Desert Rose
Desert Rose had checked her whole new house out. She smiled and trotted out of her house, closing the door. As she trotted around the village, looking around, she noticed an apple cart nearby and she trotted over, seeing they were handing out fliers. She trotted up to the two ponies there and sniffed the apples and the rest of the apple food. "Mmm, these smell delicious," she said, looking at the older pony. "And the apples especially look very well and delicious," she complimented once more. She then turned to the younger pony who was holding the fliers. "May I ask, what is that about?" she asked, pointing a hoof at the fliers.
Nimble Bolt
Nimble Bolt trotted out of her small cottage and trotted over to Artsy Avenue. She was wondering what the street held and she saw all kinds of ponies about, one with an apple stand, handing out fliers, a hat shop and a baker's shop. She trotted over to the baker shop where it seemed two ponies had gathered. The one seemed to own the shop. She trotted over and grinned. "Hey!" she called as she got closer. "What's going on here?" she asked, flapping her wings and floated in the air there, lazily flapping her wings to stay in the air. She noticed one of the ponies had horns like that of a moose. She glanced closely at the pony and mentally shrugged. Who cared? She wasn't one to judge.