Post by François Laffont on Feb 29, 2016 8:06:34 GMT -6
Franck the pony looked at himself in the mirror to make sure he was looking alright. The royal blue pony seemed not to have a single horsehair misplaced from his purple mane. Why purple though? People should stop thinking gay loved purple. Still, it was a very manly shade a purple. And he didn’t even care about the rainbow he had as a mark. If the world decided it was what he needed to show them first, he’ll deal with it.
He didn’t have much time to think about it anyway. He meant to meet with another member of Equestria, someone who’d take him under her wing and show him the ropes of his future career. He didn't want to be late. He simply had to make a move of his head and the mane set itself in place in a swoosh. He could go now.
Along the way, Franck did meet with some other ponies, unicorns and pegasi. Not having the time much to speak to any of them, he still took the time to greet them all along the way while not stopping in his track. That is, until he had no other choice but to stop in his tracks. Some ponies were there, in the middle of the road. He trotted his way to them. Franck didn't want to look too happy about this but he saw it as an opportunity to meet new ponies, interact with them and, who knows, maybe help them. “Is something wrong?” he asked, his eyes just pleading to be of some assistance.