Welcome to AAAPPPALLOOOSSAA!
Prince Bluelood walked out of the train car. The prince sighed and mumbled to himself "Hmph! Just because I was a bit of of order with one mare at the gala, does that really give auntie Celestia the right to send me to this hillbilly he-" before Blueblood could finish he was cut off by a tan pony in a vest and hat. "Howdy parter! My name's Braeburn! Welcome to AAAAPPPPAALLOOSSSA!" The prince scoffed at the cowpony "how do you feel with all of this dust all the time! I must have a bath, just show me to the hotel and I'll be fine!" Braeburn let out a soft chuckle and took off his hat "I think ou might want to wait on that bath there partner, you and I will be going off, looking for new flat land! And it's fittin to get dirty, so a bath now would be pointless, but don't you worry your highness, I know tha there is a lake by some flat land I spotted earlier about 5 miles south of hear!" This prince had a long day ahead of him.
Braeburn and Prince Blueblood walked side by side down the trail, nither of them said a thing or the first half mile. Finally the tan pony broke the ice "It gets mighty hot out hear, and I wouldn't want you to get sunburt, so my folks made this for ya! He existedly got out a tan colored cowpony hat out of his saddle bag, but Blueblood protested " I will not be wearing that! Besides, I have a cream to protect me from the sun!" Braeburn only sighed and looked to him " okay Bluey. First lesson in manners, except every gift you reseave, even if you don't fancy it the thought was still there! My folks always tought me to never deny a gift, just smile and say thank you is what they always say." Blueblood put on a sarcastic, fake smile "thank you" and with that he took the hat, and stuffed it in his straddle bag, causing the gift the bend slightly.
"hears that lake Bluey! We'll set up camp right hear." Blueblood spun around " Camp? You mean, sleep outside? And you shall not call me that!" Braeburn rolled his eyes "alright then Prince, and yes we are camping, but don't worry, I've got a tent tha sleeps one, and you are welcome to take it"
At 10:34 Braeburn had just slipped under his blanket, right outside of the tent where the Lrimce had been for quite sometime, he didn't know if Blueblood had gin to sleep yet, so he didn't want to be rude and wake him. Meanwhile in the tent the unicorn prince was shivering more than naked hamster in the north pole, half because he was so cold, and half because he wa suite afrade of the dark. He looked out and saw Braeburns closed eyes and assumed he was asleep. The white unicorn thought about just taking his blanket, but then he notesed how, soft and warm his fur looked. He slowly got out of his tent, and snuggled up to the cowpony under his covers, putting the prince in the position of the "little spoon". Braeburn notesed this and could only smile, awaiting Blueblood's reaction as he wrapped his hooves around him. There was a but of sqwirming, only for a second, but then nouthing.
The fallowing day when Braeburn woke, the unicorn was not in his hooves, he quirkily turned around to see the prince, his saddle bag next to him, by the river. Was he crying?
