Watercolour

It was a day until the Summer Sun Celebration, and since last year was ruined by the return of Nightmare Moon, the celebration is being held in Ponyville- again.

The train, that was heading to Ponyville, was not as packed as one would have thought. Truth was that there was only one carriage.

By the window, sat a musky turquoise pegasus. She had cream pink hair with a white stripe and it was put up in a milkmaid braid style. Her eyes were a deep sea blue. Her wings were not like ordinary pegasus wings, they usually have one colour, whereas, she had pink tips and edges. Her hooves and left ear were pink as well. Her tail spread across the seat but still kept it's silky glow. Her cutiemark was a paintbrush and pencil doing swirls. She was an artist. And a pretty good as well.

Her name was Watercolour. The name of her favourite painting style.

She was on her way to Ponyville, to get inspiration and to draw or paint the celebration.

She would love to paint Celestia's silhouette against the sun as she flew up to raise it. With the oranges and yellows and golds it would be perfect. And the green field background. Marvellous.

But, that's not the only reason Watercolour was heading there.

She used to live Cloudsdale before setting up a shop in Canterlot.

She owned a little art and crafts shop as well as a gallery. She loved seeing the little fillies and colts buying paints and clay.

But unfortunately, she had to stop and close. You see her brother was a drunk and drug mess. No matter how many times he said he would quit, he would just carry on. He ran out of money to buy his alcohol and drugs. So he asked Watercolour, but she refused, hoping he would quit. He didn't. He went to gang, a bad gang- like the Mafia- and borrowed money. He never had a job so he couldn't pay back. So he was murdered. But the gang knew Watercolour and demanded money. She said no. But they kept harassing her. She went to Celestia but nothing worked. Each and everyday it got worse. Instead of threats, they set fire to her shop, threw rocks at the windows. The fillies and colts were to scared to come in. So she eventually closed. Packing her faithful art box and pad, a scarf from her mother, a locket from her farther, a pouch of bits and a couple of apples. And she went to start a new life.

What she didn't know was that a member of the gang saw her boarding the train to Ponyville.

She fell asleep on the the window sill as the sun began to set.

"Miss. Excuse me. Miss."

A green earth pony, working on the train, prodded Watercolour on the arm.

*yawn*"Huh?!"

"Miss, the train has entered Ponyville station."

"Oh no!" She quickly grabbed her saddled bags and trotted to the exit.

"Thank you!" She waved.

The pony blushed. Not everypony he helped said thank you. Especially, the pretty ones.

Watercolour fluttered to the Center of Ponyville. She gazed in amazement.

Ribbons and bunting hung off the houses. Flowers organized in colour order. Market stalls out. The sight was amazing. What was better was the smell. Freshly baked goods, fresh fruit, flowers. She loved it. She couldn't wait to live here. The houses looked so cute and traditional. Unlike the ones in Canterlot.

She was about to walk forwards when a pink pony with wild pink hair bounced in front of her.

"Umm, excuse me but I-" Colour started.

"Hey, are you a new pony? Of course your a new pony because I've never seen you around here and this means a welcome party! Oooo, I love parties do you you of course you do everypony loves parties especially me because its my talent. What's your talent? Wait! I almost forgot. Hehehe! My name is Pinkie Pie! What's yours!"

"Um, Watercolour."

"Wow! That is such a pretty name!"

"Thank you." Colour smiled.

"Is it okay I call you Colour? Everypony I know have nicknames."

"Yea sure. It was my nickname in Canterlot."

"Your from Canterlot?"

"Yes."

"I've got a friend from Canterlot. Come on!"

"Okay, Pinkie."

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Oh hello Pinkie!" Greeted a lavender unicorn.

"Hey Twi! Meet my new friend Watercolour! She's from Canterlot!"

"Hey!" Colour smiled sheepishly. She never got this much attention.

"Hello, I'm Twilight Sparkle. This is my home and the Ponyville Library."

"Wow! You live in a library!"

"Pretty fun! I've read every book here three times!"

"Woah! The only thing I read was an instruction sheet on how to put a table together." She giggled.

"So Watercolour,"

"Call me Colour."

"So Colour. Are you on holiday or staying?"

"Definitely staying. I never want to go to Canterlot again!"

"Why not?"

"Long story." She muttered.

"Since your staying would you like to meet our other friends?" Twilight asked.

"Oh yes please, Twilight?"

"Yep that's my name."

She closed the door.

"Sooooo, what is your talent?" Pinkie questioned.

"Huh? Oh, I'm a artist."

"Cool!"

"It's amazing how many pegasi aren't into flying."

Colour tilted her head.

"Our friend Fluttershy prefers the ground than sky."

"I do like flying, I just love art!"

The three mares approached a small cottage next to a dark wood.

"What is that?" Colour pointed a hoof at the forest.

"That's the Everfree Forest."

"Looks spooky."

"It is spooky. Oh hey! It's Fluttershy! FLUTTERSHY!" Pinkie yelled.

"Oh hey girls." The cream coloured pegasus fluttered up. Her face was covered by her rosey Pinkie hair.

"Fluttershy, this is Watercolour. Watercolour, this is Fluttershy." Twilight introduced.

"Hi!"

"Umm, hello."

"You have a very sweet name."

"Oh thank you." Fluttershy smiled. "You have very nice hair. Um, girls. I've got to give Rarity her sewing set back."

"We'll come too."

Knock. Knock.

"Oh good afternoon girls. Oh Fluttershy, you have my sewing set. Thank you." A white unicorn mare with indigo hair answered the door.

"I also see we have a new friend. Hello dear, I'm Rarity."

"I'm Watercolour."

"Oh my! Your hair! It's fabulous!"

"Thanks."

"I should consider using milkmaid braid style."

"This place looks beautiful!" Colour stared at the building.

"This is Carousel Boutique. Where every garment is chic, unique and manifique!"

"Wow!"

"Well darlings, as much as i would love to chat, I've got to go to the market."