Silver Scribe: Equestrian Historian, At your service!

After packing the last of his equipment for the day, Silver made his way to the main corridor where Princess Twilight was waiting for him.

“Sorry to make you wait Princess. Just wanted to make sure I didn’t forget anything important.” Silver apologized.

“That’s alright Silver, and you don’t have to use the “Princess” title when you talk to me. I’m alright with you just calling me Twilight.” she replied with slight smile. She had gotten used to the title but it still sounded weird to be called a princess.

“Sorry, my parents just raised me to be professional when I’m on the job and as such I plan on calling you by your rightful title Princess.” Silver answered back with a smirk on his face while he opened the door. Twilight simply rolled her eyes at the comment and followed the stallion out of her castle.

“Excuse me, comin’ through!” Spike said excitedly as he ran into the castle, Silver and Twilight quickly getting out of little dragon’s way.

“Whoa, hey hey Spike where’s the fire? What happened to hanging out with Rarity?” Twilight shouted back into the castle.

“Everything alright?” Silver asked, wondering what the young dragon could be up to.

Just as Twilight tried to answer back Spike had returned with a bag stuffed full of things, seeing this Twilight stuck her hoof out blocking his path.

“Spike, what is that? What did I say earlier? Get back home before it gets too late, and here you are with a bag full of…” Twilight stopped her big sister rant for a second to actually look at what Spike had with him, “…what exactly do you have there?”

“You done?” Spike said with a slightly annoyed expression on his face. “Rarity needed some gems for her designs but she was so busy that she couldn’t go and dig some up. So I offered to let her use some from my personal stash.” he explained. “Now if I’m done being interrogated, Rarity needs me.”

With his explanation finished, Spike quickly made his way back to Rarity’s home. He even started to sprint on all fours. Twilight let out a tired sigh.

“What am I going to do with him? I know he’s getting older but there’s no need to be that sassy with me.” Twilight said watching her little step-brother/assistant run off.

“Well, I’m sure he’ll be fine Princess. In any case we should be going, you have a town to show me.” Silver stated with a smile on his face.

“O-oh right, right, sorry… *clears throat*…Silver Scribe, let me show you what Ponyville has to offer.

Through the day Princess Twilight showed many of the important areas of the town: the town hall, the local vineyard run by Berry Punch, and many others. Eventually they made their way to Sweet Apple Acres, home to Ponyville’s own Apple family.

“And here we are, Sweet Apple Acres, Ponyville’s personal apple orchard and home to the Apple family.” Twilight presented. “My friend Applejack runs things around here and she’ll probably be able to give you any info you need on this place.” Twilight added.

“Blimey, this place sure hasn't changed much since I was last here with my father.” Silver said as he gazed at the scenery.

They made their way to the farmhouse where the orange mare was currently relaxing with her hat over her eyes. With a pony as hardworking as Applejack, no doubt she had been doing a plethora of chores already.

“Hi Applejack!” Twilight called out.

“Hmm? Oh howdy Twilight. What brings our favorite purple princess to Sweet Apple Acres?” the farm mare asked straightening out her hat.

“I’m actually here on business. Apple Jack let me introduce you to Trottingham’s top historian Silver Scribe.” Twilight announced.

“So you’re this Apple Jack that the princess has been telling me about. Silver Scribe, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” the silver unicorn politely commented while offering his hoof for a shake.

“*whistle*…Trottin’ham huh? Ain’t that fancy. That accent of yours sure does make ya sound sophisticated huh?” the blonde farm pony jokingly commented shaking his hoof. “I don’t mean to sound rude or nothin’ but what’s with the fancy eye piece of yours?” Applejack asked wondering what exactly was on his face.

“That would be my prosthetic eye, I had an accident as a child and now I have this.” Silver answered calmly.

“Wow, so what’s that fancy eye of yours do exactly?” Applejack asked.

“Yeah I was actually wondering about that myself.” Twilight asked. She was actually wondering why she didn’t ask that earlier.

“Well, for one it’s meant to keep my left eye socket from getting infected, but….” as Silver explained, his horn started glowing with an amethyst purple aura. As his horn glowed, his prosthetic lens started to light up red. “.... when I use magic with it, it allows me to actually use it as a functioning eye. After that it can zoom in and out like a microscope. Very handy for my work.” Silver’s horn stopped glowing and his eye dimmed down once again.

“Boy howdy! That sure is one fancy gadget you got there. So what brings ya to my farm?” AJ said, trying to get them all back on track.

“Yes, right then. Let’s get down to business. Ms. Applejack, my job as an Equestrian historian requires me to travel to multiple locations in Equestrian lands and record historical events that I take back with me and use to educate other ponies with my findings.” using his magic, Silver took out a book to use as a visual example. “My family also runs a history museum where we display historical artifacts that my family has been discovering for decades. That being said I am here to record any and all important historical events that have happened in Ponyville, Sweet Apple Acres is next on my list and I would be grateful if you could provide any information I can use from the past 7 years.” he explained.

Applejack put her hoof to her chin and gave it a good amount of thought. True she was pretty much the head of day to day operations of the farm, Apple family history wasn’t her strong suit.

“Well I’m not really the mare y’all wanna be asking about stuff like that. But Granny Smith’ll probably help ya out there. Follow me.” Applejack answered, leading the two into her home.

“GRANNY! We got company!” Applejack hollered.

“Company ya say!? Well come in, come in.” the elderly green mare came slowly into the mane room.

“Granny Smith I presume?” Silver asked offering his hoof. The elder pony shaking his hoof in return.

“Woo doggy! Why I haven’t heard that fancy Trottin’ham accent in over 100 moons. What brings one of y’all over to my farm?” Granny asked.

“Granny Smith, I’ve been informed by your granddaughter that you could be beneficial to my work. I’m here to gather any important historical info from the Apple family from the last 7 years.” he explained.

“Well why didn’t ya say so? Only other Apple with more Apple family history than me is Cousin Golden Delicious. C’mon sonny, lemme show ya.” Granny replied full of energy. She then proceeded to almost drag Silver into the other room.