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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 11:27 am
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With his head held high, Starshine made his way along the streets. He may have faltered in his steps a moment upon a familiar shock of green and red accompanying a cart of assorted, brightly coloured produce. Fruits that were in terrible disarray and, if he knew the pony that owned that wagon, that just wouldn't do. It may also have provided him with an opening to sidle on up to them with a smile.
"Getting a late start, huh, Cherry? Your wagon isn't even organized by colour yet," he teased lightly, leaning into them to nudge their shoulder with his before turning his gaze toward the other pony accompanying them. "At least you have help."
He held out a hoof to the unicorn before him, offering up his best smile as he tossed his hair over his shoulder. "I don't believe we've met. My name's Starshine."
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 11:27 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 11:29 am
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Knowing she had a lot to move and set up, Prism Dust left home around dawn to reach the market grounds early. It seems that she wasn't the only one who had the same idea, looking around at the few ponies that have their shops set up or are practicing... or even... performing already. This brings a smile to her face as she walks by with her cart, looking over wares on display as she passes; reminding herself that she wanted to check those glass figures whenever she gets the chance. She also couldn't help but wonder if Royal was already around or not, but figures that her friend will eventually find her if she was.
She makes her way a little further, a little closer to the edge of the market grounds. Not that she didn't want to be amidst all the other vendors and performers, but mostly for the fact that her stall was rather big. Reaching a good location, the pegasus did notice another stall a bit further out from her own seemingly with pins of some kind on display. This made her a little curious, it wasn't a large stall so it didn't seem like it needed a lot of room. Perhaps that was another stall she needed to visit once she has the free time. Until then, she works on unhitching her cart and pulling out her wares so she could set up.
Like she had thought, it took Prism quite some time to get everything set up like she wanted it. To one side were large barrels of a wide variety of bath salts, each with their own sign that describe their scent plus what ever special effect they may do; all arranged in color order to appear like a rainbow. On the other, an equally wide variety of barrels full of colored sand set up in the same manner. There were displays with, both, small bottles and bigger jars to fill on both sides; though the side with the sand only had the bottles in convenient locations around the display. The last thing she was setting up was putting scoops inside each barrel of bath salt, and funnels on the craft table where ponies will pour the sand into the bottles. When everything was to her liking, Prism steps back from her stall to gaze over the appearance, making sure nothing was off from the aesthetic she was trying to make; as well as, make sure she didn't miss anything. Other than that, she was open and ready for anyone to come her way. "This will be so much fun, I can't wait! I hope Royal is around to check this out." She squeals, hooves dancing in place.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 11:48 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 8:02 pm
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Eyes scanning the entire area, curious to see what might be there to be had, Miss Bullseye peered into the crowd to try and find what might be the best stand. Even though many of the vendors were just beginning to set up, there were already ponies amassed all over the place, she had to give them credit. Early bird gets the worm so they say, but darn if it didn't make things a little bit harder for her as she twisted through the crowds. Nearly every foot or so she stopped up short, letting ponies pass her by with a nod of her fiery red head, glancing between the strands of her bangs to see if there was another way to go. Where she lived was so quiet compared to these festivals, but her fire performances certainly didn't draw a crowd in quiet places.
Eyes drawn to a little cart with baskets of rocks that she was close to, the orange pony glanced to make sure she had a clear path and scooted over there quickly, pulling Gypsum out of the pouch about her neck so that they could see what rocks were to be found. "Did you want a new friend?" Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke to the little shining rock in her hoof that had been her constant friend. They'd been wanting a new friend after all. Holding him a little closer to the baskets, a voice made the orange earth pony nearly leap from her skin, or rather her name did.
Who knew her well enough to address her so well? Was that... no that wasn't Royal's voice. Twisting on the spot, she peered once more past her bangs at a that looked like water come to life. "Oh I, um..." Did she dare impose upon another? Of course she'd been told that there would be someone helping them this year at the festival and while she was glad to see it, she didn't want to make the poor mare just some sort of gofer. But... her mouth and throat were extremely dry and while she'd gotten distracted by rocks, like she easily did all the time, Miss Bullseye still had her eye on some juice or water. "If... only if, it's no problem. Is there somewhere you've seen that might have some juice or water? The last performance left me dried up." A hesitant smile crossed her face and she used that to discreetly tuck Gypsum back into the pouch she wore.
This little mare looked every bit the water that she was fire in element and appearance at least, but she seemed nice all the same.
sheepcakes Cuz she saw dem pet rocks << >>
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