Chapter 4 - Roleplay and Rainbows
Another night had rolled in, the smooth sway of the tired trees creaked and splintered in softest groans upon silken night air. The fading twilight called its last as the fading sun slid beneath the hills to find its rest. Twinkling of the stars gave...
Chapter 3 - The Perfect Picnic
A new morning would break over the Northern hills, spilling into the dusty streets of Ponyville. Tweeting of the early birds rung out as they zipped from tree to tree, a cool breeze dancing over the new dew on the grass blades that swung in rhythm with...