Most days in Phonyland were very lovely, even in seasons where they had no right to be. It was never too rainy, it did not snow heavily, and it was never too hot. Starlight had just assumed they had some interesting weather-controlling inside of the park itself, either by magic or by technology. She hoped they would fiddle with whatever power they were using, because it was a little too warm for her tastes, though she had never been the most resilient of phonies. Her admittedly rather pathetic garden was looking a fair bit more lamentable than normal, as well. At least the field flowers were doing well.
Starlight was heading back from market, a sun hat perched on her head and a basket held aloft by a gentle blue magic, eyes turned towards the landscape of the areas outside of Phony City. She loved the hills and valleys of the gently rolling landscape leading to the forest- especially the hills. They made nice places to watch the stars from. In her warm-dazed state she almost missed a flicker of something in the grass. Her trot slowly crept down to a full stop, eyes narrowing against the sunlight to see what it was in the field. It was flickering and moving and looked suspiciously like Sugar Delight’s first oven after she had taken a nap mid-bake. She couldn’t see exactly the size of it, it was just beyond a crest of one of the hills, but Starlight had dealt with enough fires to know how to deal with them.
The mare had dropped her basket without thinking about it, simply snatching up the baking powder without a word and ran at a full gallop towards the flicker of fire. At the crest of the hill she magically threw the baking powder, her eyes having registered far too late that there was a phony standing there, not a wild fire. Starlight blinked owlishly, out of breath and with a hair full of twigs and broken grass.
