**Ponyville, Equestria**
**003 Summer CC**
**Pear Butter**

Just off the train, my stallion asks, "Ye're off to the hospital, then?"

I nod, "Eeyup."

"And ye're sure ye’re okay?"

I reassure him again, "Ah’m sure," and nuzzle his neck while we watch some foals.

Charoite Star, one of the passengers getting off the train with us, says to her filly, Amethyst, "Okay, Amethyst. Say, 'goodbye,' to your new friend."

The little pink filly walked up to the little green colt and said, "Bye, Silly."

He looked at her and said with a smile, "Sparky. Thank you.” Bright Mac and I giggled at that. We’re going to have to teach him more words.

Just about everypony around stopped to watch these two little foals.

They face each other, and Amethyst goes to try to hug the colt. Her little hoof misses and their noses press. Everyponies' jaws drop.

Her eyes widen with some surprise at the sudden blunder and new intrusion to her muzzle; his eyes widen with the same look he and Stormy's filly, Spitfire, both had right before-

-he licks her. Uh-oh! Starting from her chin, he slowly trails right up between her eyes. As his trek reaches its apex and he chambers his tool, I swipe him up and set him on my back, "Bleh, d-bleh, d-bleh,”" before he can initiate another one of those pegasus lick-battles with an unsuspecting nature-pony filly. "Huh?" He just realized, "Mom?"

One mare in the small crowd says to her stallion, "I know what I want to do today." Poor Mr. Waddle's muzzle start to glow and he audibly gulps.

Charoite whispers to us, “If you ever need a foalsitter or another mare, you just let me know. Also," she looks between Silly and her filly, "they seem like pretty good friends. Don’t you think?"

Must be quite something to be a colt. I am not complaining; I have my own stallion, but he’s gotten more offers in the past week than I've gotten my entire life.

Charoite takes her leave with a wink and nudges Amethyst, "Let’s go, 'Sparky.'"

The giggling filly moved in the direction of her dam’s nudge, "Silly calls me, 'Sparky,' dam."

"Oh~? I can’t use your special name?" Her dam asks.

The little unicorn thinks as they get beyond earshot, "Well~ maybe," but everypony can see the rose on her cheeks and ears.

Bright Mac reaches his muzzle down to nuzzle Silly around his shoulder, "Ah'll be seein' you soon, partner."

Silly turned and gave him a full-body hug with all four legs around Bright’s muzzle, "Thank you."

Bright chuckled and lifted both his head and Silly off the ground, and he said to me, "Ah know after he weens, Ah'll be lookin' after him more. 'Till then, though, Ah gotta soften mah ma up to the idear of me foalsittin’ an’... sirin’ an’ such."

I don't think anypony who knows Granny Smith would think she'd have any problem with her progeny siring.

"It'll work out, Sugarcube. Ah promise. Besides, Ah don't think mah daddy will turn a colt out." I add after a moment in his hear, "and Ah'll see you later tonight."

Speaking with a foal covering his muzzle, "You know, Ah'll have chorin’ to do tomorrow."

I say, "As will Ah, mah stallion, and we can take our breaks together then, too."

He gulps and asks, "The barn, our hill, or the orchard?"

I think briefly and answer, "Ah think under the stars sounds mighty nice. Don’t you?"

He smirks, "Hill it is," and sets Silly down gently. When the colt’s flank touches the platform, he lets go of Bright Mac.

One of the train's ponies unloaded all of the passengers' luggage while we were waiting, and Mac looks over at my cart. "Perfect Pear Orchards is on the way to Sweet Apple Acres; and if you're going to the hospital, then you'll be heading to the opposite side of town anyway. So, Ah'll bring yer cart over and hitch it to yer front gate."

I kiss his cheek, "Thank you, very much."

Bashfully, he says, "Ponies'll see, Buttercup."

I chuckle, "Okay, okay. Pretty sure the whole town ought to know by now, anyhow," I add more to myself than anything as I blatantly stare at his flanks while he hooks himself into the cart straps, "'Cept our parents, thank Harmony."

We exchange winks as somepony calls, "Pear Butter! Is that you, dearie?" I look over and see my best friend, Chiffon Swirl. "I was on break and saw the train stopped longer than usual; so, I thought to walk over..."

"Oh, ye're a sight fer sore eyes, Sugarcube!"

We smile and hug and nuzzle, and slowly we turn to watch Bright Mac go as we hold each other. His gait is a little off tempo and wider in the back than is usual for a stallion.

She asks, "What did you do with him?"

“Better question is, what didn’t Ah do with him?” I miss him already.

Chiffon says to me, "Your sire's not selling in the market today. I think he’s at your farm. Want to stop by the Corner real quick?"

I pick Silly up and put him on my back.

She notices and asks, "Is that -uh- did-?"

I say, "This here is Silly, and it's a story, sugarcube."

**Ponyville, Equestria**
**003 Summer CC**
**Silly the Colt**

I watch Sparky leave with her mother. She looks pretty happy about it. That's good. I don't have any loose feathers right now like I did with those other fillies who got off the train yesterday. Was that yesterday? Keeping track of time is hard. Anyway, I didn't have any presents to give her.

Some pony saw mom from a ways off and came over. They're chatting away about who-knows-what. That's as good a time as any to take a look around at things. She looks kind of familiar Hm~ maybe it will come to me later.

The town train station is pretty basic. There is a wooden passenger platform and another, larger platform with some beams with pulleys on them. I can guess those are for loading and unloading. I didn't see dad get mom’s cart down off the platform until after he was taking it away, and I did not see a ramp for somepony to just walk it up or down either. A ramp might be quicker if you're moving the entire cart on and off, but I can see the pulleys being safer if you know how to use them for boxes and such.

The wood is straight-grained, sanded, and smooth but not slippery or lacquered, and possibly stained lightly. It's hard to tell; the sun might have discolored the structure, but it's not easy to tell. Maybe it was freshly built? No, the wood is dry, but I don't see any warping or cracking. The boards are also tightly fitted, and I don't see any metal nails. Does that mean they use wood nails, pegs, or tenons? Ponies’ hooves don’t seem to scuff it either.

There are also some silo-type structures shaped almost like an upside-down bottle or one of mom’s... uh, mammaries... Why is my mouth really dry all of a sudden? That's~ not ideal.
Ha! You developed a complex.
Complex? Are you sure, Brain? I thought it was straight forward and uncomplex.
Sometimes~ I just *sigh* You know what? Nevermind.
Oh. Okay? See you around.

The silos are raised up off the ground, and I have no idea how somepony would fill them; but I can deduce that these are designed to load entire train cars at a time -probably, usually with grains. There are little slides at the bottom of the silos that look like they would extend and swivel towards certain ports on the train car to accept the town's exports.

That's it. That's all there is here. I guess it's not really a full train station. It's more like a small stop. Maybe a ticket booth will be added later?

I don't remember ever successfully using a block and tackle Before. I kind of want to see the country's naval fleet now. Do they use big row boats, sailing vessels with huge tarp-sheets and ropes everywhere, or are there some with magical propulsion? I wonder if they have developed dirigibles yet.

The breezes in Baltimare carried a clean salty smell. Right now, there is a warm and gentle breeze coming from the south which has a sweet smell on it -like desert sage or saffron.

There are a few places on the ground that look stained with a few colors -mostly yellows- that I would associate with pollens a few days after a good cleansing rain. I don't see all that many trees with flowers at the moment. I suppose that means we are in the summertime now? Also, do pollens exist which are not yellow? It kind of looks like it from the dried puddles. There are some blues and pinks swirled in places where runoff definitely flowed.

There are several fields in several directions growing flowers -wild and organized- but not all of the buds are opened. Their various waftings mix with the southern breeze and make quite the herbal bouquet to greet the travelers now departing the platform.

The town itself is east of the train platform and looks to be more sprawling than regularly organized with blocks or mostly straight streets like Baltimare; although, I can’t quite see much of its overall layout from mom's back here on the train platform.

The peaks and edges of many buildings have two or three separate thatchings. There is one type on the primary face of the roofs, another along the edges, and one at the peaks. The latter two are most noticeable because there are ropes braided through them in various lattices and patterns. Those sections would, I think, take the brunt of most weather; and it looks like they can be removed or replaced far more easily than the main portion of the roofs. None of the housing materials look aged or weathered, but they don't appear brand new either.

Every building also has gutters to collect from their roofs and drains to deposit water into receptacles. Many of the water storage looks camouflaged to match the houses like small sheds or additions abutting each structure; most of them appear to be raised off the ground and adjacent to chimney areas.

I wonder how heat is transferred to the water or does the water transfer to the heat? What kind of pipes do they use for the plumbing? And how do they filter fine particles like that pollen out of the water collection?

There is a glint of water far off in the distance. To the north -and a little east- a great mountain looms. From the bluing effect, a simple day's walk would not be enough to reach its base. Even though it is visibly separated from Ponyville by a good amount of space, its size is no less significant. It doesn't cast a shadow over the town, but its presence on the horizon is imposing.

Not many details of the city can be seen, but a number of gold or gold-trimmed 'onion domes' atop numerous towers glow softly in the sky. The quantity of those might indicate a vast population. I imagine they aren't reflecting sunlight as a safety feature: to prevent ponies in the air or on the ground from getting blinded and to prevent directed light from potentially sparking fires.

The gold... just like the gold on that Guard's armor. I wonder what her name was.

The glints come from glistening springs falling down the mountainside. The mountain itself must be made of something extremely robust -basalt or perhaps something stronger- given that the water should erode most types of rock; and an enormous city sits upon it without any worries of sliding.

Some mountains go from the northwest and seem to aim for the Canterhorn but peter out as they approach as though bowing to its greatness.

I can't see the entire springs' flow, but I think a portion of those waters comes from the City on the Mountain down here to Ponyville. Between here and there, I can see a gentle river approaching from the north through a small thicketed valley. I think it turns east and hides behind the town but reappears towards the south and disappears as it curls around the southwesterly edge of a forest. The town itself seems to carve out a crescent shape of the forest beyond from the northeast down and around to the southwest.

The waterway is a low point for the surrounding lands. The town proper is elevated above the stream and on a flat and packed space like they took the largest, widest hill in the whole area and just removed its crown -or most of its entire body- and the material was then used to backfill and the surrounding dales and level the spurs.

There are a lot of hills and hillocks as far as the eye can see right up to the edge of the various forests, bodies of water, or pony-built structures. Many of them are tilled and sprouting agriculture. Some look like it’'s their turn to lay fallow for the year, and some nearer to the town are manicured with short grasses. Farther out, grass fields get thicker and longer.

Their shapes range from short and gentle closer to the town to tall and robust as one moves away from the epicenter. How do ponies even walk up those steep ones? The show was not exaggerating or just filling space with their simple background patterns. When the land formed in this area, it must have looked like a tumultuous ocean of liquid stones.

There are trees scattered all around and on the sides of nearly every knoll, but there are a significant number of organized arbors. A large grouping is to the south and southwest -just nigh of that forest's farthest reaches. I cannot tell what kind of trees they are, but I do not think they are apples. There is a different grouping of trees away to the east, but town is blocking my sight of it.

Ponyville: one of the two places in this world I need to avoid the most, one of those two places I just so happened to end up, one of the two places where everything I do could undo everything I love.

Sh!t... I need some milk.

**Ponyville, Equestria**
**003 Summer CC**
**Pear Butter**

I tell Chiffon everything that happened in Baltimare while we walk over to Sugarcube Corner.

A few ponies see us and wave, "Pear Butter?"

“Afternoon, Cookie,”Blue Belle," I answer. Cookie Crumbles is the odd-mare-out in the Belle family, but she's a good mare. They're all good mares.

Chiffon says, "An honest-to-Celestia street foal. That's... I don’t even know." She opens the door to her bakery for me and the smells of the morning's delicacies escape and wash over us.

"Thank you," I say.

From my back, Silly parrots that, "Thank you."

As we enter the storefront, there are some ponies in the dining area. Chif has an, 'On Break,' sign at her checkout counter. Everypony sees us enter, but nopony seems in need of her to start working again right now while they enjoy their midday break.

Bakeries like the Sugarcube Corner generally do their baking early in the morning. Sales go on through the day while supplies last; everything's freshest around breakfast. Sometimes one of Chiffon's sisters comes in to help her, but she got the most baking talent from her sire than any of her sisters. They generally only need to help at the register or afternoon cleaning. That way she can get herself ready to wake up early and prepare all the product. It's as rough a schedule as we have on the farm with just a little regular help.

I set Silly down as we sit at one of the empty booths, "So, tell me: how you have been, Chif?"

She fiddles with her hooves a bit before answering, "Well... I saw Carrot yesterday..."
”

"Oh?" I inquire, "He has had his cutie mark for a little while now. Have you talked with him about-?"

Her cheeks flush a bit, but she shakes her head, "He's pretty shy. I don't want to pressure him any."

I quietly sigh, "You know there aren't many stallions in town, Chif."

Her ears fall back, "I know, I know. But every time I see him, I get all nervous. You should have seen him yesterday. He was delivering an order of vegetables and flour here, and he was so~ sweaty. I just... I -well- I kinda just froze and ended up staring."

I smirk, "Well, Ah'm sure he noticed that."

She continues, "His sister -the youngest sister- Golden Harvest, should be starting school soon. His other younger sister -but not the youngest- Carrot Top, is doing fine."

"The Rich colt, Filthy," she adds, "Should be of herding age soon, but I heard that his sire, Stinkin', arranged a lead for his son already: some out-of-town mare with connections through your dad's cousin, Pear Bristle, out east and that company he works for a branch of that Milky Whey’s family in Manehattan.”But she's still young yet. At least, that's what I heard from one of Stinkin's sisters, Swimming, when she came by the Corner a few weeks ago."

I think out loud, "The Wheys are out in Trottingham. Right?” They're a fairly well-off family.

Chiffon confirms, "I think so."

I stop a moment at something she said, 'vegetables and flour.'“"Hey, Chif?" I ask.

She tilt her head, "Hm?"

"How much notice would you need," I look around and get close for a whisper, "for a wedding cake?"

Her eyes widen, "C- c- ca-!"

I stop her with a hoof in her mouth, "Shh! Not so loud." She nods, and I remove my hoof.

Whispering back, she asks, "What do you mean?"

I answer, "Bright Mac knows Ah'm gonna ask'im. He already said, 'yes,' unofficial-like, but Ah'm gonna romance'im real proper later this week before Ah ask'im officially."

Chiffon starts to fan herself with her hoof, "Oh my, I wish I could be a fly on the wall or tree or wherever you plan that."

I chuckle a bit and wiggle my eyebrows, "There's gonna be a whole lot more than jus' romancin'. You know?"

Her cheeks go pink against her blue fur, and she shifts a little bit closer, "If -uh- if things don't go so well with Carrot, um~"

I bring her into a side-hug with our heads touching, "Of course, me and Mac would invite yeh into our herd. You've always supported us. Yer mah best friend 'sides Mac, and he likes yeh, too."

She melts into the hug, "Thank you, Pear. That means a lot."

"You should shoot yer shot with Carrot first, though."

She agrees, "I will."

"Tell me," I say, "How's yer family doin'?"

She starts, "Well, my sire is traveling with one of my moms. He's still teaching." Crème Fraiche is a trained chef, and he goes to different cooking schools as an interim professor for short terms or as a guest for demonstrations. "He gave a few lessons to Cookie Crumbles -you saw her earlier- and she's really taken to making deserts. You know, I talked with her the other day? She's been writing a stallion out in Vanhoover! Plays for the regional buckball team, stallions’ division."

I can't help but smile, "Does anypony actually watch the stallions’ league?" Aw, who am I kidding? There is barely any entertainment in this part of the country. Everypony would go watch a game if Ponyville were to host one just for something to do.

But Chiffon smiles, too, "Yes and no. The games are nowhere near as good, but the athletes are still all in great shape. Cookie’s 'coltfriend' is all but guaranteed to last a full minute. That's what she says, anyway. Can you imagine a stallion lasting that long? At least, I'd bet he knows how to get," she licks her lips, "all kinds of sweaty."

If she doesn't herd with Carrot and ends up with Bright Mac and I, then she is going to be in for the surprise of her life -like every Hearths' Warming Eve present all at once... Probably best I don’t talk about that right now. She's been pining after Carrot Cake for a while, anyway. It wouldn't be so fair to him if I diverted her attention before he had a chance to give her an answer.

"My dam," Chif continues, "is foaling again this year."

This gets my attention, "What?"

She nods and smiles with pride, "Sire put some dough in her oven this past Spring. They checked the other day. Twin fillies. And she finally going to get her dream of a local spa going soon. They’re building it now."

"A local spa?" I ask.

She replies, "Yup. Complete with a farrier and everything."

"When's that going to open?" I ask. Every farm pony needs to take good care of her hooves. I should get Daddy, Mac, and Silly in there, too... at separate times, of course.

Chiffon answers, "A couple of weeks, if things go as planned. I'll be short staffed when dam goes on mareternity leave, though, because my sisters will prioritize helping over there."

I reply, "Helping yer dam's important.

She changes the topic slightly, "Speaking of me getting ingredients set aside," I look at my friend, "You should talk with Ivory Scroll about when you'll need her."

"Ivory?" I ask, "She's still working as the poeli-ko at the Ponyville Harmony Shrine?"

Chif nods, "I'm pretty sure she'll adjust to whatever schedule you need, but I doubt your sire would be particularly thrilled if you have the ceremony in front of the whole town. You know?"

I sigh, "Yeah~ ye're right." She is right, but I'd rather not think about this right now. That's several steps down the road, and I have some more immediate issues. "Hey, Chif?" I ask. She looks at me. "Do you think you could foalsit this afternoon? Please?"

She blinks and looks around at her business. I can see she's thinking about the tasks she has remaining today. Finally, she comes to a conclusion, "I think I can. Lemon Blossom should be by in a little while to help close things. Why do you ask?"

I say, "Well, Ah need to stop by Ponyville General-"

"-What?"

"Ah ain't sick or hurt or nothin'," I answer, and she sighs in relief, "But Ah do got to get checked."

She raises an eyebrow, "Checked? For what?"

In a low voice, I reply, "Same thing yer dam got checked for last season," and I tap my belly with a hoof.

Her jaw drops, and she freezes for a moment. When her mind wakes back up, she shakes her head and then punched my shoulder playfully, "Get out! You ol' salty seapony, you. Okay. Okay! When you get back, I want you to tell me, and I'll start planning a shower, too."

I agree, "Ah definitely need you to bathe him, please. Mah sire can't smell Mac on him," as I begin to get up, "Okay, Chif. Silly should be..." I look around. Where is he? "Uh~" Uh-oh.

Chiffon gets up and heads to her kitchen, "I'll go check the back."

The front door opens, and Chiffon's sister, Lemon Blossom, walks in. She notices me immediately, "Pear Butter? When did you get back in town?"

"Hi, Lem. Today," I greet her quickly, "Uh, a colt didn't walk out the front door when you entered, did he?" Several ponies seem to be picking up on my slowly rising panic.

She considers that for a moment, "I don't think so. What did he look like?"

I say, "Green pegasus colt, black mane and tail-"

Chiffon returns from the kitchen, "-He's not in the back-"

Lemon says, "-Is that him?" She points at the checkout counter.

There he is, standing on his hind legs atop the counter, and wearing some... clothes? His forelegs have some baggy striped cloths on them, and they are holding up some similar items on his hind legs that are way too big for him. He's also wearing a pair of... unmentionables; its waistband is up around his withers, and all four of his legs and both his wings are through the two leg holes.

His wings are helping him balance on his hind legs while he sways to some song he just invented.

One of the mares in the bakery says to her herdmates, "I know what I want for my birthday," and they all nod in agreement.

Their stallion says, "Do they even make singlets like that?"

One of his mares answers, "You let us worry about that. You worry about learning how to wear it and dance on your hind legs like that, Lugnut."

Another mare asks, "How hard would it be to get some stallions to do that in here?"”

And another, "That. Please~ let that be a regular feature!”"

Chiffon finds her words, "My~!Ai~ I- I- I mean, ‘my sister's,’ socks!"

Lemon says to her sister, "Oh, no, Chiffon. Those are not mine. Those pink and blue stripes? You're not fooling anypony."

Chiffon corrects herself, "Yes, my dam’s.” I said, 'My dam's.'"

Lemon asks her sister, "And what would you be doing with dam's socks?"

Another mare points at Silly, "“Are those undergarments your dam’s, too?”"

"Hey," Chiffon says to the ponies in her shop, "I like to look pretty, too- I mean, ‘my dam,... likes to look pre- oh shush, Merigold, I know you have your own set.”" Everypony gets a good chuckle.

All of the thin... lacy things I got for Bright Mac... I'm going to have to lock them up. That colt...

I ask Chif, "You sure you still want to watch him?”"

She sighs, "“Yes.” It's good practice."

"Hey," I try to comfort her, "Ah don't fault yeh none. Ah think ye're pretty regardless.”"

She nuzzles me and plants a small kiss on my cheek. "Thank you."

I nod and tell Silly, "Silly." He looks at me, "Ah'll come back soon."

He smiles and says, "Thank you."

I nudge Chiffon, "There yeh go. Ah'll see yeh in a little while."

As I exit Sugarcube Corner, I hear Chiffon's sister ask her, "So, what all is going on?"

Author's Note

Edit: I thought I solved that ‘apostrophe’ error, but it still showed up. Hopefully, it’s done now.

Population of Misakegan Province includes: Canterlot, Foaledo, and Detrot. So, the M:F ratio of the whole province (approx 1:4) is not reflected in small towns like Ponyville (approx. 1:7). If the population of Ponyville at the start of the show is maybe 200 (at 1:7), then a generation or so prior would bring the stable population to about 120. Population fluctuates due to large numbers of mares seeking employment and stallions elsewhere -often to return, settle, and repeat the process. Charoite Stare would be one such mare; whereas, Chiffon Swirl is a more permanent or lifelong resident.

Potential Ponies in Ponyville:
Visitors: Charoite Star, Amethyst Star (Stars, cousins to the Berries)
Some of the Berry Family Members: Berry Punch, Berry Vine, Silver Berry, Berry Shine, Elder Berry (sire), Sweet Berry, Sour Berry, Berry Tarte, Cherry Berry, Cheerilee, Cherry Treats, Cherry Gold, Berry Bright, Raspberry Jam, Cranberry Muffins, Blueberry Baskets, Strawberry Surprise, Strawberry Sunrise
Some of Chiffon Swirl’s Family Members: Crème Fraiche (sire), Vera Blossom, Lemon Chiffon; Chiffon Swirl, Lemon Blossom, Aloe Vera, Lotus Blossom
Some of the Cookie / Belle Family Members: Cookie Crumbles, Hondo Flanks (Vanhoover, Buckball Team), Blue Belle, Dinner Belle, Shells Belle, Sugar Belle, Rarity Belle, Sweetie Belle
Some of the Carrot Family Members: Carrot Cake, Golden Harvest, Carrot Top, Carrot Bottom, Deep Carrot, Yellow Carrot, Blue Carrot, Spring Carrot, Summer Carrot, Cool Carrot, Tight Carrot, Carrot Bread, Carrot Casserole, Steamed Carrot (sire), Carrot Sticks, Thick Carrot
Rich Family Members: Stinkin’' Rich (sire); Filthy Rich, Really Rich, Rich E. Rich, Mighty Rich, Sneaky Rich, Covert Rich, Swimming Rich, Solid Rich, Swindlin’' Rich, Shady Rich
Ponies Specifically from the Comics: Lugnut, Cheeseburger, Cherry Gold, Apple Crisp, Aqua Vine, Blazing Saddle, Buck Withers, Postmaster Buckeye
(https://mlp.fandom.com/wiki/List_of_comic_ponies]actually, there is a very long list...)
Stallions from S02E17 during the song, “The Perfect Stallion”: Mr. Waddle, Dance Fever, Hughbert Jellius, Hay Fever, Persnickety, Bushel, Dr. Hooves, Crescent Moon, “Sick stallion,” “clown stallion,” “three horseshoe pony with marefriend,” short, tall, clean, smelly, ‘the good ones who are taken,’ Big Macintosh. (I cannot find the names to some of them.)
Some Pear Family Members (not necessarily in Ponyville at this time): Grand Pear (sire), Pear Butter, Duchesse Pear, Bonny Pear, White Pear, Dear Pear, Bartlett Pear, Green Anjou, Red Anjou, D’Anjou, Red Bartlett, Star Crimson, Seckel, Forelle Pear, Concord Pear, Comice Pear, Pear Jam, Pear Tarte, Pear Willy, Spiced Pear, Poached Pear, Pear Pudding, Pear Crisp, Ginger Pear, Candied Pear, Pear Cake, Pear Nuts, Pear Stone, Pear Sauce, Pear Cocktail, Pear Juice, Pear Shaped, Dessert Pear

https://www.deviantart.com/underwoodart/art/Canterlot-Map-Final-Labelled-Valiant-826139086]Another possible layout for the capitol.

Poeli-ko is the Equish term for 'shrine maiden.' They also officiate weddings and funerals. Mr. Waddle has a male function for the institution in Ponyville as well.