I am on the train to Ponyville, to see Rarity at the Carousel boutique.

Choosing the early train, means that I could be able to take the train back, the same day. I do not wish to impose myself upon Rarity and her family; and I do not expect to find any room over the night, had I chosen this option. Besides, I do not want to stay longer than I have to, in order to acquire what I had in mind.

Maybe I could afford to see the Spa, and enjoy a moment with Aloe or Lotus, but that is the limit.

I wear a cerise skirt and a matching vest, under my saddlebags. My mark had been embroidered onto the sides of the bags, just a few weeks ago. I am proud of the work.

I can see puffs of smoke, billowing from the front of the train, where I am sitting. This is after all a steam engine, so the smoke is expected.

The train jumps with each seam of the track, leaving telltale noises. These could lull you into sleep, if it is late at night and you are tired, but could as easily keep you awake if you are weary.

The train is soon to arrive at my destination, and I am growing excited. I am very expectant, of what is before me at the village of Ponyville.

After a few more minutes, the train starts to slow down; I start preparing for the departure, and gets up from my seat. As the train finally does stop, I have gathered myself and my few belongings and moved to the exit.

The door opens, and I step off of the train, orienting myself and heads for the main destination. My goal is to reach the Carousel Boutique. Trotting there does take me several minutes, but the effort will be worth it, if I manage to get there.

“Finally, I am here!” I realize, just as I step out into the village; “I will see Rarity, and will be able to have my own, first suit!” I continue, while I notice just how much more lively the bustling community is.

“Whoa?” I ponder, as I see Ponies rushing this way, or that.

The streets are packed, with Ponies left and right. Here I come, expecting the streets to be sparsely populated with just a few Ponies.

The next thing I know, there is a Donkey, a Cow and even an exotic Zebra before me on the street. I guess this is close to the center of the community, but still.

“I did not even know there were Zebra’s in Equestria, let alone a small village like Ponyville!” I ponder; “Then again, this will prove to be very interesting!” I continue, as I trot towards the Carousel Boutique.

The Carousel is fairly easy to spot, even in this strange back-wards community. The buildings look, as if they had been hoof-picked, right out of a strange fairy-tale.

“But, why does that house look, as if it had been made out of Ginger-bread?” I mumble, as I trot by the Sugar-cube Corner.

“Of course, maybe I could have had my breakfast there?” I add.

"Of course you can!" exclaims an excitedly exuberant voice; bubbling over like a pot of fudge, boiling over on slightly too high temperature.

The voice comes from a pink mare, but she had appeared from out of nowhere. She is clearly an Earth-pony with a deep, pink main curled up as if she had just had it done a bit too tight.

"When did Earth-ponies learn teleportation?" I inquire, taken aback by her sudden appearance.

"Hiya!" she exclaims.

Apparently, she is utterly oblivious, of how she comes through and what other Ponies says?

Her entire mane is bouncing about, like an excited puppy; but her bangs stand still, as if she had been pointing at me.

“She sure is pink, so I guess that would make sense!” I ponder, giggling at the weird silliness.

After a moment, I notice that she is waving a hoof at every Pony trotting by, and everyone who could possibly see her. Including the Donkey, the Cow and even the Zebra. If a Dragon or a Changeling had been trotting by, I swear she would have waved her hoof at them too.

While she clearly is focusing on me, I realize she is still managing to keep track of everything around her; waving hooves at and even swapping greetings and maintaining dialogue.

“You are new here!” she exclaims, in excitement; “I know; because I recognize every Pony in Ponyville!” she continues; “Since I have never seen you before; that means that you are new, here!” she concludes.

Since that last question had been directed at me, I had to answer her.

“Yes, I have never been to Ponyville before!” I offer; “I was hoping, I could see Rarity at her boutique, to acquire a suit!” I continue.

“Rarity does craft the very best suits, whatever you need it for!” she responds; “But, I will still have to throw you a welcome to Ponyville party!” she then declares.

“That is; why I came to Ponyville, in the first place!” I point out; “Just feels odd; that a Mare like Rarity, would live here?” I inquire; “Is she in, today?” I continue.

“You certainly did come to the right place, if you want a suit!” she exclaims, excitedly.

“Rarity is waiting for you; even if she does not know it, yet!” Pinkie points out, giggling all knowingly.

“Thank you, Pinkie!” I respond; pondering about her choice of words, perplexed.

She had managed to capture my attention, and thus distracted me from where I had been going.

“There it is, the Carousel Boutique!” she enlightens me, pointing a hoof directly at the somewhat strange building.

“Oh!” I respond; “Thank you, thank you, thank you; Pinkie!” I continue, thanking her.

“I still do owe you a party!” she points out, as if she had been borrowing something valuable and expensive from me.

If the mare had not been so friendly, her tenacity would have been creepy; though her over the top friendliness is scary too. Just in a very different, and very unexpected way.

“Good thing, I am so close to my destination; now I can excuse myself, and escape into the boutique!” I ponder.

I giggle at the situation, as I continue towards the carousel; trotting eagerly, knowing the mare is inside the building. I see Ponequines in the windows, showcasing her latest creations. Suits and dresses, for both Stallions and Mares. All very classy and elegant. These are very expensive looking, but by no means excessive.

As I push the door to the boutique open, there is the sound of a delicate chime. The next moment, I hear the sound of a voice, belonging to the mare I had come to see.

“Welcome to the Carousel Boutique! I am Rarity, how can I be of assistance?” she offers.

Author's Note

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An Episode, With Rarity in the Boutique