Home is where the Heart is and the heart should be full of love. Well, at least in this place it should be.

Welcome to Greneclyf, meaning ‘Green Cliffs’. It’s the Hillpony’s name for the island as it is what the ponies of the mainland would see, either with a spyglass or whilst sailing nearby.

My ancestors came from Farbrook at one point, but it was a long time ago. My family has lived here for generations and we are considered to be Greneclyfian. I come from a town called Misneach, meaning “Hope” for all non Greneclfyians out there. It’s not too far from the capital as well, Blosmport; the biggest port city, and a stunningly beautiful place.

My town of Misneach sits on a flat plain just downstream from where a river starts. Due to this, the land is fertile, allowing for plenty of farms to pop up. ‘Course, these farms only have a singular purpose: feeding the pony population here on Greneclyf, unlike our brethren species of the island who make up the majority, the changelings. They eat ‘love’, oddly enough. It's not a physical item that one can consume, though, it's the emotion, as weird as that sounds. The emotion of loving something or somepony; that emotion. It’s hard to explain, really, since we ponies are not able to see it, smell it, or feel it like changelings do, but just believe us. No one really knows why they eat like this, or why they evolved this way, but we don’t question it. There's never been anything to make us question it much.

I’ve heard stories from many a-folk who pass through the island while selling their wares or delivering supplies. There are other changelings, too, far away in a land called Equestria. Equestria is a pony-dominated kingdom, or rather a diarchy. Though there are changelings living around there, sadly, they don’t live in peace with the ponies. I never understood why, honestly. I personally find them to be cute sometimes, funny, goofy, and honestly, their disguising ability always seemed really amazing to me. I guess growing up around them, you get accustomed to them. Nothing wrong with that right?

I myself grew up a single foal with two loving parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, the whole shebang, you know? Even considered some changelings here to be family since they’re close to us. My father is a carpenter and my mother a tailor. He builds furniture, or even boats sometimes, and my mum makes clothing for sailors, business ponies, and fancy clothing for the locals in town for when they have a night out or something similar.

I should introduce myself as well before I forget. My name is Fíonn Taistealaí and I went to school and grew up like everyone else. I enjoyed hanging out with my friends and playing games like tag or hide or seek or pretending to be guard by waving sticks about like swords or pikes as anyone would expect of a child. It was a great foalhood, truthfully.

Now, I’m a stallion. I finished primary school and secondary school. My father wanted me to help him continue his work in carpentry, but I wanted to travel and explore the island and maybe even Farbrook and the rest of the mainland. As you can probably bet, I kinda had a falling out with my father over that, but, thank Slána, my mother convinced him to let me travel. It was under the condition that I promised to help him for a year in his workshop, at least to make some money so I can actually survive on my travels, which worked for me—for my father too.

I was mostly sent out to purchase wood planks, tools, and other things we would need, but the odd time he’d have me carving, chipping, hammering, or varnishing a piece or project. Or, on occasion, bring him some tea that my mother had made for us.

We would argue a lot over how some things should be done and he’d go as far as chasing me out of the workshop sometimes. But, that was the price he paid for making me do this job. I will admit though, I did enjoy it, and after a year passed, my father, begrudgingly, let me go on my travels.

I made sure to leave him a gift: a bottle of his favourite porter; MacSéamais Fruisce Grá, a fairly popular brand of Whiskey, and one my father foams at the mouth over. That should’ve kept him quiet for a while. Well, hopefully, for the sake of my mother's ears before he started singing old songs.

For my travels, I plan to head to Blosmport at the end of the trip. Mainly because it's the biggest city and the best should be saved for last, right? I’ll start by heading to Cengail by train. Then I’ll explore the eastern province, the central province, and finally, the western province with the capital.

Given that the Capital will have many boats going back and forth, I’m considering travelling to Farbrook too. I've heard it's as scenic as Greneclyf, and I’d get to see where my ancestors came from, which is a plus. Given how intertwined both our nations are, they're almost like brothers or family to us just as much as the changelings and ponies here are, it should be a safe enough place with the exception of the fauna. But that's for a later date to decide on. After all, I will have loads of time to decide. As they say, nothing can possibly go wrong!

Author's Note

Greneclyf is an Island on the eastern part of the globe of the EAW Interpretation of My Little Pony.
Greneclyf is based on Ireland ~~(with some Japenese~~ flavouring~~, albeit, extremely minimal flavouring)~~. As a result, Irish or Greneclyfian will show up alot through the story, so I will leave translations here for those who don't speak as Gaeilge, to be able to understand. For example, the name “Fíonn” means “Fair-haired” in Irish, and “Taistealaí” means “Traveller”, making his name “Fair-haired Traveller"