![]() We may accept art in the wrong folder, it's up to the staff. Submit your art where you think it belongs best. Nothing Illegal.ĭon't submit art if Spike is just in the background, please. Obviously don't submit anything that violates DA's ToS and Submission Policy. Her mind was too busy to rest.Įverypony is free to join, provided that they follow the rules, of course. There, a small, orange pegasus filly curled herself up on the bench, eyes closed. The single passenger car was completely empty, except for a single seat in the far back corner. One of which was the 9:00 from Seaddle, arriving every Monday, when required and on this particular Monday, it was. Because of this, the lone set of tracks would remain quiet for days, or occasionally, weeks at a time.īut the odd train still ran through the town, bringing supplies, letters, packages, and passengers. They never needed any outside assistance. Ponyville was one of the most self-sustaining cities in the country. With an Apple orchard on the outskirts of town, a highly flexible weather service, and a diverse economic landscape. While its population was about average for an Equestrian city, tourism and trade were very rare. The train station in Ponyville wasn't as large or prominent as it was in other towns. Sibling Rivalry: Chapter Eleven - Scootaloo He saw some movement on the road coming from Ponyville, not far from where he was. He looked at the empty pathway before him, waiting for the pony that instructed him to met with him there. Looking back at the area around him, he could see Ponyville in one direction and the fence that bordered Sweet Apple Acres to the other. He smiled as he took a deep breath of the air and smiled, he could tell it was going to be a good day. The warm light bounced around in the shade, touching a few parts of the ground, including on the dragon’s body. ![]() He looked up to see the wind playing with the branches above him, causing them to move and allow some of the bright sunlight to pierce through into the shade. The sound was pleasing to the small dragon that waited below as he sat with his back to the large tree. Written By Closer-To-The-Sun (Joseph Noblit)Ī gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the canopy of branches.
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