Movement, a shift against the blanket above as her fur brushed into the soft wool; only preceeded by a displeased, gutteral groan.

She stretched her right hindleg, only to feel a tension, at which she snaps it back under her stomach. "Ouuuh." She groans, rolling up onto all fours, blearily opening her eyes with a soft whimper. "Morning already...?"

A loud buzz of her alarm proved her statement true, making her smack her desk twice with her left hoof before finally smushing the button on top of the Celestia-forsaken device. She then slid forward, catching her front half with her hooves and folding her back legs up to drop them after her thighs left the edge, tumbling each step forward towards her sunlit dresser.

Her horn flitters alight, illuminating her image in the glass, a black snout with purple fur running over her head. She flicks her neck seeing the image of herself, swinging aside her thick red and blue striped mane aside as her telekinesis bumbles down into the top drawer, slinking out a silver necklace and clipping it on.

She smiles then as she sees it dangle from her neck, brushing her short mane before pulling away and looking to the calendar hung beneath her magic clock, synced to the sun's orbit.

"Mmmhm," she hums, blinking and paying it no mind. "April twelfth, okay.." she says dearily, only a day or two until— "Twelffth." She slips through her teeth, slurring it out as she blinks again In realization, her brows raising. "The Twelfth!"

The following stumble towards the door did not hinder her proper, instead it only proves to hasten her escape from the room, magic snapping a badge and a scroll from her nightstand, nearly knocking it over as it rocked from the sudden slamming of its cabinets, she trotted down the hall and took a third item into her magic; a steaming hot cup of coffee. "Thank you dad, love you! I'm off to Canterlot!" She squeals.

"Don't get yourself hurt, alright?" He sternly throws back, letting a smile bite out from his lips, throwing open the door for her with his powder blue magic from across the apartment as he cooked.

She shoves herself out, "i'm a guard now! I'll be fine!" She nearly yells back, gently kicking the door shut with her right hind leg before trotting along the carpeted floor.

Raising her head up high, she smiled softly as she stepped into the elevator with soft metallic taps. Focusing on the button, her magic pushes it inwards with little energy, allowing her to weave the badge onto the necklace's thin chain.

A soft ding rings from the sliding doors as the elevator stops at the fifth floor. She shimmies to the side, her long tail curling around her own hindleg as three pegasi trot in and tap for the third level.

It's a silent trip down, not a word spoken between the group and herself, but quiet mumbles between the ponies she doesn't quite hear enough to make out. That's okay, not her business anyway.

She managed to get through that and the elevator hisses open at the ground floor, sweet air rushing in as she gallops out, floating a set of keys from her bag to the stallion at the counter. "Bye!" She gleefully said as she stepped backwards.

"Careful Pergrin, you know the rules." He replies, busy as ever back there, a line of three all flicking their heads over to see what, or rather
who, has distracted him.

She snorts, flicking her tail as she spins around. "Won't matter anymore!" She says, pushing the glass doors open to the busy streets, a yellow painted cart breezing past.

He simply shook his head as she bolted through the street to the other side, not caring for the marked path only three yards to her right. Not many did, really; just the fillies and colts at the corners going to school. She waves at them as she turns away, drawing a few friendly smiles back from the small groups.

"Where would it be..." She mutters, unwinding the top third of the scroll and mumbling the lines, "...Dogdays Avenue? Psh, alright. Gotta get through the hoof traffic." She says with a glance up, seeing the dozens on her side of the street alone, she decides to slip through the center park, trotting on the paved cobblestone and packed dirt..feels right.

She stopped just before the walkway, wrenching her head up to see what was ahead, seeing very little ponies, she smirked and hopped onto the smoother stone, hopping through the street to the other side and slipping between buildings to a smaller side street. "Jiffy still hates alleys, she'd chew me out for that one if she were here." She snickers to herself, sitting down with a thwump.

Incredulously, she looks around after a minute or so of waiting. "Do....I just wait? It doesn't say when they'll get here, exactly..."

Her eyes wander along the clean streets. At the pony wearing a top hat walk past, at the shiny silver lamp pole to her left, and finally moments later; a white furred pony in gilded armor.

Though a show of wealth, everypony with an inkling of knowledge at craftsponship knows that the gold is merely a sheet over finely crafted steel. She smiles, not just at their advance, but at the random thought. Seems she studied a bit too much recently.

He coughs into the cannon of his left leg as he stops, raising his eyes to her. "You are Pergrin Fable, correct?"

"One and only, Sir." She stands straight as her tail brushes against the walkway into the grass.

He nods, keeping a leveled gaze at her before turning. "We have a chariot ready, do you have the scroll for your admittance signed and rolled?"

"Of course!" She quickly replies to the stallion, unnerved by his unmoving features, eyes flicking over the armor as they step. "Ah, I do have one question, Sir."

"Captain will do, Ms. Fable." He responds.

She tilts her head to the left for just a second before snapping from the second of confusion. "M, Captain. Will I be getting armor?"

"Not quite. You will be receiving a harness, which does have plating mostly for the back and chest." His hoof steps fall evenly as he walks, each one exactly set after the last, akin to the rhythm of a drum.

She almost does the same unconciously. "Oh. Okay, good." She hums against her tongue, feeling her flat teeth. Tail twitching idly as her mind races on about Canterlot, approaching the edge of the city.

"The chariot will be slow," the guard informs as he shakes his wings. "But you will be on time, no later. As requested by the Princess."

"Oh th-the Princess?" She stares at him as they round to a short chariot she catches two pegasi guards, mysteriously also with white fur, pulling the harnesses up onto their backs and clicking each-other's straps together around their wings.

He tips his nose down in response, "she expects the best out of us, and we provide. Guard's honor, recruit."

"Guard's honor." She repeats with a small smile creeping onto her face, stepping up onto the carriage with shaky legs. She breathes out, "it's stable ground, stable ground..." She continues to repeat as she sits, as far forward as she can physically get against the curved plate.

The pegasi tug forward, shaking the vehicle just before it slides along the pavement, pulling up as they flap their wings, magic seeping through the treated leather and under her. She takes one last deep breath, one she might hold until she's atop the mountain...

Author's Note

Hello everyone! I'm sort-of new to this style of writing, and i've been lurking for a good long while. While you won't get an 'english isn't my first language' out of me, I hope you enjoy my style and vision!
I appreciate serious criticism, if you'll provide it. I'll likely update month by month, but occasionally it might take far less or a little more. I do have a concrete storyline up until Season 6, the task is simply writing it out.