Down Home

Before joining up with his co-workers, he made his way to town hall, to sign in. He worked with Ponyville’s weather team, which mostly involved relocating and clearing clouds from the regional airspace. On arrival to Ponyville, the stallion struggled to find a job that appealed to him; even more so, one that paid well. Ideally, he wanted to play Guitar for a living; or perhaps be a writer.

The problem was, his flank insignia said otherwise!

Besides, it was difficult to come up with original pieces in the creative industry. He simply wasn’t rousing enough with his... um... ‘borrowed’ Guitar, and he constantly hit writer’s block; lacking that inspirational flare. Having no one to give their opinion of his work didn’t help either. With those facts in mind, he decided to keep his creative side to himself; in order to keep finding salvation in his practices. This left fewer options, but things also became clearer to him. He then concluded that 'a simple, active job should fit the ticket.'

Considering himself to be fairly well built; and physically able, he knew he could handle anything from apple bucking; at the local apple orchard, to stacking hay bales, wherever they were needed. Because he was a Pegasus, he felt he would be most useful as a weather pony. Feeling fairly confident, he went ahead with his decision to sign up for the vacancy in Ponyville's weather patrol.

Trotting at a slow pace, he witnessed a young couple, sitting at a table; nuzzling each other. A pang of jealousy flared up inside him, as it sometimes did upon seeing a couple of his age. Despite his solitary lifestyle, he found himself desiring that close bond. But he’d never been infatuated with likes of any pony, except perhaps one soft-spoken mare in particular.

The self-immersed stallion was so lost in his cogitation; he almost missed the door to town hall. Before he entered the building, he cleared his head of intensive thoughts, and reiterated his schedule for the day: ‘Sign in, work, pick up book, Park, and Home.’ With a clear structure of the day memorized, he felt confident to move on.

Ounce inside Town hall, he ambled towards the check in area, where a middle aged unicorn mare; with thick-rimmed spectacles, was organizing an assortment of papers. Unsure if it was rude to distract her, he cleared his throat and proceeding with:

“Hey there, I’m here to sign in for work."

The secretary discontinued the levitation of a plethora, the mayor had her archive. After asking his initials, she retrieved a brown folder; which contained a series of official documents.

”Hmm-hmm... Autumn Breeze, weather team?” “That’s correct.” He replied, confirming the details with surety.

“Alright, if you could just sign here...”

Autumn endorsed the sign in sheet, by scrawling his half-baked signature.

After the secretary had taken in the sigh in sheet, Autumn was free to go.

Primed and ready, Autumn headed off to the assemblage at the edge of the Everfree forest...