Where the Wind Goes

*Achoo!* I sneezed. A sneeze? Really? In summer? I cleaned my nose with my hoof and threw the gross content into a pot outside the train station. I was lucky that nopony saw me doing that. Not that I was proud of it, but the hurry needed its sacrifices, right?

I walked into the train Station and then to the waiting room of the Subway Train Line, or STL, as everypony called it nowadays. The place was big, it was a wide room with white stone walls and golden ornaments and chandeliers. It had a lot of windows and lamps illuminating it. There were some doors that led to the small stores with crystal walls, and open tunnels which led to the rails. At the center of the room, there were a couple of benches filled with ponies waiting to either take a train or wait for somepony else.  The noise of chattering ponies made me difficult to concentrate and try to find the correct tunnel to take. The colorful crowd moved in all directions! From side to side and up and down... Earth ponies, unicorns, pegasi, and one or two occasional zebras or deer walked around the station.

"Was that a camel?" I thought when I saw a... Bah, never mind, he's gone now.

I finally spotted the correct tunnel. It was the blue one: the one that received the trains from the south cities of Las Pegasus, Applewood, Baltimare, Appleloosa, San Palomino´s Community, Noge City, and, in my case: Solstice.

As I entered the blue-walled tunnel, I started recapping the plan: First, I was going to meet my friends at the train station; Then, we would go to the city´s square to find a hotel and let the luggage there; After that, we were going to the “Red Spark vs. Laser Lights” concert; And finally, we were going to return to the hotel and have some rest to then take the train to Canterlot the next day. Easy, isn't it? What could be better than going to a concert with my friends in summer? It's the perfect way to enjoy the last week of vacations…

All these thoughts were in my mind as I reached the end of the blue-walled tunnel and into the train line. The room was decorated almost exactly as the waiting room, except for windows, which apparently lacked in this room.

"The train from Solstice is arriving. The next train to Vanhoover is leaving." A mare voice on the station speakers could be heard. As I was walking and looking for the train I accidentally walked into a pony selling the newspapers. "Extra! Extra! Cloudsdale's governor, Sunburst debate with Solstice's governor, Dawn- ouch!" The pony was saying when I crashed with him.

"Sorry sir!" I said as I helped him to pick up some of the newspapers he had dropped.

"Don't worry kiddo! Don't you wanna buy the newspaper?" Said the pony with the same happy tone, obviously taking advantage of the incident.

"No thanks, sorry... I don't have any coins with me right now." I answered.

"Oh, in that case, take one for free. Go ahead to read it while you wait for the next train, it's important for you to know what is going right now in the world!" He said and handed me one of the newspapers I had just given him.

"Thanks!" I said as I took it and placed it into my saddle bag. The pony nodded with a smile on his face and continued his job. "Extra! Extra!" he restarted.

I moved faster to the end of the train line just as one arrived. Like all the Solstice's trains it was white and was decorated with the shapes of golden clouds all over the windows. The train stopped completely at the end of the line and its doors opened, another crowd of ponies, mostly pegasi, left the train.

'Alright...' I thought to myself. "Where could she be...?" I muttered.

I payed attention to the pegasi that I saw leaving the train. I started with those who went out flying: there was one black, one blue, two red, another blue, one gray, one light green, and... Ah! Finally! One yello- wait, no... She wasn´t that tone of yellow.

"Hmmm..." I muttered as I narrowed my eyes to see clearer the pegasi that went out of the train walking: There was one orange, one light blue, three dark blue, another not-that-tone-of-yellow, another red... another blue...

'Ok, I surrender!' I thought to myself, defeated by the crowd. 'I'm gonna shout, I'm not the only one doing that, after all,' I decided. I took a deep breath, but just as I was about to shout her name, I felt somepony poking my shoulder. I turned quickly and saw her, the tone of yellow I had been looking for: beige-yellow.

"Oh, Hi! How much time you have back there?" I asked casually, but she was clearly unamused.

"Like three minutes," she said. "I didn't even arrive on that train, you know?" she said, trying to make herself sound serious, but I knew her very well. Enough to know that she was laughing inside.

"Well... this is awkward,” I said. She nodded. “Did you see when I walked against the newspaper pony too?" I asked, trying to figure out the moment she had found me.

She couldn't resist any more and let out a little giggle as her serious face disappeared. "Yeah... That was the moment I spotted you!" She said laughing.

"Oh... Even more awkward," I said smiling.

She laughed a bit. "Yeah, I can be a pegasi, but you are the one with the head over the clouds all the time!" she said out loud and with an irony tone.

We laughed.

I started walking to the tunnel again; she followed me by my side, carrying her saddlebags on her back.

"Maybe I was distracted,” I said, “but I was distracted thinking on how we are gonna go to the concert tonight..." I said teasingly, and trying to save the dignity I had just lost.

"Oh! You have the tickets!?" She asked with enthusiasm on her voice. I could swear that her eyes became bigger as she waited for my answer.

"Well, not with me... But I'm sure that Classic has them," I said. She stopped smiling and looked at the floor.

"Oh... well... that's okay I guess..." she said, sounding shameful for being so excited about nothing.

"What's wrong, 'Sunny'?" I asked, calling her by her camp nickname. Classic and I had chosen that one for her six years ago at Miss Pollen's camp here in Ponycity. The camp had been the place we met her for the first time. She was new in the city at that time.

Her real name is Sun Seeker, but we were just foals, and we liked to give ourselves nicknames. She wasn't the exception and, as we usually do with our names, we took the first part of her name and modified it to end in -y. Classic White, our other friend's nickname was 'Classy' for example (it curiously  fitted on his personality way better than his own name). Only Sunny kept the nickname after the camp, though.

Sun Seeker was the first of my friends who I had gone to the station looking for. She was a beige-yellow pegasi, her eyes were gray, and her mane was naturally white with a wide yellow stripe (a family mark, as she always had told us). Her Cutie Mark was a sun hiding behind three small clouds below it, and she had three dark yellow freckles on each cheek.

She smiled, but didn't lift her stare from the floor. "Nothing..." she answered.

I know very well know that 'nothing' doesn't really means 'nothing' if it comes from a mare, but I decided not to follow the game.

"Whatever..." I said. She nodded without lifting her head. "...maybe I don't have the tickets to the concert with me, but I'm pretty sure you will also like this!" I said as I took out of the saddle bag one pamphlet of the concert and handed it to her with my mouth. She looked at me. "Fvhat dfo yfou fsay?"

She quickly grabbed it from my mouth. She used her wings to continue moving forward as she scanned the pamphlet cautiously while holding it with both hooves.

"Oh, great!" She said enthusiastically. "Red Spark is going to play 'Wonderbolts' beat' tonight!"

"That's right," I said, nodding.

"Oh! Laser Lights is going to be at the concert too!" she almost shouted. I smiled. "Oooh... I really, really hope that Classic bought the tickets! I don't want to miss this concert for anything in the world!"

We were just leaving the blue tunnel and entering again at the waiting area.

"Yeah, hope he does-" I was saying when I bumped with another pony.

"Argh, not again!” I thought as I walked back to see who I just crashed with. Sun Seeker had turned to me almost immediately, but she smiled when she saw the pony I had bumped with. I quickly turned at him.

"Well... Hello, I suppose..." Classic said. I smiled and shook my hoof with him.

"Classic!" Sun Seeker said out loud.

"Quite right," he answered using his favorite catchphrase. He turned to greet her.

Classic White was the other friend I was looking for. He was a white-coated unicorn and had a light, almost golden mane and light orange eyes. His Cutie Mark was a white chess king in front of a half white, half black shield shape with small golden crown on top. As always, he was dressed with an elegant black bow-tie despising his young age (just like Sun Seeker and I, 17). He and I have been friends since primary school, but he just moved to Canterlot to study in the Academy of Canterlot for Gifted Ponies (or ACGP), in which his father is an “investor”. Other thing you should know about Classic is that he and Sun Seeker are cousins... or something like that; Sunny´s uncle is married with an aunt of him. But still, we three are best friends. And even though we all parted ways one year ago when Sun Seeker moved to Solstice and Classic to Canterlot, we have cared for our friendship very well, at least until now.

I was about to say something to Classic when Sun Seeker interrupted me.

"Do you have them!?" She asked quickly to him with a big smile on her face.

"What should I have? You mean these golden backstage passes for the concert of Red Spark, the famous Disk Jockey and Electronic Musician tonight?" he said teasingly and lifted three golden tickets with his magic out of nowhere.

"Oh, yes!" Sun Seeker said and grabbed the tickets from the golden magic aura, looking at them with full attention.

He turned to me with a smirk. I smirked back. He turned his face again to Sun Seeker and coughed intentionally. She quickly stop looking the tickets and looked at him. Classic had extended his hoof so she could give them to him. Sunny seemed to suddenly get out of the trance. "Yeah, sorry..." She said as she placed the three tickets on his hoof. "...thank you." She said softly but smiling, again in shame for getting so overly excited.

"You’re welcome." Classic said, placing the tickets into my saddle bag.

We just looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.

"Let's get going then!" I said, breaking the awkward silence that had formed between us. "We still have to find a hotel to let our luggage," I completed. Both nodded and followed me out of the station.