Persona: Equestrian Dreams

Saturday, January 9th
Daytime
Weather: Sunny
Train to Barcelponia
Creation Nation woke up to see himself on the train. This was the train he boarded at his hometown of Baltimare. He was going to the city of Barcelponia to attend the Barcelponian College of the Collective Arts, a prestigious school with a variety of studies for creatures from all across the world to attend and perfect their craft. It was always his dream to go to some illustrious college that would allow him to truly hone on his art skills, I mean, that's what his cutie mark is for. He was born for art. The train would exit the darkness of the cave, and at his disposal, was the most gorgeous sight he has ever seen in his whole life. A full view of Barcelponia. It was beautiful, showing the ancient structures left by ponies of the Renaissance Era of Equestria. Wonderfully crafted arches underneath the bridges the train ducked under. The historical buildings had wonderful quartz columns on their corners and around their doors, baroque streetlamps adorning the concrete sidewalks. It was, as said earlier, a truly wonderful and awe-striking sight to see. The speaker that has been planted on the wall plays a jingle, interrupting Creation's thoughts the conductor beginning to speak.

"Arriving at Barcelponia Main Station. I repeat, arriving at Barcelponia Main Station. Make sure you take all your luggage and don't leave any valuables behind when you step off the train." The conductor announced through the speaker. He stood up and grabbed his respective luggage. Once the train stopped, he exited through the open doors and looked around the station. There was a moderate amount of ponies at this station. He was looking for a special somepony. Not a lover, no. He was looking for one of his relatives. His grandmother, Cherry Drink. She is an excellent chef. She's #1 around these parts. In the distance, he saw a levitating sign, that had his name written over it.

"There she is.." He said to himself silently. He jogged through the mild crowd of ponies and stopped right in front of the wielder of the sign. A visibly youthful unicorn mare with a white pelt, a crimson and pink mane and tail, and an apron, with a navy blue and baby blue plaid pattern across it. Her hair was nice and wavy, just like his mother's. Creation Nation had one of those grandmothers who doesn't look older than 24. The truth is, his grandmother is 68 years old. Very old for a pony... Cherry Drink gave Creation Nation a patient smile, lowering the sign to her side.

"Took you long enough." Cherry Drink teased. Her voice sounded like Creation's older sister.

"Sorry. I'm still a bit tired from the trip." Creation Nation said, before yawning. He rubs his hoof against his eyes. Cherry Drink gasped when she saw the tiny bags under his eyes, staining his bright yellow face.

"My goodness! Why didn't you take a nap on the train?!" Cherry Drink exclaimed.

"I did, but my dream-" Creation said, before his grandmother's hoof gently met his mouth, hushing immediately.

"No excuses. Come on, let's get you to a nice comfortable spot in my home." She cooed as she picks up Creation Nation's luggage with her teeth, instead of her magic.

"But, I can-" Creation Nation tried to rebut against her hasty care before his mouth was closed once more by that same pearly white hoof.

"No time for talk. We need to get you something to eat, and somewhere to sleep." Cherry Drink replied through her teeth. Creation Nation had no other choice, but to pick up the rest of his luggage, and follow her back to her home.

Afternoon
Cherry Drink's Home
You know that awkward yet nostalgic feeling you get in your bones when you're traveling and you have to stay in a relative or friend's home? That's what Creation Nation was feeling, right when his hoof met the welcoming yet tacky woven doormat of Cherry's home, which read “Home Sweet Home” in big black letters, surrounded by small pastel flowers places on thin green vines. The brass doorknob twists in Cherry’s mana grip, allowing the two to trot inside the house to be greeted by the living room. The living room was very pleasant. Wooden floor, a couch right in front of the nice warm fire, a chandelier, a few bookshelves, and quite the amount of exotic flora. Cherry Drink leads Creation Nation upstairs to a room, to their left. The room was very mundane. No color. Just bland grays, whites, and blacks. This bothered Creation Nation. He liked colorful rooms.

"Sorry, if there's no color. Hearing your arrival so soon kinda cut into my schedule. Heh... Maybe when I have some time, I can help spice this place up. How about it?" Cherry Drink said in an apologetic tone.

"Yeah. Let's do that." Creation replied, his smile as soft as his reply.

"Good. Now, come downstairs, dinner should be ready by now." Cherry Drink cooed, trotting right back down the stairs, Creation right back on her flank. In the kitchen, were two unicorn mares. One mare had a nice baby blue pelt with a mint-green mane and tail, with sparkling blue eyes that were very enveloped with a book. The other had a nice spartan red pelt with a milk chocolate-colored mane and tail, each with a bright orange streak through them. She was idling doodling on a piece of paper, ignoring the textbook next to the flimsy piece of paper she was scribbling on. These two were Creation’s cousins, Mint Morning and Cinnamon Sunset respectively. From the sounds of hooves, the two would remove their sights from their current doings to see their yellow-pelted cousin with their grandmother.

"Creation!" Mint Morning said with a serene kind of excitement, making her way to Creation in an orderly and poised fashion, putting a singular arm around his neck, Creation doing the same. Creation was then, yanked from his calmer relative’s grasp and pulled into a noogie.

"Little cuz! It’s been so long! How’s it been in saditty Baltimare, Color Butt?" Cinnamon Sunset cooed teasing, making Creation scrunch his nose in annoyance, trying to escape the harsh greeting ritual. Cinnamon was definitely the more intense cousin compared to Mint.

"Cinnamon! What did I tell you about pestering your relatives?" Cherry inquired with a disciplinary tone, glaring at her granddaughter who only replied with a shrug.

"Yeah, yeah... Treat others how you want to be treated and all that.." Cinnamon would let Creation go, who would softly rub the area of impact for the noogie. “But, it definitely is good to see you again, Creation.”

“Yeah, I can say the same, excluding the ‘noogies’.” Creation said, pulling his crimson cousin into a side hug, who would gladly accept. Afterward, the 3 would sit down at the 4 person table, waiting for the meal that Cherry was conjuring.

"So, what’s for dinner, Mint?" Creation Nation asked, the excitement only just noticeable within his hushed voice.

"Dandelion Stew with a side of Hay Fries," Mint replied, leaning in with just as much excitement. This caused the both of them to hum in delight at the thought of their grandmother's wonderful stew, filled to the brim with vegetables.

"And, for the drink, Cherry Soda Float..!" Cinnamon squealed. Creation Nation started to drool just a bit, just thinking about the sweet, savory taste of his grandmother's floats. She won 2nd Place in a culinary competition that was nationwide, being the runner-up to two ponies that have a sweet shop in Ponyville. He was soon snapped out of his daydream by Mint. Seeing that he delved deep within his passionate food fantasies, he would wipe the drool off of his chin and smile cheekily.

"S-sorry about that, heh..." Creation replied bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck once more in embarrassment, though that moment would be short-lived as Cherry Drink began to serve their dinner and poured their drinks. Afterward, the rest of the night was filled with talking over food and drink, speaking of what activities Creation is ready to do the most as he attends BCCA, which were all very obvious: Art related things. And this dragged on for a long time.

Evening
Creation's Room
Once Creation was able to walk up to his room, he would open the door, pushing the rest of his luggage on the side of his bed, and checked out the room. The walls were all white, along with the ceiling. The floor was made from the same wood that was present within the rest of the house. A mixture between light and dark browns. The window has a set of thin white curtains which showed the moonlight pressed against them, but wouldn't allow the beams of light to touch the floor. Next to the window would be a big wooden desk, possibly installed so Creation would have a place to conduct any art-related work he had to do. When he turned to his bed, he was greeted in white sheets and white pillows. Next to the bed, there would be a wooden nightstand with a singular magic-fueled lamp sitting on top of it, devoid of any sort of activity. Creation, too tired to ponder on his hatred of mostly white spaces, would walk over to his bed and flopped down, looking at the bleak white roof above him and thinking himself to sleep.

"All right, Creation Nation... You can do this..." He softly cooed to himself before he fell into a deep slumber, readying himself for what he may have to endure in the morning.