The Artists

Howdy, name's Blue Pen. I'm a sketch artist at Ponyville Art College. I occasionally draw stuff like wildlife and landscapes, but I also tend to sketch little portraits of my friends and me in fun vacation spots. Problem is, I'm havin' a little bit of trouble with inspiration these days. I know, t'ain't normal for a southern pony like me to want to be inspired, but I ain't no normal southern pony.

I'm plannin' on taking a while off of college to visit new places. I've been to Manehattan, I've been to Canterlot. They couldn't stick it for me. I heard of a far off place called Deivans. Takin' my roommate Nightly Storm there for a start.

Nightly's a pegasus from the south. Knew each other growin' up, actually. She's tryin' for oil on canvas. I tried it before. Didn't work. May coincidences have it, Nightly's having a bit of an art block, too. How nice! Hopefully it storms in the new landscapes in Deivans.

"You all packed?" I ask as Nightly and I get ready to leave to get on the train to Deivans.

"Yep! What about you?"

"Answer that for yourself," I jokingly snap. She and I can kinda read each other's minds, which makes things quicker sometimes. It's a special power that not a lot of ponies have.

Okay, we can't really read each other's minds. I'm an earth pony, and she's a pegasus. We don't possess the magic. We just tell that to ponies to freak them out.

"I'll take that as a yes," Nightly chuckles. "Welp, since we're all packed, let's head off to the train."

"Wait!" I stop her. I've kinda half been very well known by everypony I know for triple checking everything. "Did we remember our art supplies?"

Nightly sighs and checks all the dressers and our luggage. She pulls out the canvas and paints from her bag, and the sketch canvases, pencils, and colored pencils from mine. She chuckles again. "I think we're good, Pen. Now come on! We're gonna miss the train!"

We run out of our dorm and down to the lobby. We book it to the train station, just barely making it. We step onto the train. Deivans is extremely far away, should be a two night, three day trip. We each have our own neighboring rooms. I sit in my bed and look out the window at the landscape. I lay my pen on the sketch pad and draw.