Tail of an Author

" And then, just as she was in reach of the necklace.." RRIINNNGGG!!! PeppermintInk woke with a start, hitting her head on the ceiling of her room. "Ow! Who put a roof there!? of all the places.." she muttered darkly to herself as she rubbed the bruise on her head. She

seemed to be doing that a lot lately. She weaved her way through all of the packed boxes strewn across the room. She had just moved in the day before, and had started writing immediately. So far the only thing open were her writing materials. She yawned, stretching her entire frame until fully awake. " Alright then! Lets find the nearest cafe." She thought to herself as she took flight, carefully examining her flight path for any signs of danger. She  had enough crashes to last her a life time, thank you. She soared among the clouds until finally she spotted something she recognized. The green Strawbucks sign! She dove out of the sky, and crashed into a pink pony exiting the store. Thump! The pink pony sat down hard after rolling a few yards. "HEY!" shouted the pink pony after regaining her balance. "GAASSPPP!!" the pink pony shot off like a rocket. Peppermint cursed herself. What had she been thinking, that the shop wouldn't be occupied? Ugh. And if she had been recognized.  Peppermint was glad she was an anonomous author. Otherwise, ponies would swarm her, asking her question after question about her new best selling series. Peppermint muttered darkly to herself as she trotted over to the counter. "Hey, what can i get ya'?" inquired the coffee brown pony at the front counter. PeppermintInk ordered her usual, a hot cocoa with extra peppermint and a muffin. She trotted over to an empty booth and sat down to wait. Suddenly a shout came from the other booth."What do you call this garbage! Art, please. I've seen foals draw better than this! You're fired!" and with that a stubby blue stallion waddled out of the booth, grabbing his take out bag in his teeth and then leaving. Peppermint looked over and saw a cream colored mare with a chocolate brown mane, and intent, ice-blue eyes. Eyes that were tearing up. PeppermintInk wasn't a very social type. Most of her friends were fictional characters. But she couldn't stand to see what looked like such a sweet pony in tears. she slid out of her own booth and trotted over to the cream mare. As she approached, a sheet of paper fell off the table. It landed at her hooves, and as she bent down to pick it up, she saw the most amazing drawings on it. She took the paper over to the booth and sat across from the cream colored pony. " Did you do this?" she asked in awe. The mare sniffled but nodded. "That guy was stupid if he didn't like it. It's really good" "No, it isn't!" the other pony glared at Peppermint. "Well, fine. But, do you mind if I keep it?" "Wait, why?" "Because its cool." "Really?" "Really." The other pony sniffled and smiled. "Thanks, but who are you? I mean, I don't even know you." "Number 87, your'e order's ready," the pony at the counter droned. "That's mine," Peppermint apologized. "I'll be right back." She trotted up to the front counter, paid, and took her tray back to the booth. "Want some?" PeppermintInk asked, noticing the other pony eying her muffin. She split down the middle and offered her half. "No, no that's alright. I'm fine." "No, I just split in half. You are taking it and eating it," PeppermintInk shot back, with such ferocity that the other pony was more intimidated rather than hungry taking the muffin. "So what's your name," PeppermintInk asked after taking a long sip of her cocoa. "No fair! I asked first!" the other pony shot back. "Oh, crud,"PeppermintInk thought aloud. "What should I do?" "What's wrong," the other pony inquired. "What do you mean?" PeppermintInk asked suspiciously. "Well I'm guessing your name isn't 'Oh Crud', so what's up?" Humiliated by speaking aloud, PeppermintInk suddenly shot out of the Strawbucks shop and rocketed through the air, landing hard in front of her house, entering it quickly and slamming the door behind her. She shot up to her room, locked the door and sagged into the seat in front of her desk. "Well that went well," she muttered to herself, scowling around the room. Her eyes landed on her writing tools, and she set to work.