A Day in the Life of an Author?
The market place is always such a busy place in the mornings. A lot of ponies comes here to socialize while their foals play in the park, as they wait for their parents to finish shopping, or they simply come to bay some things they are in need of.
‘’Hey, are you Tremble Weep, the great writer?” A young unicorn filly, with a navy-blue mane and an earth olive coat, came up to me and asked.
“No,” I said dismissively, not wanting to talk to some fanfilly at the moment.
“You’re not?” she said skeptically, not quite believing me.
Or maybe I’ll stay and talk with her for a while. A short while. I haven’t, really, anything better to do.
“No. I’m not Tremble Weep. The name is Tumble Weed!”
Why do everypony keep pestering me with this Weep-guy? I don’t know any Weep, I certainly do not.
“Anyways, could you please sign this book for me?” She stood and smiled up at me, totally not thrown off by my outburst.
“You seriously want me to sign that book of yours?” I looked at her inquisitive.
“Pretty please?” She stared at me with puppy eyes.
“Fine, I’ll sign it,” I said defeated, not able to resist those eyes.
She levitated the book out of her saddlebag and gave it to me. It was a blue book, with the letters in a draconian style.
Scales of a Dragon, by Tremble Weep – Wait, what? Weep’s here too? Who is this Weep actually? Obviously he’s an author of some kind, but who the hay is he?
I was drawn back to reality as the filly cleared her throat politely.
“Sorry, I was going to sign this, wasn’t I?” I said as I looked around for a pen.
“There is a feather pen on page 4,”
Then, after I had signed her book, she ran off to meet back up with her friends. It seems they had been shopping as they had lots of stuff in their saddlebags.
How good it is to lay on the beach on a hot summer day, with the fresh cooling water just within reach, a cool drink beside me and no stress.
Just when I was about to get up to refresh my drink, a filly suddenly came within my sight.
“Hey! You’re that filly from earlier today!” I wasn’t only shocked by her sudden appearance, but the fact that she had managed to sneak so close up to me, without me noticing.
“You remember me?” she said and giggled.
“What are you doing here? Where are your parents?” I asked suspiciously.
“I’m old enough to go out on my own, thank you!” she snorted, crossing her arms.
“Sure, but what are you doing here?” Not really wanting to take that up to discussion.
“Well, I came looking for you, silly.”
She came here looking for me? This can’t be good, can it? How did she even know I had gone to beach after our encounter?
So many thoughts were running through my mind at this point, I don’t think I could possibly think them all. So, I did the only rational thing.
“What do you want!?” She got startled by the question, she just froze, and her usual cheeriness was like drained from her face. On the inside, I cringed, that didn't exactly go as planed, did it?
“Y-you forgot your pen,” she stumbled
“You came all the way out here for a pen!” I was truly shocked. How could I forget my pen, I never forget things…
Then it hit me, this wasn’t my pen, I had borrowed hers when I had signed her edition of Scales of a Dragon. She just wanted an excuse for coming to see me again!
“Thanks, but you can keep it. Say, do you write?”
She was just standing there, completely still. Then suddenly she looked up at me and smiled.
“Hey, how about we go to that beach café over there?” I didn’t have time to react as she dragged me towards the café.
The café was really cozy, for a beach café that is. The tables, like the one I had just been dragged to, were formed like seashells. The walls looked like they’re made out of ratting, and the roof was one big seashell, seemingly made out of straw.
“I thought we could eat lunch together,” she smiled up at me. Sure you did, why else would you drag me to a café?
“Well, I am a bit hungry. Okay, it’s my treat,” I smiled back. “So, what would you like?”
“Hay fries!” The answer came instantly. “A big bowl of hay fries.”
“Sounds great, anything to drink?”
“No,”
When the waiter came around to our table, I gave our order. He had said it wouldn’t take long before our food would come. And correctly, he returned quite quickly with our food, except it was a single huge plate of hay fries.
“Please excuse us, sir. Our dish washer is sick, so we ran out of bowls. We hope this doesn’t cause any complications,” the waiter told us as he placed the plate on our table.
“You couldn’t just have given us two plates?” The waiter then excused himself and left rather quickly.
“Don’t you think it’s bad to not have a step-in in case one is sick?” She had voiced my concerns, but then again this café could simply be under-staffed.
“Well, yeah. Now, why don’t we start eating?” I said, smiling at her.
Well, we’re unicorns, so this won’t be a problem, we could after all just levitate the food. Sigh. It seems like we got an extra amount of hay fries, at least.
“Thank you for the meal,”
“You’re welcome, but what is your name, really?” I asked. I can’t believe I haven’t asked of that before.
“My name's Azure Clay!” she announced her name cheerfully. “So, what would you like to do, now?”
I shrugged. Why is she staying with me, anyway?