Far from the town of Canterlot, or the neighbouring city, there was a stretch of coastland, looking out at the vast ocean beyond. The skies above were greatly overcast today, creating a blanket of grey that stretched from horizon to horizon. The air was cool, and blew fiercely through every nearby street and path that could be walked. So strong were the winds today that wave upon wave was lashing against the sandy shore, the salt water spraying against anything close by. Needless to say, this whole combination created both an environment and a day where few wanted to be outdoors for anything. However, travelling along the one coastal road beside the beach, there was a bus, gradually slowing down as it reached the designated stop. When it halted, and its door opened, a single figure emerged; Lemon Zest, a student of the famed Crystal Prep Academy.
But, rather than being dressed in the standard uniform of her school, the girl was instead clad in a simple red jogging suit, complete with sneakers. Slung over her shoulder was a duffel bag, and upon her head were her headphones, something she was almost never seen without. Adjusting the strap of her bag slightly, Lemon stood there, watching as her bus drove off, leaving her all alone in this place. But, in stark contrast to how most would be in a location such as this, Lemon looked as happy as ever, smiling widely as she took in a deep breath of cool coastal air, before letting it all out soon afterwards.
“Ah! Now this is more like it!”
And so, she was off, walking intently forward, towards the sand of the nearby beach, all by herself, never looking anything other than a combination of happy and excited as she did so. It did not take her long to get to the sands themselves, and once there, she dropped her bag to the ground, placing her hands upon her hips and looking out at the ferocious waves of the sea before her. Smirking a little, she turned, looking at the road she’d just come from, before giving a simple shrug of her shoulders.
“Hmmm…guess it’s just me today then.”
But, that knowledge of her solitude did not seem to bother her at all, as she turned once more to the ocean before clapping her hands together.
“Alright then! Down to business!”
With that, she reached for her headphones, slipping them off her head and setting them gently down next to her duffel bag. With that done, she kicked off her sneakers, which was followed by her stripping off her entire jogging suit. When all was said and done, she stood there, clad in a standard bikini, the same shade of green as her hair. As she looked herself over, she smiled.
“Yep…still hot.”
A thoughtful look crossed her face for a moment, followed by a quick chuckle.
“I know you’re not here, but thanks for showing me that store, Rarity.”
But, when her words were done, she knelt down and stuffed all of her discarded clothes, as well as her headphones, into her bag, before securely zipping it up. Afterwards, she stood tall once more, looking up to the sky above her, which was still entirely covered with grey and foreboding clouds. For a brief moment, she frowned.
“Come on…I know it’s gonna happen, so happen already!”
Almost as if the world itself had heard her, it began; Rain. The moment that first drop hit her face, she smiled, and before long, it was followed by more and more of them. Stretching out her arms, she closed her eyes, feeling the cold water pour down on her from above. The cold didn’t bother her, nor did the harsh winds that continued to blow. No, she just stood there, looking like she was enjoying every single moment of this. As the cool drops of water trickled down her exposed skin, she opened her eyes once more, taking another deep breath of cold air into her lungs before exhaling. She turned her head, looking at the long stretch of beach beside her, and smirked.
“Alright then…here we go.”
Getting into a starting position, Lemon made an almighty leap forward, jumping ahead before starting to sprint. On and on she went, through the rain, the cold and the wind, moving ever onwards. All alone, on a miserable-looking beach on a wet day, she looked no less happy than she’d ever been. The water mixing with the sand below had caused it to become cloggy, more solid. And thus, every impact she made during her run left deep footprints behind her. And still, she went onwards. She didn’t know how long she’d been running, or how many miles, but, quite frankly, she didn’t care. She just loved it. At times, she’d veer to the left, running along the very edge of where the sands met the lashing waves, feeling the salty spray upon her, which, if anything, brought an even wider smile to her face than before. It really did seem like nothing about this day could get her down.
Eventually, and after running for who know how long, Lemon’s thighs were practically burning with the effort she’d thrown into this. So, in a rather impressive-feat of acrobatics, she halted her sprint with a cartwheel manoeuvre, which ultimately resulted in her landing flat on her back, sending a veritable shower of water-logged sand in all directions. But, she seemed no worse for wear, and even, after a few moments of silence, started to laugh quite heartily. Carrying on this way for several minutes, she got herself up, looking around before eventually catching sight of a nearby large rock. Smiling to herself, she walked over, found a somewhat flat part of it, before letting out a long sigh after she sat upon it. Looking down at the sand around her feet, she briefly dug her right toes into it before kicking it away from her. And through it all, as the rain kept beating down on her, she smiled and laughed.
“Yeah…this is a good day.”
