Down Home

A young Pegasus stirred, as the sun’s first light crept over the rolling green hills. Birds began to chirp lively from their nests, and squirrels scampered down from their treetop homes. Equestria’s snow capped mountains stood proudly beyond the deep country valleys, and concealed forests hid behind the veil of early morning mist. Sparkling rivers ran by, flowing away from many lakes; meandering on for miles...

This rich, beautiful land surrounded the pastoral village of Ponyville. Established around half a century ago, this modest community consisted of ponies of all races and backgrounds. Some residents were Unicorns, adept in magic; arriving from all corners of Equestria. Others were Pagasi, born for flight; gliding down from their native home of Cloudsdale. There were also Earth ponies, was it not for them, Ponyville would not exist...

Towards the North-east of Ponyville, there was a small house, with a simple infrastructure. It was a little run down, but was good enough for its occupant; who was currently shoving his face into his pillow. As glistening beams of light flooded into the compact, untidy room, the dozy lump cursed.

“Pony feathers! Raise it later sun butt...” the disgruntled Pegasus groaned, as he pulled off the covers and sat upright.

The stallion was generally well built, and had dark rugged fur. Both his mane and tail were a two toned mix of inky black and crimson red. His eyes were strongly hooded and deep blue in colour, while his eyebrows were fairly simple and straight. These features formed an all around stern, no nonsense expression. Though strangely, he seemed a little beaten; even at the best of times.

Turning his attention downwards, he focused on the elusive symbol; overshadowed by the tip of his wing. The mark displayed on his flank resembled a rain cloud. Although, he’d never understood what it meant, as he was no better at activating rain clouds than the last Pegasus. Perhaps it was a metaphor? 'Am I just skilled at being low-key? What sort of destiny is that?'

Now fully awake, the stallion stretched himself out, flexed his wings, and in an attempt to clear his vision, ran a hoof through his mane. He then got up and entered the bathroom. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he noticed his scruffy facial hair, was forming an extended goatee shape around his muzzle. ‘Eh, looks alright’ he thought, stepping into the shower and turning the hot water on.

While he washed his tail, he tried to psyche himself up for a day at work. It wasn’t that he was lazy (most of the time); he just wasn’t fond of his job. Moving clouds around all day, often took its toll on the young stallion’s patience. He got along with his colleagues just fine, but found the team captain; Rainbow Dash, to be too brash and cocky for his liking. However, he needed the money, and didn’t want to sit around all day feeling useless.  Deciding he had nothing better to do, than help separate the 'Cumulus' clouds from the 'Stratocumulus' clouds, he dried himself off and began packing his stuff.

Trotting towards the door, he gave an an exasperated huff. As left his humble abode and closed the door, he wondered if he would behold a certain benign mare down the line...

“Just another day...”