Inheritance of the moon

Their arrival in Ponyville seemed rather unnoticed as the preparations for the Summer Sun Festival was in full swing. It was ‘nice’ to see so many new faces, he’d never really been around other ponies before, even his schooling had been on the road. All this activity managed to distract him from his thoughts which had been bothering him. His magic, his cutie mark, the blue moon, the fact he’d neglected to eat any cake the one time a year he actually got cake, more importantly the energy he felt when the blue moon had risen. “I’ve never seen so much activity….” His family, at least during his life, had never really stayed in towns and when there was a celebration of sorts they normally went around. Nothing it seemed would keep them tied down in any town or setting. And even now his mother and father were departing, leaving him enough bits to stay somewhere and food, Once they left it would be hard to track them down, but he was willing to take that chance.

After bidding farewell to his mother and father he would begin to wonder Ponyville, managing to stay out of the way of busy ponies. His first real goal was to find somewhere to stay, even if it was a field. “It seems this isn’t going to be easy.” Somehow he’d had a feeling it wouldn’t be and for the rest of the day he would attempt to talk to any pony that wasn’t busy, which turned out to be impossible.

Letting out a sigh of exhaustion he would walk into a rather sweet looking building called Sugarcube Corner. Trotting to one of the empty tables he would sit, again letting out a breath, too much work during the day, at least for him. It wasn’t until he rested a moment before smelling the air around him, personally he’d never smelled so many sweets in one place. Over the noise he could hear a pony bouncing about, she was pink and appeared to be helping. “One for you oh and one for you, oooo couldn’t forget you!” Better yet…she was getting closer… “What will you ha….oooo you’re new here!” The pony took a deep breath before firing off questions like ‘What’s your name? Where are you from? What’s your favorite desert? Oooo and what’s your favorite color?’

And trying his best to keep up made him feel like a foal. “Midnight…um…hm…blue?” It seemed impossible to keep up with the pony. Moving a hoof he would place it to his forehead “Slow down, I can’t understand your questions.” That managed to get her to be quiet for oh maybe a few seconds. Well at least it was something so that he could think. “Stars above now ask your questions.” The strange and energetic pony did so, not nearly as fast but still with speed. “Midnight Breeze…I’m not from anywhere really….I don’t eat desert that..” And that’s where she cut in again.

“No desert! We have to get you something stat!” Then she simply vanished leaving a pink cloud behind. Once again he had to take a deep breath, were all ponies in this town like this? He hoped not for his own sanity. It was only a few moments later before the pink pony returned with a pie. “Apple pie on the house, can’t talk more more more ponies to serve!” And again she was gone, bouncing between table and table.

Midnight almost felt bad that he hadn’t managed to get the pony’s name, almost. At least the pie smelled good, he’d not really had apple pie before. Of course he’d had it once but his family had a more ‘nutritious’ choice of food, anything that could keep them moving and healthy. “Hm…” And of course as he was about to take a bite a certain pink pony would crash into him, causing the pie to skid off the table and on to the ground. “Of course.” Little did he know that this would only be the first of many pies he would never get to eat. With a heavy sigh he would stand up and walks away from Sugarcube Corner, not waiting for the pink pony to realize.

Eventually he would get directions from a tanish yellow earth pony who was selling apples to a small house at the edge of Ponyville. From outside it loved sturdy, light wood with darker wood as support. Inside it was well kept, there was a small kitchen and a table which matched the outer wood. Through the only door was a bedroom with a small bed and covers, honestly he’d never slept on a bed before so it would be an interesting first night. Just as he was looking around the house there was a knock at the door, or rather the frame since he had left the door wide open.

Floating into the house came a white Pegasus with a light red mane, gently curled at the ends. Her cutie mark which was clearly visible against her white coat was a stylized sun with three smaller hearts coming from the center. “Excuse me, I heard from Applejack that she’d sent somepony this way.” She caught his attention. “Hello I’m Sunshine.” Bowing her head slightly her main would fall in front of her face which she’d quickly brush away. “So are you interested in my cottage….oh I’m sorry I’ve forgotten to ask your name.” Smiling softly she’d chuckle, as if trying to forget that she’d forgotten to ask. To say there wasn’t an attraction at first sight would be like saying there’s no apple’s in apple pie, at least for Midnight.

“I’m Midnight Breeze and yes I think I’m interested. Though I’ve never stayed in a cottage before, so I don’t have anything to compare it to, tents and dirt yes, cottage’s no.” He certainly seemed a bit out of place here, but he did in fact like it. “It’s just I don’t have much, enough for a few weeks and food maybe.” Midnight wasn’t so much nervous as much as he’d never really talked to many other ponies. “I hope that’s not a problem, other than a few bits I only have my pack with a book and a few apples.” Carefully his pack would float with a light blue glow which matched the glow of his horn.”

Walking around Sunshine would look the colt over as if trying to determine what sort of pony he was. “I believe you; I can throw in a week or two without any charge. That way you can get used to the cottage and see if it suits your needs. It comes with what you see so what you see is what you get.” As she stopped walking she would look around the room “How about thirty bits for a month?” Hoping it wasn’t too much for the colt, in all honestly the cottage had been sitting empty for some time. “If you rent long enough you may keep the cottage, but we’ll talk more about that later.”

Whilst she spoke Midnight was running how much he had, at sixty-five bits it really wasn’t that much. “Thirty bits sounds fair, that should leave me enough to get food and stuff for the cottage if needed.” After a month or preferably during he would have to find some way to earn bits so that he could stay longer, else he end up back outside. Oddly it wasn’t night time that worried him, since he only slept a few hours which normally took place during the morning. With that the flap of his pack would open and small pouch would lift out, the jingle from inside held promise of bits. “That should be thirty bits.” His mother had a habit of separating bits so if one pouch went missing then all of their bits weren’t gone; to him it had made perfect sense.

Sunshine would take hold of the pouch with her hoof “I can count it when I go home, please if you need anything feel free to ask.” She would trot towards the door. “Oh and welcome to Ponyville, Midnight.” Offering a warm smile she would leave, closing the door behind her.