longer than it takes for them to feel like you wont mug them. “I hate this city.”
“Then leave, nopony wants you here anyway.” A young mare's voice called from behind her. Cloud Drift slowly turned to face her. There weren't many ponies that would talk to her, much less talk to her that casually. As she completed her about face she found a familiar filly smiling slyly at her. A young mare, she was pitch black from tail to nose save for bright streaks of hot pink in her mane and her equally vivid, near neon pink eyes. She wore a baggy dull grey hoodie and a keyboard was slung over her back. Cloud Drift returned the wily grin.
“You're one to talk about not being wanted Synth, you think ponies like that noise pollution you call music?”
“Hey at least one of us is trying something close to an honest living. I bet you can't even name the last song you've listened to.” Synth trotted up beside her, the two fell into step together as they made their way down the street.
“An honest living? Right, how many bits did you make in your last show?” Cloud Drift said snidely.
“Hey, we're establishing an audience! Once we have our following our music is gonna explode!” Her retort came with a mock glare of frustration.
“I'm sure that's what every amateur with an instrument says. By the way, can I bum a cigarette? I haven't had one in like a week.” The smell of cigarette smoke wafting on the breeze triggered her craving, it helped stave off hunger, curb boredom and de-stress, it was really a must have for ponies like her, she thought. Synth looked up at her with a shocked grimace.
“I'm just an innocent filly! I would never go anywhere near those dangerous, bad things! Why would you even think I would have them?” With an angry huff, Synth turned her head away, so offended that she wouldn't even look at Cloud Drift. The pegasus rolled her eyes with a smirk.
“Come on, you and I both know your brother can't count for shit, he wouldn't miss a few cigs.” Cloud Drift nudged the filly with her wing as they walked. With a sigh, Synth turned back towards Cloud Drift, her eyes betrayed a dull sadness
“Actually, my brother says he's quitting to save money.” Her voice was forlorn as she turned her gaze to the pavement. Despite the distraught look in her friend's eyes, Cloud Drift chuckled.
“So it's getting that bad huh? Wow, it's pretty bad that I don't envy you.”
“Nopony asked you Drift. Anyway, yeah he has a few packs lying around and yeah, I may have grabbed one.”
“Well, don't keep me in suspense, you gonna give me one or not?” Her voice became irritated and her tail lashed back and forth. Shaking her head, Synth let out a soft sigh.
“Yeah, you can have one. Get me back some time soon though. Now that my brother is going cold turkey I'll need to start bumming more. Strum is the only other one in our band that smokes but he usually sells em so I can't really count on his charity.” Stopping in the middle of the side walk the pair meandered to the solid brick wall that lined it. Trash littered the curb and the edge of the walkway against the wall. Mostly fast food wrappers, some broken glass, a few beer and whiskey bottles, a used condom and sitting by the storm drain, teetering on the edge of falling, was a used needle. It was just a typical street in this part of town. Throngs of ponies rushed by as Cloud Drift and Synth leaned against the wall of the nameless building with bars on it's windows, none batting an eye and the school age filly dug her hoof into the deep pockets of her hoodie and pulled out a slightly crumpled pack of cigarettes. With a flick of her hoof, it opened and a single cigarette slid out above the rest of the half empty container.
“Thanks, you have no idea how much I could use one right now.” Without another word, Cloud Drift pulled it out and placed it filter end in her mouth. Shreds of tobacco fell from it's tip as it came out. “Got a light?”
“Nah, I just carry them around for the smell.” She scoffed sarcastically. Digging further in to her pocket she produced a cheap, disposable lighter. Holding it up she rolled the small wheel and pressed on the button. An orange and blue flame burst out after a fit of sparks. Cloud Drift raised he hoof to protect the small fire from being blown out by the breeze. The flame seared the tip of her cigarette. With a longing inhale she pulled the fragrant, nostalgic smoke into her lungs. Immediately she felt a little bit better.
“Thanks, Synth, I'll get you back for it, don't worry.”
“You better, I'm going to have a hard time getting anymore soon.”
“I hear ya, this shit's getting expensive. The total two bits you make from your shows a week isn't gonna get you much.”
“Whatever, I'll figure it out. I know you'll return the favor anyway.”
“You know it!” Cloud Drift affirmed with a content smile. “Come on, I have a place to be soon. It's on your way so you'll just have some company most of the way.”
“Okay, where are we going?” Before giving Synth an answer, Cloud Drift started walking. Without a though she followed behind.
“I'm going to get some food.”
“Oh... Drift you know I can't stick around for that.” Synth's voice took on a new worried tone and her eyes glistened sympathetically as she stared at Cloud Drift's back.
“I wouldn't let you even if you asked.”
“Drift... I know I've said this before but, I really wouldn't mind you staying at my place. We have usually food and a roof. You could stay in my room, I doubt my brother would notice, even if he did, if it's you he probably wouldn't care.” Synth's voice was gentle and sincere. Cloud Drift stopped and turned to face her, a cigarette smoldering to it's filter in her mouth and hazy white smoke seeping out of her mouth and nose.
“I appreciate that, I really do. You're pretty much the only pony in the hole of a city that I might call a friend, but I think I'll take my place over yours. Like I said, I don't envy you.”
“I guess I understand...” Her vibrant eyes became a little duller as she looked from Cloud Drift to the ground and depression swept over her.
“Hey, if you ever want a change of scenery, I can save you a spot in my usual alley,” She chuckled.
“Thanks but, I think I like having a roof too much to take you up on that.” Synth looked back up with a half grin. “I don't know how you can stand it, you don't even have a TV.”
“Hey, between the two of us, I don't think I know who has the most balls.” She joked as Synth caught up, both wanking in sync with each other, side by side. The immense city of Manehattan loomed all around them, it's shadow cast over them. For them, it felt inescapable, but at the same time, they each felt in their own way, that they were in a constant fight with it, everyday, and they wouldn't lose.
Cloud Drift and Synth continued down the street, side by side, the streets became cleaner and the kind of ponies they passed were different than downtown. They were in a tourist block, expensive shops and foods and hotels surrounded them. Cloud Drift felt the calming effect of nicotine leave her, in it's wake, a powerful craving for another cig, she knew she couldn't bum another one off Synth, but damn she wanted one. Taking a deep breath, she focused on a building in front of them, it was a small, with large windows facing the street and a fenced off area with several tables for outside dining. I had an ornate and large sign displaying it's name to any passer by: Doux de Trèfle.
“Well… I think I'm going to head to band practice.” Synth said wearily as she looked between her friend and the restaurant.
“Yeah, you do that.” Drift said absently, her eyes tracking a truck as it rolled into an alley behind the establishment.
“Be careful okay, it'll be hard for you to get me back for that cig if you're in behind bars.”
“Yeah, you just make sure you aren't seen either, your brother will be pissed if he has to deal with DCF for you're skipping school again.” She chuckled.
“Yeah, I know it. He'll give me an excuse when I get home just so he doesn't have to deal with that shit. Anyway, I'll be fine. I'll see ya round Drift.” Synth turned around and began walking towards a side street.
“See ya round.” With that goodbye out of the way, she watched from her periphery as Synth vanished behind some buildings as she rounded the corner, once her friend was out of site, Drift made her way to Doux de Trèfle.
The restaurant staff were busy inside, getting ready for another busy day, waiters prepared tables and the cooks were busy in back. As Drift approached, she could hear the sounds of heavy hooves and wooden boxes, peering around the corner down the alley where the delivery carts unloaded, she saw two large stallions hard at work removing crates from the back of the cart. She knew the drill, it was simple, so she watched carefully as they worked, waiting for an opening. Yeah, there were other ways of getting food in Manehattan, legal and free, she knew that better than most, having steered more than a few needy and hungry to them. Her stomach again growled and ached, begging for sustenance. Come on, hurry up already!
Just as she began worrying her stomach would give her away before so could grab anything, she saw her chance as both stallions struggled with a large wooden crate, carefully hauling it down the ramp and slowly guiding it to the back door. Cloud Drift quickly scanned around her, finding that the coast was clear she as quickly and quietly as she could sprinted to the cart. Most of the boxes were removed, and the few boxes left were in the back of the cart. Drift padded to a box and haphazardly tore through part of the cardboard, and shiny, crisp light green apples poured out. Damn, this place is ritzy, these things must be expensive, shit, I can see my reflection in these apples.
Sweeping them off the floor and scooping them into her foreleg, she collected her prize, grabbing one with her mouth, the sweet but tart juices flowed into her mouth from the crisp, firm fruit. It took monumental self control to not begin eating right then.
“Hey! What do you think you're doing!”
Drift spun around, several apples spilling from her bent leg as she turned. They two stallions were standing outside at the back of the cart looking less than thrilled to see her. Shit.
“I said what do you think you're doing you bitch! Put those down!” He turned to his coworker. “Go call the cops, I'll keep her here.”
“Yeah, you stole from the wrong cart drivers, lady!” He chuckled before going off to call the authorities. Then, Drift saw her chance as his back was turned. She dropped all but the apple in her mouth and sprinted full speed at them. The space was too narrow to open her wings, but she's had a lot of practice running, ducking her head low, she charged. With all her strength in her hind legs she jumped over the stallions, having higher ground on them thanks to the cart she was in, she leaped right over their heads, her hooves clicking against the ground as she landed, the impact shook her body, forcing her to bite down on her apple, breaking off a large chunk but allowing the rest of it to fall to the ground. Of fucking course! No time!
She could hear her pursuers hoof beats right behind her, her jump hadn't put her far ahead. She began running as fast as she could, frantically chewing the bite of apple as her lungs burned for more air. She bolted down side street and down alleys, she could still hear their hooves, but they were growing slower and quieter. With a deep gulp, she swallowed her apple and gasped for breath, with her mouth free, she spread her wings and without looking back behind her, she took to the air flying low and fast.
“Damn it, this sucks!” She growled. “Well, I wont be able to go around that part of town for a while.” Drift felt her wings ache and her head was light. She had done way too much running a flying and not nearly enough eating. Trying to conserve energy, she spread her wings wide and glided back down town, back to the slums, no pony would follow her there, no pony in their right mind. She was gliding just high enough to have a decent view of the city in front of her. The polished towering buildings as fine architecture gave way to cookie cutter apartments, many of which were in disrepair, and crumbling infrastructure. The air began to smell heavy of cigarette smoke, smog and urban decay. Home sweet home.
The hours had past slowly, Cloud Drift had wandered around the city, avoiding the burbs and the business district. Her empty belly was only growing less tolerable as the day progressed. She sucked down a cigarette she bummed near the train station. She knew going there was risky since it was on the boarder of the business district, but it was the best place to bum change and cigs.
Today's just been one fuck up after another, starting with waking up. I hate this place. Her cigarette smoldered at it's filter as she took one last slow, longing inhale. 'I really hate this place.' She spit the smoking remains onto the sidewalk. “Wonder if Synth could hook me up with something to eat?”
“Um, Excuse me sir I-” A voice squeaked. Cloud Drift looked up to see a young mare, an earth pony with pale orange fur and a purple-pink mane timidly asking for help from passing strangers.
What's up with her? She new here? Look at her, strutting around like that, carrying that bag in this part of town. Anger flared up within Cloud Drift as she glared at the mare.
“Ma'am, do you think you could help me? I'm trying to find Exmoore Ave, do you think you could help me? I just moved here and I'm kind of lost.” She was practically begging for help from a stranger. Of course, she got blown off. A spiteful and devilish grin spread across Cloud Drift's face.
I think… I'll lend her a hoof.
