Sleepyhead;
A groggy bloodshot eye peeked out from under a large sheet made of cotton, "It's too early..", Sleepyhead mumbled in attempt to untangle herself from the bed sheets to no avail. Clumsily, the mare toppled to the floor with a loud thud, causing a few birds that were scavenging around outside to flutter away. With a huff, she brought herself to her hooves and fumbled about.
Once she prepared herself for the day (Which took an exceedingly long time), she nudged open her small chest, which she kept her earnings. "24 bits..", she sighed, puffing out her lips. She hadn't been in Morganchester but for a couple of days, so of course she wasn't getting any business. Maybe if she made a few fliers and put them up around town? She didn't know. She was always used to Thunderbolt making her things for her, since he was better at it than she. Once again, she pouted, as well as flicked her tail in anticipation. If she didn't get her business up and running, she'd have to move again to somewhere cheaper. Without hesitation, she made up her mind; To make the fliers and have them up by evening.
She cut and glued, decorated and folded, but even with all of her hard work, the fliers were still sloppy. But! They were eye catching; Covered in sequins and glitter. "Sleepyhead's Home Visits", they all read, each in a slightly different way. She was always bad at coming up with names, so why not name it the obvious? She wasn't wealthy enough to buy her own salon, so she took her things with her.
With a satisfying nod, she gathered up all of her fliers and tucked them into a small bag, followed by slipping her head into the strap and letting it slip down onto her shoulder. "Time for business!", she said, rather loudly to herself, then trotted out of her cottage.
Once she reached the innards of the town, she flattened her ears shyly. She'd never imagined that the town was a city. It was no surprise; She had been too nervous to leave the cottage, so she didn't really know what it was like. Thunderbolt had bought the cottage for her with his earnings from training, since he got paid nicely. Hence, why she didn't want to leave. There were ponies all over the place, some flying, some trotting about, and some selling things. She smiled at each one she made eye contact with, in hopes that she didn't make herself seem awkward. With extreme carefulness, she tacked the messy fliers to the sides of shops and light posts, as well as windows.
{{Long post is long lol ._.'
**Also, I'm pretty sure the currency they use is called bits.}}
