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They nodded and stashed the money, and Applebloom and Sweetie Belle set off into the market. Once they were out of sight, Oval bounced in place, looking around again. She beamed and her tail swished. “Key, I’m not gonna lie, I might be just the littlest, tiniest bit more excited than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”
 
“Great!” he chuckled, after a pause. Whenever he caught the eye of passerby, he looked at the ground or the sky.
 
Oval frowned. “Oh, you pick now to be shy? Come on!” She jumped behind him and pushed him towards the market. His hooves dragged and he whimpered all the way there, but he started moving.
 
Oval marvelled at the variety of stalls and the density of clientele, and Key watched the floor carefully, trying to distract himself from the crowd by working out how the bridge held itself together. The limited space on the bridge provided room for four rows of stalls, one along each edge, and two back-to-back down the middle, while still providing ample walking room. The bridge looked much smaller from the sky, though Key was starting to suspect that his sense of scale may need some tuning. The smells of exotic things wafted through the chill air, drawing Oval along. Spices, confections, alcohol, perfumes. Some merchants shouted about the freshness or rarity of their wares. Some had large security personnel by their stall, inevitably selling something expensive. Key reluctantly looked up every few seconds to make sure he wasn’t losing her in the crowd. Every now and then she stopped suddenly to check something out in more detail. Key would bump into her, and she wouldn’t notice. He’d chance a look around, briefly becoming fascinated by something he’d never seen before, but looking away as soon as he saw the merchant look his way.
 
I did more postcards in the summer and never got around to uploading the art! Also please read my story Broken Sky it’s cool I swear