Nine hundred and fifty years after the Banishment of Nightmare Moon. Prancian Colleges of Arts enforce strict rulings of the arts and are expensive to enter, but are the best institutes in the world. Those who enter the college, leave as radically better artists, but sometimes, the college isn't needed to be a good artist, it is the imagination for the imagination can prove to be even more powerful than simple teachings.
There was a quiet knocking at the door... Knock knock... Knock knock knock... Each knock became more and more intense. Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Yes, yes, I am coming!" The voice of a stallion could be heard from another part of the house, soon enough, there were sounds of the hooves moving on the floor. In front of the door, emerged a blue colored stallion with a silver mane. The saturation of his mane and coat was a little bit grayed out due to the outside lighting the inside of his room. He unlocked the door and opened up the door.
There was a stallion that was wearing a brown coat and a brown hat that had a ring around it and then rose up. He stood in the doorway and was dripping wet for he was standing in the rain. He hid his face from the rain with his brown hat and the rain was dripping down to the top.
"Come in my friend!" The blue coated and silver-maned stallion said with eagerness and enthusiasm which was a rarity for him. He eventually walked away from the door and entered the parlor of his home and opened up the blinds.
As he was doing that, the other stallion came into the house and closed the door behind him. The