Life of Art

After a long day of napping, he slowly woke up and continued his trot towards the road leading into Ponyville; he was hauling a few things from his workshop in Canterlot. He continued his slow and joyful trot over the mound and saw the town of Ponyville. Although he never met any of the ponies, he w could probably guess who they were: Lilac, Golden Harvest, Carrot Top, Rose Luck, Lyra, Bon Bon and few others to mention.

He even saw a few fillies in capes trying to juggle while on a traipse wire. For some reason, it seemed that most of the ponies were, taller. As he walked into town passing over the bridge, he felt the sense of being looked down upon: the sense of being judge, tested, and watched, as if his was on thin ice. Arthur used most of his time working, not even considering what he looked like with a few shaves and a trim of his facial hair. He always seemed to be focused on his work, what was on his canvas and what surrounded him. As he continued his trotting and sightseeing, taking in the new surrounding. He saw a small yellow pony fall in front of him. He quickly unstrapped the harness and checked on the little filly.

“Are you alright?!” The pony shook her head, looked up, “I’m fine, thanks for asking,” Applebloom said. “What’s your name?” Arthur asked as he sat in front of her. He extended his hoof out and started the convesation, ”My name is Arthur, what’s yours?”

She answered as she cleaned her cape, ”Appleblooom, my names Appleblooom." “Applebloom huh, nice name, it’s also a pleasure to meet you.” As she was about to reply, her friends the Cutie Mark Crusaders came running up. “Are you alright AppleBloom,” Sweetie Bell asked, “Yeah you went way high up, higher then I care to imagine,” Scootaloo added. “I’m alright, thanks Arthur.” She joined up with Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo. As they trotted off, "take care now," he shouted as they disappeared into Everfree Forest.

As the group faded away Arthur placed his harness back on and continued trotting to Ponyville. He saw a purple mare with pink and purple highlights, looking around; it was Twilight Sparkle and her purple dragon Spike. From what Celestia told him, they weren’t that hard to find. He set his eyes on her, he didn’t know what to think, she was gorgeous to him. With his hearth throbbing with each step he took closer and closer. His heart paced up taking each step towards her. It felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He slowly trotted over to them and before he could get a word in she turned, “Hello. You must be Arthur.”

He heart felt was about to explode at the mention of his name. Confusion, being perplexed, love and bliss took over. He hesitated on whether or not to extend his hoof out.  He merely replied, “How do you know, ah....my name?” She chuckled at his notion, “Celestia told me that you were coming.She told me to look for a yellow colt with a bright red vest...seems the description was spot on." As Spike rummaged through what looked like a grocery bag, she continued her statement. "Celestia said you’d have a letter to give me?” He was confused for a bit. He shook it off and looked all over in his satchel. A few moments later, he found the letter Celestia snuck into his bag: he picked it up and handed it to her. She used her magic to remove it from his hoof and unfolded it. She mumbled to herself as she was reading it, rolled it up, “Well then. I guess you’ll be staying with me and Spike until your home is finished getting remodeled.”

Arthur merely smiled, “Thank you. I do appreciate it. I can’t thank you enough. I’m sure you might have done it for every other pony, not even to a perfect stranger such as I, Ms. Twilight.” She just rolled her eyes and smiled, “It’s not even that, I help out any pony that I can." As she started her trot, " and please call me Twilight.” He chuckled, “Alright, Twilight, could you take me to your place, I am a bit tired.” She nodded and lead the way as Arthur and Spike followed. He couldn’t believe he was not only in Ponyville, but the fact that the world was much bigger. He was just alone, and excited being outside the castle walls. As he trotted next to her, she then asked him, “Celestia tells me you trotted all the way from Canterlot to here, that sounds like a difficult trip?” He simply replied, “Twilight, things become difficult when you make them, besides I always liked the outback, very calm, and, and its somehow…soothing.”

Twilight and Arthur continued exchanging conversation, then Pinkie Pie bursted out of his wagon, “So you must be the new pony in town!!” “Meep!!” Arthur squeaked as he jumped out of his harness and nearly landed on Twilight, even though she caught him with her magic. She drifted him to the side and plopped him on the ground. “Pinkie?! Where did you come from?!” “I came from the wagon ya silly filly.”

As she came out of his wagon, he just sat there perplexed and awestruck as thoughts ran through his head ‘was she as random as ponies made her? Could she really be wherever she wants at any time? Was she really in my wagon this whole time?’ As he sat there staring off into space, playing one thousand and one questions with himself. He watched Pinkie Pie and Twilight’s lips move, after a few lip movements, all Arthur saw was Pinkie’s eyes getting big and she vanished in a puff of smoke. Twilight trotted over, trying to talk to him out of his stare, waving her hoof in front of his face, trying to get Arthur’s attention. After that, all he saw was her lips moving and didn’t hear a thing. Next thing Arthur felt was something cold and wet knocking him out of his stare. Twilight stood there levitating an empty bucket, “Are you alright?!” He shook his head, “Yeah… I’m good, who…who was that and what happened?”

As she helped him up, “That was Pinkie Pie she has a habit of being…well Pinkie. Anyways, she knows every pony in town and wants to know any new pony. She asked me if she could throw you a party? And after reading some of the letters from Celestia mentioning you, I figured you wouldn’t mind if she throw’s a party for you so every new pony gets to know you. Its something that she does, she even did it with me when I first arrived to Ponyville....anyways, how about we get you back to the library and get you dried up?” He simply looked around, dazed and confused he replied, “I’d like that a whole lot,” rubbing his head feeling a headache come on.

As they arrived to her house, he was astounded at how big the tree was. As she opened the door, he was even more astounded at the size of the foyer and the collection of books she had. Twilight then showed him to the study where he would be staying. The room was small, had a window overlooking the town, a few book shelves within it and a writing station. She showed him around the library, introduced Arthur to Owloysius and Spike properly. He then asked, “when will lunch be served? I don't mean to impose, but I’ve had a long trot from Canterlot.” Spike overheard his request, “already on it.“

Arthur chuckled, “thanks Spike. You don’t know how badly I needed it. Also," as did his best to not get the floor wet, "if you don’t mind Twilight, I’d like to retire to the study to dry off for a quick nap.” “No problem here’s the towel.” She trotted to her desk, levitated him a towel and began to start writing a letter to Celestia that he arrived safe and sound. Arthur went into the study and closed the door behind him.

As he passed a mirror he never looked in the mirror much or gave much thought on what I looked like. As he dried himself off in front of the mirror with the towel, he looked up and realized a few things about himself: he was small, as if he was the size of a foal. He had a mustache and a trimmed Grizzly Adams like beard, short messy brown hair to match his mane. He saw the small bed. He sighed with relief as he slowly crawled inside it, rustling under the covers. He took off his red vest, draped it over the bed post, and quickly fell to a deep sleep.