Author's Note

Ms. Daphne Greengras's POV

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Going Out; Exploring: 5

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This is weird, but what the hay.

I had already forgot all about the headset, I had been given; I am wearing it, which makes it all the more weird. Or, is it just odd?

Maybe I would not have forgotten it, if the fit had just been slightly worse? I can’t quite feel it, and I would barely have a chance to see it in the mirror. Which definitely is weird. Why can’t I even see it in the mirror?

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I thought I had seen the entire Cottage; but I have time, to see that part later. (it is after all my home, none will stop me, when I want to explore my own home.)

For now, I want to see the village, where my home is. My cottage is in Twilight Town, so I am bound to see more, than just the one cottage I live in. Well; Twilight’s home is in the village, as is the Town Hall.

I trot over to the door to the cloaking room (with my sister in tow), lifting up my right fore hoof to the plaque (just like Twilight had explained/demonstrated to us, earlier.); as I am pressing the frog of the hoof onto the plaque, the door eagerly slides up before me and I step out of our living room; only for the door to quietly slide shut behind my sister as she had cleared the threshold.

“That is weird..” my sister intones; “can we ever get used to it?” she inquires.

“Not sure..” I respond; “but, I guess we’ll just cross the bridge; when we get to it!” I suggest.

Since I already wear my clothes, even despite being a Pony; I turn to look for the shoes, finding a set of shoes fitting my hooves. (My sister finds her set of shoes, next to mine.)

I slip my shoes on, while my sister is mirroring my action; before I am turning towards the door out; repeating the process of opening the door. Once the door is open, I step out with my sister in tow; only for the door to slide shut behind her, just as she had cleared the threshold.

“These doors certainly are easy to open..” my sister observes.

Once outside, we can see the front of our yard; there is also the few of the Town Hall, of course.

“Peonies..” I exclaim.

“so beautiful!” my sister fills in, I just nod in agreement.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as we are trotting down the path towards the street.

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We have already seen the Town Hall..” I supply; “so we should be focusing on the village of Twilight town itself, first!” I suggest.

“While we may have to go back to the Town Hall, in order to go home..” she responds; “but we have an entire Village, to explore; before we consider that!” she confirms.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as we continue to trot down the street.

I choose to take the road leading away from Town Hall, following the street out of town. Cottage by cottage, we count the gardens along the street. Outwardly, all the cottages are identical; unless you look at the small details, like the colours and names on the post box. Each cottage has a luscious lawn with an alley of frisky Peonies lining the path laid with stone tiles, leading up to the porch on the front.

“Twilight Sparkle, Rarity Filigree, Pinkie Pie, Applejack Apple, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy Flutters, Derpy Whooves and Docktor Whooves”; I read on the mail boxes observing the matching colours on their respective mail boxes. “Ditzy Doo and Dinkie Doo” (Oups; are Derpy and Dinkie related to Daring Doo?) is read on another mail box. (I’m taking the liberty of completing these names with somewhat Fan-On names, to make these names comply with the expected naming convention standard here.)

Of course, I can’t help but recognizing some names, like Twilight Sparkle, of course. Just as her coat of fur is alight, Lavender Purple hue, her mail box is the exact same hue. (What a Shock!)

Every two or three cottages, and there is an intersection leading up to a crossroad. Maybe, just maybe; this village is not quite as small; as I had initially been picturing it, considering just how many cottages I can see, just following this one street. Adding to that, all the homes available, with this pattern of streets; this village is starting to look fairly large to me and my sister. (Maybe this is just our Wizardly nature speaking, considering how we rarely gather in larger communities.)

“All the unnamed mail boxes seems to indicate empty lots, just waiting for a new Pony to move in!” my younger sister: Astoria suggests.

“Twilight did mention that she has a surplus of cottages available; for new Citizens to move in, at a moment’s notice!” I concur.

“Yes, I guess: that is what she meant!” she agrees.

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The street just continues for a good long while, on and on; but then it is clear, there are no more intersections. The street still persists further and further. The street ends quite abruptly; with just the table top of a desk I could have done my homework on, just in a grossly monstrous size.

Beyond the end of the street, one can see the end of this world. The village is a Panorama. (Only, it had been crafted with such immense clarity, by someone with an eye for detail not of this World!)

“We can tell No One about this!” I point out; “Yes, we can as well keep quiet about this; if Twilight does not know, she probably don’t want us to tell her, either!” I suggest.

“If she wants to know, she can trot over here, any day she so pleases; and see this, for herself!” I conclude, matter closed.

With that, we turn around as one; trotting back towards the Center of town.

“We still do have several interesting objects to explore, along the street of the Town Hall!” Astoria suggests.

In the end, we trot home; after an adventure, shared.

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Going Out; Exploring

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