A War for Friendship

Chapter 1 - Painting a new future

Another sunny day, even outside Ponyville, in a large part of land that goes by the name of Sweet Apple Acres. The healthy red apples, hanging in the trees, shine in the sun's bright light. They are ready to be plucked and eaten, known to be the most popular meal in Ponyville. Yet, the tranquility and silence of the orchard gets disturbed by somepony that makes a racket beneath the tree leaves.

'-Kgh- cursed easel! More stubborn than a donkey... Keep standing already!' a male voice grunts angry from near the ground, where somepony is wrestling with his equipment.

'This’ll keep you standing…,' he mumbles, as a loud slam against a tree is followed. The paintingstandard leans against the tree, with a painting on it, featuring several apple trees. Other than a few leaves, that came loose from the violent move, the painting remains undisturbed.

'I really got to get that leg fixed…,' the stallion sighs. A red unicorn with a black mane smiles at his work, as he uses magic to put his chestnut-brown beret back on his head. He shakes some dust from his flank that blew loose from the ground during his little struggle, revealing a Cutie Mark shaped like a painter’s palette with a brush on it.

'Now, back to the paint,' he speaks to himself, as he grabs a brush with his mouth and a second with unicorn magic.

He forgets any chance of distractions from his surroundings and becomes entirely focused on his work, painting with two brushes at the same time. While he uses his mouth to paint the details, he uses his magic to paint the rough colors. But just as he is close to finish the sun reflection on a painted apple, he is disturbed by a loud slam on a tree nearby, causing a sudden lash of red paint on his brush to wreck his work. Completely torn out of his concentration, he looks confused past the tree that his painting leans on. Another strike is followed then.

'Hey!' he yells aggitated.

Nopony answers to his voice, followed by another hit on the trees instead.

'Hellooo!' he yells again.

Finally, the face of an orange pony with a blond mane pops up from behind the trees. He knows her, considering he asked permission to her about if he could make a painting of the orchard an hour ago.

'Hm? You said somethin’?' She asks impatient. The red stallion lowers his voice, now that she listens to him.

'I’m grateful that I was allowed to paint on the Acres, but could I ask you kindly to kick someplace else?' he asks polite.

The blond pony looks unconvinced out of her eyes. 'Excuse me? Sorry, stranger. You can’t expect ME of changing mah way of work, just ‘cause some newcomer wants to have a hobby here. You’re free to go someplace else though,' she lines out as fast as she’s back to work.

She hits the next tree, which happened to be the appletree with the stallion's easel leaning on it. While a lot of apples fall in large barrels beaneath the tree, a pile also falls on the painter, burying him and his equipment under a pile of red fruit. The blond pony doesn’t notice, and focuses back on the apples in the next tree, forgetting about him again. The painter crawls out of the apples and grabs his hat again.

'-Ugh-… Alright, alright. There are plenty of places to work anyway… Might as well leave this for another time,' he tells himself. He puts his brushes back into his side-pack, and carries the easel away with his levitation magic. Leaving the orchard, the pony's intuition tell him to head to the forest nearby.

***

Despite his failed attempt to make a painting of the orchard of Sweet Apple Acres, the artistic stallion continues to seek for a new subject to paint onto a blank sheet. After a little stroll between the trees of the forest nearby Ponyville, his attention is absorbed by the peaceful surroundings. There are large old trees, little critters, and no other ponies around. But as he looks around him, he takes notice of a pegasus in the distance, near a tree. The mare seems busy, looking for something. Not wanting to be rude by ignoring her, the stallion moves towards her to greet her.

'Hello there,' he greets with a smile. The pegasus yelps by the surprise and jumps behind the nearest tree, surprising the painter almost as much by her reaction. 'S-sorry, I had no intentions of alarming you,' he explains surprised.

The mare sticks her head from behind the tree, realizing that she was greeted by a unicorn stallion. A little embarrassed and spooked, the pink haired pegasus slowly moves to him. 'Oh... n-no that’s alright. I’m sorry,' she stutters an apology.

'No need to be,' he replies politely. 'I was just looking around this place for something important. I didn't mean to spook you like I did.' He doubts whether he should ask this shy pony, but considers that it doesn't hurt to try. 'Say, you wouldn’t happen to know anything unique to the eye, would you?'

'Huh?' the yellow mare wonders, not entirely sure what the stranger could mean with "unique to the eye". When she notices the paint equipment levitating behind him, she understands what he means. 'Oh! Ehm… well… I think there’s one place I find special,' she whispers shyly as she scratches her hoof over the ground. 'But...-'

'Hm? But what?' he asks.

'But no...,' she says and shakes her head. 'You probably want something more impressive…'

He notices her uncertainty, and proceeds asking. 'Try me. Maybe it will be exactly what I’m looking for,' he tries to convince her.

The pegasus feels comforted by his kind words, understanding that it's a kind stallion. 'Well… There is a place nearby where many of my flying friends live... I-I always like colors when they sit in the trees,' she explains with a bashful red hue on her cheeks.

The unicorn raises an eyebrow in disbelieve about what she's saying. 'Your pegasus friends live in trees here?' he asks doubtful.

The pegasus notices the misunderstanding and shakes her head. 'Oh, no-no-no. It’s not like that. I meant my bird friends that live there.'

'Oh, hehe,' he chuckles, understanding now what the mare means. 'Well, it sounds colorful indeed. I don’t know if you would mind a stranger to go there, but if you don’t; would you care to lead me to that location?'

The yellow pony looks happy of feeling helpful, showing a little smile on her face. 'Yes, ofcourse. I was on my way there, to be honest.'

***

While following the yellow pony through the forest, the painter continues to look around interested in the forest.

It feels very comforting: the tranquility and sounds of nature. 'A harmony of some sort', he thinks in his head. He looks at his guide once, and figures if he should say anything. Either a “thanks” for guiding him, or something like starting an idle conversation.

But he can’t come up with the courage, quietly stuttering as he tries to come up with the right words for a talk. Before the pegasus would catch notice of his foolish rabble, he stops trying immediately. It makes him a little sad, sighing depressed over how he fails to start something simple as a mere conversation. Soon enough, they arrive at a steep grassy hill.

'It’s right behind this hill,' she tells him, looking over her shoulder at the stallion.

The painter gets his focus back by the words addressed to him, looking back up at her and hide his mixed feelings.

'I… do have to ask you a favor before we go down,' she tells him as they start to move up the hill.

'By all means,' he politely replies.

'My friends are a little sensitive to loud sounds or quick movement… It can disturb them,' she explains. 'I never did much effort to show others about this place, because I was always afraid that they may scare them off...'

They reach the top of the hill, ready to move down to the meadow.

'Oh don’t worry about that. I like peace and quiet myself,' he answers, almost like he’s proud of it.

What he doesn’t notice; is that the broken front leg of his easel got busted further after this “fruity” visit at Sweet Apple Acres. During the stroll with the mare, the leg has gotten looser by the movement, ready to fall off.

'That’s good news,' The pegasus says with a smile of relief.

'No worries. They won’t even notice I’m down there. I’m almost as invincible as a shado-'

Before he could finish his sentence, the leg of his standard breaks off and drops between the painter’s legs, causing him to trip. Falling onto the steep path, he starts to roll with all his equipment flying in different directions. Surprised to say the least, the stallion rolls down the hill with a lot of sounds of pain and dust, straight to the meadow.

'Oh nonono!' the girl yelps afraid and hurries after him.

The painter’s painful trip ends with a loud drop on the ground, in the middle of the meadow. Follow by a large cloud of dust that blows into the trees and bushes. As he opens his eyes, he frightfully acknowledges that his loud entrance awakened all the life in the surroundings. Making sounds of fear and surprise, the birds take off, and fly in confused circles. The yellow mare arrives down the hill as well, with wide eyes by the sight of chaos.

Quickly she runs after all the critters, trying to sooth them. 'Please calm down, my friends! It’s ok!' she cries out to them.

Meanwhile, the painter is recovering from the fall and looks at the trouble he caused. He can hardly believe what he caused, after the promises he made to the innocent mare. He is willing, but unable to help her. Afraid that he may make things worse.

'I-I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…,' he stutters.

But the pegasus is completely focused on calming the critters, that she doesn’t even notice the painter. Quickly he picks up his supplies and grabs his hat. 'I…I think it’s best if I go away.' He finishes, before running away from the noisy meadow.

***

Dazzled by his mistake, the painter tries to come back to himself and forget the troubles he caused. As he walks back to Ponyville, still disappointed, he looks behind him. His mind is completely taken over by the sight of the rising sun, shining on the rainclouds that move from the distant mountains towards Ponyville, helping him forget the little error of before.

'This.. looks pretty nice actually!' he tells himself, figuring that he rediscovered a very common, yet beautifully natural sight.

He turns around, opens the bag on his side to get his two brushes, and quickly places the the floating painting equipment before him. He jammed the broken leg back onto the easel, using a little duct tape for emergencies such as these. Looking closely at the clouds, he starts to gather the right colors, dipping his brushes in the paint on his Palette. He starts with some rough lines, as guidelines for impression and the paint. When he looks back at the clouds, to set his artistic sight back on the subject ahead, he drops the brush in his mouth on the ground from the surprise. The clouds are suddenly gone.

Puzzled, he just ignores it, and moves his attention to the raincloud that floats a little further away. 'Two is my lucky number,' he chuckles.

He starts over with his sketch, placing some rough colors of the clouds and the sunlight. He is surprised by a sudden breeze, feeling somewhat unnatural due to the speed it blows over his skin. When he looks up, the clouds are also gone.

'…What in the hay?' he wonders irritated. His gaze turns to the only rainclouds that are left. 'Three time’s a charm…'

Before his brush even touches the paint, he looks back to the cloud quickly. This time he notices that a blue pegasus is moving to it, ready to buck it away.

'HOLD IT! FREEZE!' he yells at her.

The blue mare with a rainbow colored mane looks at him, surprised by the sudden outburst towards her. 'What?!' she responds, just as loud.

'I need that cloud! Stay off of it!' he commands, clearly having run out of patience.

The blue pony starts to simply laugh at him. 'Who do you think you are? Not everyone loves rainclouds as much as you do, chump.'

The stallion starts to show a nervous twitch, believing that she’s pestering him on purpose. He takes a deep breath before he continues. 'I’ve already had a bad day! I finally find a subject, and I don’t want it RUINED by a “flapperback” that doesn’t know when to FLY OFF!'

The blue pony is simply staggered by his behavior. Nopony has ever dared to insult her like this, containing so much anger and seriousness. A sign of anger suddenly takes form in a glare and bare teeth on her face.

'Then why didn’t you say so…?' she asks. 'BY ALL MEANS: HAVE IT!' she yells and bucks with her all her strength the cloud all the way above the red unicorn. The cloud starts to rumble, right above the surprised stallion. Before he could even react to the mare's action, water pours over the very spot where the red pony stands. The blue pony bursts out in laughter at the sight of his soaked face.

'Enjoying the cool shower, “hothead?" she laughs.

The red unicorn is completely silenced, staring at the ground in defeat. When the pegasus is done with her extensive laughter, she flies off with a large grin on her face. The painter simply continues to get soaked further from the rain, till the point that it doesn't matter to step out of the rain. Turning his head to his work, he sees how the paint has started to drip off.

'Keep it together…, Keep it together…. You’ve experienced much worse in Massachestnut…,' he tells himself to calm his temper.

***

'So much for a first day in Ponyville...,' the stallion sighs as he walks back into the town. He's still soaked by the rain, leaving a trail of water behind him, causing unsuspecting ponies slip over it in surprise. 'Maybe this day is cursed,' he mumbles, lowering his head in disappointment.

'Oh my. What happened to you?' he suddenly hears a gentle female voice in front of him. He looks up, and sees a white unicorn with a curly purple mane staring at him. In order to not look like a total fool, he quickly covers his negative mood behind a faint smile and moves his dripping mane behind his ears.

'Oh, Good afternoon, miss.' He answers politely. 'I just had a… freak storm. Yea… that’s all'

'Indeed you seem to have,' she agrees, looking at his soaked appearance. 'You’ve just come to Ponyville, haven’t you?' she asks him.

The red pony looks a little surprised about that he is recognized as a newcomer. 'Eh, that’s right. I just moved here.'

'Oh, by all means: allow me to welcome you to Ponyville!' she answers kindly with joy.

'Thanks, miss,' the red unicorn appreciates her welcome in thanks. 'But so far it hasn’t seemed to be my kind of paradise yet,' he admits, joking.

'How come?' the mare asks him, unaware of the stallion's chaotic day.

'I’ve been looking around for inspiration for my work, but I can’t seem to find it.' He says with a smile, which tempts to curl back to disappointment.

The white unicorn is surprised by his words, considering the recognizable supplies that he carries along and the fancy beret he wears on his head. 'You are a painter? How artistic,' she compliments intrigued.

'Yes, I’ve been painting for a pretty long time. But all my efforts to find the right subjects in Ponyville haven’t been exactly… falling out of the sky,' he jokes.

'Hm... Well, maybe I can help you,' she tells him, coming up with an idea that may benefit both of them. 'I am the designer and creator of my own shop in town, Carousel Boutique. It would be wonderful if you could gain inspiration from my work,' she offers.

Gratefully, without considering the detail first, he accepts with a nod. 'I would be honored to exchange experiences. What do you design?'

'You clearly have not been around here before,' the mare chuckles. 'My dresses all known over almost all of Equestria! Every fiber and thought that is part of them is a piece of my expertise!' she tells him in glory.

The painter definitly didn't expect this turnout, looking a little puzzled out of his eyes. 'Dresses? ...What did I got myself into now…,' he thinks in his head.

'Dresses are… not really my way of art,' he tries to put it gently to the friendly unicorn.

Afraid that he sounds ungrateful and insulting to the pony, who has been kind to him as a newcomer, he quickly corrects himself. 'But maybe that’s why I couldn’t find the right inspiration! I would be most grateful if I could have a glimpse at your repertoire.'

For a second, the mare exclaims a soft cheer of happiness, being given curiosity for her work. 'A pony with affection for art is always welcome to bear witness to my creations,' she respectfully replies. 'But... maybe you would rather like a towel first?'

'Eh, yes. That sounds like a good idea...' He sighs out of embarrassment.

***

Having arrived at a big Carousel shaped building, the painter has convinced himself about the idea to observe creative styles from dresses without doubts, convincing himself that this could be a good opportunity after all. He knows next to nothing about fashion, making it a possible useful experience. After he dried himself up, before entering and placing his equipment at the door, he follows the lady to her workspace. Entering the room, he looks at how many different kinds of colors and styles of dresses surround him. Unable to count the amount of work that stands on display here, it's clear that this mare knows what she's doing.

'Wow,' he whispers impressed, understanding that dresses are more than cloth and colors. Like paintings; It can be a piece of art, when created in the right hooves.

'Ta-dah!' the purple-maned mare proudly waves a hoof around her. 'What is your first opinion?' the unicorn asks him curiously.

He may not have a lot of experience with clothing designs, but even he could tell that these dresses spell “greatness” with a capital G. 'I’d say that these creations are genius actually,' he says praising, yet calm.

But maybe his positive reaction still sounded too impressed or the unicorn has high expectations from his artistic vision, because she pulls the stallion futher into the room and starts explaining every tiny detail on every dress they pass.

He understand; Every artist needs recognition once in a while to know where all the work is for, and the opinion from another artist counts a lot for that matter as well. He shows perfect enthusiasm out of unknown curiosity and kindness, nodding sometimes when the mare looks at him during her extensive descriptions.

But after descriptions of 10 dresses, he started to get a little tired of the subject. His eyes start to close, making a really sleepy look on his face when the unicorn is looking at her work while describing the effort she put in it. But when she looks back at him sometimes, he quickly recovers a smile and forces his eyes open. 'Can't fall asleep now...,' he thinks to himself, afraid to sound very rude if he would either ask to stop the tour or suddenly pass out from boredom.

But after they pass the 16th dress, he starts to lose it. 'I can’t take this much longer,' he mumbles to himself exhausted. Covering his yawns behind his hoof, in order to mute them from the ears of the female unicorn, he sometimes looks over his shoulder at the door. But because he doesn’t feel able to say thanks and goodbye, he feels like he has no choice but to stay until she’s done.

The next dress she arrives at makes her give the most extensive speech that a pony could possibly give about a piece of fashion. The girl gets so hooked up in her own story about a great Gala she went to with her friends, that she doesn't look back at the red stallion for a while. The painter can't think completely straight, only longing for an escape from the endless lines of text. Believing this is a good moment to escape, he looks behind him and notices the door. Slowly sneaking away from the mare, he picks up his tools quietly and opens the door. Having left the building, he sighs in relief. He can still hear her talking inside the house, which makes him feel a little bad for sneaking out like this. But if he would stay; he would probably go mad.

***

All the stallion can think of now is finding a good place to get a breather from his troublesome day. Ending up at the town square, an open place which is used at a meeting point and a way to pass through, he witnesses the busy citizens of Ponyville in their daily activities.

The unicorn shrugs. '-Mhm- well… I suppose a meeting spot like this has charms,' he mumbles in himself, convincing himself that painting a large groups of ponies may be a good subject for art, though it's not his personal favorite. Despite that, he still stations himself near the fountain in the middle of the square and prepares himself for the fifth attempt to paint. Pressing a smile on his face, boosting his optimism, he bites onto a brush and prepares himself for speedpainting the moving life in front of him.

'Alright, let’s give it a shot,' he tells himself and forgets all his failures today, raising his brush to press on the paper, sparkling in the sunlight that shines onto him. He focuses back on the white sheet after taking a look at the busy public, memorizing every color and shape, and readies his brushes for his next moves.

But just as he is about to touch the sheet, his concentration is broken by a loud “HI!” behind him, making him jump of surprise. With a pounding heart, he looks behind him. Straight in the eyes of a pink pony with a large smile on her face.

'Wha-Who-Where?' he rabbles confused.

'How are you? I’ve never seen you before. Are you a tourist? Or have you moved here?' the curious mare asks him, with a speed that nopony would be able to understand.

Before the painter could fathom what is happening, the girl already notices the empty sheet behind the red stallion. 'Oh, nice sheet. You made that? You know, it would look even BETTER with that paint you got there!' she hints.

The red pony has calmed back down from the scare, but still looks confused at her. 'Ehm, well, actually I was just about to-“ he tries to explain, but is cut off  as the pink pony jumps to his side.

'So what are you making?' she asks with her cheerful voice.

'Well… I WAS planning to paint the ponies that pass by…,' he tells slowly.

But she giggles. 'Aw. That is neat!' She tells and pushes his face away with her own in order to take a closer look at the sheet. 'Hm… I can’t make out any ponies from this…,' she sighs disappointed, not understanding that the stallion hasn't even started yet.

The painter presses her face away from his. 'Ugh, yes! ...Thank you… I’m sorry, but I do have to say that I need all of my concentration if I’m to paint something that moves,' he grunts disturbed.

The pink pony presses her mouth shut with her hooves, realizing that the stallion needs some silence. 'Sorry,' she whispers, muffled by her own hoofs.

The red pony looks back in front of him and presses his brushes back in the puddles of paint on his palet, ready to start over. Just when he's about to start, he looks over his shoulder at the mare again, checking if she truly can stay calm.

The mare nods with a wide smile, hinting him that she won't disturb him.

'Mhm...,' he shrugs. And turns back to his painting.

He starts to make quick lines with the brush that he levitates with his unicorn magic, making a vague mix of colors that represent several ponies. When he looks up again at the crowd, he is surprised at how to pink pony has left her spot and now moves through his view. Although she tries her best to move discreetly, it turns out completely non-discreet. The stallion grunts annoyed tries to ignore her and continues.

When he looks up again, he sees how the pink mare jumps by from the other direction this time. He stares at her with a confused face that says basically asks 'What do you think you are doing?.' Still, she continues to jump through the scene, acting like she didn’t notice the glare directed at her. The painter starts to dip his brushes in the right paints again, ignoring the odd mare and looks back for at the scene for a final observation.

'WOW!' he gasps of surprise as the giggling girl hangs over his sheet with her hoofs, staring right at him as he falls on the ground from surprise.

'…Done yet?' she snickers.

'Now look for a moment, eh…,' he stops when he realizes that he doesn't know her name.

'Pinkie! My friends call me Pinkie! but Pinkie Pie is my full name. Aaand Pinkamena Diana Pie is my full-full name, but nopony uses that.' she introduces herself with a grin.

'Gosh, what a surprise…,' he mumbles. 'Look; I appreciate your enthusiasm, Pinkie Pie, but I can’t paint this well with your irrita-… energic presence…,” he corrects. He wouldn't like to sound like a jerk, considering that the mare probably doesn't even know how annoying she is right now. 'Please don’t take it the wrong way,' he adds.

But Pinkie Pie doesn’t seem to understand that he means to say that he wants to be left alone. 'What wrong way?'she asks.

The red pony facehoofs, surrendering his patience to the pink Earth Pony.

'Have you done this often' she asks him, keeping a conversation going between them. 'I know colors -Ofcourse I do,Duh- but I never tried a lot of painting,' she tells.

The stallion still cannot fathom what in Equestria's name is going on in that head of her, staring at her with a look of confusion, growing an urge to get out while he still can. 'Ehm... Yes, but -eh- I really got to go now. I have to do... something,' He stutters impatient as he quickly packs his tools again and starts to walk away.

However, the pink pony doesn’t get the hint and bounces after him. 'Oh, alright then. I went to my friends today, but they all were preeetty busy today! Do you like games? I do.'

The painter starts to feel unwell by listening to the endless rabble of her. So he starts to speed up his pace, attempting to lose the mare "accidently." But Pinkie Pie doesn’t seem to notice that he tries to escape from her, and start to hurry at an equal speed.

'There was this funny thing though,' she continues. 'Turns out that one of my friends, Rainbow Dash, had an argument with some grumpy pony today! Soaked him up with a raincloud till he was even wetter than… water!' she giggles, with the only regret of not being able to have seen it herself.

The red pony’s eyes widen from the realization that this annoying mare is friends with the pegasus that soaked him up today, and makes a nervous twitch above his right eye. He starts to gallop faster and faster, leaving the pony far behind him at last. He quickly moves into and through the many alleys of Ponyville, having no idea where it will lead them. But when he looks behind him, to see if he outran her, he smiles to see that nopony is behind him.

But the stallion can’t see notice that he’s heading straight towards another pony, who has her vision blocked by a lot of tools and supplies. He turns his head back, and turns his grin to grim when he realizes that he is too late to slow down. 'Oh hay…,' he gasps, a second before crashing into the other pony.

The many supplies and tools fly through the air, dropping scattered on the ground. In the center lie the two ponies, half dazed on the ground.

“Ughh…,” the painter groans. His head is shaken, making him feel dizzy and unable to think clear. The energy he used to outrun Pinkie Pie is long gone now, making him feel weak on his legs temporarily. With a bit of effort, the red stallion manages to stand back up and see what happened. Feeling stupid for what his haste caused, he sees at how his paint, brushes, and other supplies lie everywhere around him. But next to his things, there are also vials, parchments, and other things lieing among his stuff. He realizes his his painting still lies on top of the purple mare he collided with, who still lies confused beneath it. Afraid that he might’ve cause injuries to her, he quickly rushes to her side and lifts the painting off of her.

'I’m so sorry! Are you alright?' he asks worried.

She slowly opens her eyes, winks a bit to see into the clear daylight again, and also stands up without much trouble. 'I’m fine, nothing broken,' she sighs relieved.

The stallion is still a little staggered, knowing that this is another of the bad introductions he can add to his list. 'I didn’t mean to cause trouble! I.. just had a bad day, and… there was this fight..and I-I disturbed the peace to birds… and-and-and…and I’m just a clumsy moron...,' he breathes deeply.

The purple unicorn mare looks confused at his over reactive stuttering. 'I should be asking if you are alright.

Aren’t you the new pony that moved here, the painter?'

She knows about him. It makes the stallion only more nervous. If his coming was already news around Ponyville, the rumor will only spread that he's a troublemaker! 'Eh, yes I am. But if you heard any stories about some hothead causing trouble, I didn’t mean to!' he tries to defend himself with the bit of dignity he feels that he has left.

'Wow, calm down. I’m not hating you for running into me by accident,' the girl responds, noticing that he is deeply troubled.

The stallion can hardly believe that she isn't angry. He looks at her with a surprised look. 'Really?' he asks.

She nods at him, showing a friendly smile on her face. 'I’m just curious. I heard you’ve been around a lot of places before coming here, right?'

He feels relieved, but surprised too. This is probably the first time that somepony asks about him, instead of his art straight away. 'That’s right; I’ve been around,' he admits. He shows a smile on his face as well, revealing his calm and gentle personality. 'I've been mostly around the southern parts of Equestria though. The last time I was in Ponyville, was when I was a colt.'

'but, -Eh- allow me to help you with your equipment,' he changes the subject to the mess that he feels responsible of.

She snickers, knowing that the stallion is still a little confused, considering the fact that he forgot that she can use magic like him. 'Oh, are you kidding me? Look,' she tells him as she lifts all her things up, using her unicorn horn.

'Hehe, Two can play that game,' he jokes and picks his own things up with his magic. 'Say, would you like to take a walk through the streets of Ponyville? It'll prevent me from crashing into other ponies when I know the layout,' he jokes.

Though she had plans for today, it doesn't happen everyday that you meet somepony like this. The purple mare and the red stallion have stuffed their supplies back in the bags and proceed to walk through the streets of Ponyville, together.

Brush never felt this kindness from somepony before, or even expected to start a friendly conversation like this right after what he thinks is the “disaster” HE caused. He rushes through the streets, crashes into this mare, and follows into a friendly conversation and walk together! 'Is this what friendship is like?' red unicorn thinks in himself.

Before they have an extensive conversation together, the mare stops for a moment. 'Oh sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself yet,' the girl brings up.

'My name is Twilight Sparkle. But my friends just call me Twilight.'

'Nice to meet you, Twilight. My name is Spectrum Brush. But my…friends can call me Brush for short.'