finding our way around

"Welcome to Equestria Sky the idiot." I say.

"Very funny-" He says but I stuff an apple in his mouth.

"Don't talk." I say with a smirk.

He groans and spits out the apple and mumbles something about Dawn.

"What are we gonna do?" David yells. He is not a brony, and doesn't understand the show.

"Since I'm the pegasister, I'll take the lead." I say, flapping my wings awkwardly then falling on my face.

I moan as I get up off the ground.

"Nice job, 'leader'" Sky says in a cocky way. Such a jerk!

"But let the big boys handle this." He continues.

Al grabs Sky and punches him in the nose before David can. I smile.

"Don't be a jerk face, Sky." He says, using a bold face.

"Ow. Fine." Sky says.

I look around, if I'm correct, then we're on the outskirts of PonyVille, which is...

"The Ever Free forest." I say, giving the forest behind us a nervous look.

"I hear a growl. What was that?" Sky asks nervously.

"Run!" I yell, flapping my wings and darting away from the forest, the others soon follow.

Sky looks behind him, "The creatures look like wood!" he said, halting.

"They're Timber Wolves!" I yell. "They are very dangerous!"

We ran, even after the Timber Wolves stopped chasing us.

Pretty soon we reached PonyVille.

I looked around, taking mental notes,

Lyra check, Derpy check, Scootaloo check

Then a pink blur ran towards us. Pinkie Pie.

"YOU'RE NEW PONIES, SO THAT MEANS I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU BEFORE WHICH MEANS YOU'RE NEW! WHICH MEANS YOU DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS, SO I HAVE TO THROW YOU A SUPER DUPER AMAZING 'WELCOME TO PONYVILLE' PARTY!" She said, and then disappeared just as fast as she came.

"What was that?" David yelled, terrified.

"Pinkie Pie." I say calmly.

Sky is dumbfounded once again. "Are all of them like this?" he asks loudly.

"Not every pony," a female voice said kindly. I turn to see an orange pony with a blond mane and tail. Apple Jack.

"Just Pinkie Pie." She continues.

I resist the urge to fan squeal, as she asks us a question.

"I'm Apple Jack," Apple Jack says kindly. "What's yer names?"

"um..." I say. I'm being stupid, again. "I'm- I'm.."

"Hey," she says. "Y'all can make up a name for yerself if ya want."

"Ok," I say, I remember my cutie mark. A  heather flower. "I'm Flower."