Flari
Blind Run was contemplating the scenery a bit, it was not very close to the arts that there at that festival, but something bothered her in the paintings, especially one facing the zebra, it was as if she had already contemplated that before. - Its … Very Crazy … - She said a little low, but audible, she heard herself say that she had to leave, but she wanted to stay for a moment to watch the drawings. It was not long, she noticed the other two who were there, for some reason asked: “You have a mere impression that these drawings are …” She did not know how to say, seemed to seek words for that.
Cider Silvesti looked at the paintings reflecting what made him come to this … for him paintings are not so different from songs are ideas, moments, feelings, everything that leads to this creation … continues Observing by analyzing every single detail of each painting, from which came this, millions of possibilities pass in his mind, giving up defining where those paintings came from … then he continues his path, listening to what the strange pegasus speaks, I turn and “Strangers, perhaps directed at some of us, sometimes it seems in art, perhaps mere coincidence or a reality … you just define what you think, what it is to you? * I turn and continue walking through the gallery, observing and reflecting, seeking perhaps an inspiration in other works.
Stone Free Watch your surroundings. The pictures fascinated him … he paused for a second to contemplate some of the pictures. The artists who painted them were really skilled … He fixed his gaze on the crystalline sculpture that lay in the room. “Huh, how strange …” He notices that he was alone in the room after a while … “Eh, good art is supposed to give people that kind of feeling.” He notices that his cutie mark was exposed. “Damn … I can not let anyone see, they can make a mess and frankly, I do not want to be kicked out of another city …” he quickly covers his cutie mark with his wings, trying to make it look natural at least.
Blind Run nodded at the oncoming lander and lingered a moment longer watching the pictures. With a slight impulse, she swung her wings and flew slowly through the festival, perhaps a little disinterested, since art was never her forte and perhaps never would be. “I’ll go home soon,” she murmured in an understanding manner as her vision was filled with sculptures and pictures, her interest never been turned to any artistic attraction other than the one she saw recently, perhaps she had some connection As Terrestre said, but apparently it was just a drawing that deserved more attention for everyone. A little thoughtful, she decided to go back and approach the man who spread the arts. - Excuse me … Where did you get some creativity for the Art…? She asked with a calm and faint smile.
The pony that annouced the arts was a somewhat tall colt of yellowish fur and a very long beard, he smiled at the mare and then just came forward with a pensive expression.
Cider Silvesti Without stopping the music, I look at the night sky. * “How is this possible?” * He looked at the city without understanding the reason for being abandoned … could not understand how it arrived That quick night, what had happened … winking and seeing everything back to normal, stopped the music, maybe that’s just your mind fooling you … but that would still give you a beautiful creation, keep walking Thinking about a song that could create, still thinking about how real it was, without stopping to create his next song, reflecting on both at the same time, as if one completes the other, his not understanding the situation would yield a future creation, To be shown during this trip … so it goes its way, testing and creating its music. *
Blind Run just nodded, took the note, and looked at the address. She even smiled, she climbed to the skies and took some distance, did not know what she would do at that moment, but of course, she preferred to take speed to enjoy something she had done once, leave her trail while flying towards the train station . – Well, let’s go. She smiled during that.
Stone Free Contemplate whether to visit the author of the work. “The worst that could happen is someone killing him and I have even more people thinking I’m a serial killer … Meh, screw it up.” Stone spreads his wings and goes to Blind Run. He points to the address of the ticket and tilts his head to the side, meaning. “Hey, where does he live?”
The artistic festival of Baltmare was one of the greatest festivals of all Equestria involving ponies of all places, of all classes and all the Equestria and surely it was one of the most beautiful festivals that Could see in that region of the continent. It was a heap of artists from every corner, with all the styles he could imagine. Musicians, singers, painters, sculptors. All in a gigantic outdoor display where all the ponies could go, enjoy, buy and support Equestrian art. It really was a very lively festival in every way. And in the middle of all this, in a humble gallery of an artist somewhat unknown, no one had ever heard of him … The same was not there to present the paintings … But they were paintings that generated discomfort both by Familiarity as much as for the strangeness that they generated at the same time … They all saw a swarm of black spots and a zebra surrounded in light … next to a painting with shadows like flames and fire and tears of the sun falling on the ground … The other was just an eclipse … All the pictures were … familiar even though no pony had ever seen them.
“Here!” There was a gray earth pony with a cute mark of a flute. A pegasus, which, though it was almost adult age, and the gray coat, did not have a cute mark and another bluish pegasus Had a cute mark on the “death” letter, as well as a few ponies who also passed by watching the place … But that gallery was particularly …. empty, which contradicted the festivities outside. The place had a velvety white carpet and in the center lay a crystal so pure carved in the image of the tree of harmony … but as if it were sad … Anyway it was a strange sight … they brought feelings Strangers to the three ponies … who soon found themselves alone there. Since the others had already retired.
“Here!” There was a gray earth pony with a cute mark of a flute. A pegasus, which, though it was almost adult age, and the gray coat, did not have a cute mark and another bluish pegasus Had a cute mark on the “death” letter, as well as a few ponies who also passed by watching the place … But that gallery was particularly …. empty, which contradicted the festivities outside. The place had a velvety white carpet and in the center lay a crystal so pure carved in the image of the tree of harmony … but as if it were sad … Anyway it was a strange sight … they brought feelings Strangers to the three ponies … who soon found themselves alone there. Since the others had already retired.
Blind Run was contemplating the scenery a bit, it was not very close to the arts that there at that festival, but something bothered her in the paintings, especially one facing the zebra, it was as if she had already contemplated that before. - Its … Very Crazy … - She said a little low, but audible, she heard herself say that she had to leave, but she wanted to stay for a moment to watch the drawings. It was not long, she noticed the other two who were there, for some reason asked: “You have a mere impression that these drawings are …” She did not know how to say, seemed to seek words for that.
Cider Silvesti looked at the paintings reflecting what made him come to this … for him paintings are not so different from songs are ideas, moments, feelings, everything that leads to this creation … continues Observing by analyzing every single detail of each painting, from which came this, millions of possibilities pass in his mind, giving up defining where those paintings came from … then he continues his path, listening to what the strange pegasus speaks, I turn and “Strangers, perhaps directed at some of us, sometimes it seems in art, perhaps mere coincidence or a reality … you just define what you think, what it is to you? * I turn and continue walking through the gallery, observing and reflecting, seeking perhaps an inspiration in other works.
Stone Free Watch your surroundings. The pictures fascinated him … he paused for a second to contemplate some of the pictures. The artists who painted them were really skilled … He fixed his gaze on the crystalline sculpture that lay in the room. “Huh, how strange …” He notices that he was alone in the room after a while … “Eh, good art is supposed to give people that kind of feeling.” He notices that his cutie mark was exposed. “Damn … I can not let anyone see, they can make a mess and frankly, I do not want to be kicked out of another city …” he quickly covers his cutie mark with his wings, trying to make it look natural at least.
Blind Run nodded at the oncoming lander and lingered a moment longer watching the pictures. With a slight impulse, she swung her wings and flew slowly through the festival, perhaps a little disinterested, since art was never her forte and perhaps never would be. “I’ll go home soon,” she murmured in an understanding manner as her vision was filled with sculptures and pictures, her interest never been turned to any artistic attraction other than the one she saw recently, perhaps she had some connection As Terrestre said, but apparently it was just a drawing that deserved more attention for everyone. A little thoughtful, she decided to go back and approach the man who spread the arts. - Excuse me … Where did you get some creativity for the Art…? She asked with a calm and faint smile.
The pony that annouced the arts was a somewhat tall colt of yellowish fur and a very long beard, he smiled at the mare and then just came forward with a pensive expression.
- Well … I only divulge the arts these works are not mine but a friend of mine … he lives near Canterlot … Ponyville I think, he moved But it’s strange really, he has a mark in accounting, one of the best I should say … Every year he made taxes for me * he laughed a little * - but some time ago he started to have These ideas … And dreams and wanted to represent them. And he started to paint … He asked me to show them here at the festival * I kept walking * - but for some reason these pieces do not have buyers ever … Or supporters … not for less … They are good Parts of the technical standard but … there is always something baffling in them. - Said the Discloser.
Stone Free nods to the Discloser and thinks, “Yes, I can see that …” He approaches the crystal tree to see it better. “It’s not every day I do something so well done up close and do not break it nor am I arrested for ‘attempted robbery’ … Stone smiles in appreciation.
Blind Run takes a deep breath, observing the arts, especially that of Zebra that so bothered her, turned her attention to the yellow pony with a long beard and asked: - Said the Author lives in Ponyville right .. .? What house exactly? I was interested in meeting him … “She said with a faint smile on her face, closing her eyes, she looked even contented. - well … I do not know exactly, he prefers to keep things a little secret, you know? * Walked to a table farther away and picked up a letter with an address * - here is his address if you really need all this … * sigh * - but know that he is going through a difficult phase … It will be very difficult to talk to him, understand? If you come, tell him Mini Horn sent a hello and that im worried. * Smiled and then began to return to the tasks he had to publicize the works * - Finished the Discloser
“I think it’s time to go back to my daily life.” * thought Cider Silvesti, continuing his pilgramege. * “It was a great stop.” * This time I will follow the river to the west, more specifically to Smokey Mountain … where on the way I would make a stop for Ponyville and follow my journey. * “Another day.” * Before leaving the city, I take my bagpipe, and I start playing while I leave town (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bq54jb_5WCI). * “It’s going to be a long trip.” * I keep walking calmly playing music, always following the river, Without losing sight of it. *
«!» When Cider Silvesti leaves the gallery he notices something strange in the sky … For a second everything seemed to be night and the whole city was abandoned … even in the middle of the day and the sun shining with all the His glory in the skies of the world … For that second it was as if a terror and a nightmare passed through him at the same time … but soon, everything happened. As if it were the result of his imagination. But, at that moment, everything had seemed real …
Cider Silvesti Without stopping the music, I look at the night sky. * “How is this possible?” * He looked at the city without understanding the reason for being abandoned … could not understand how it arrived That quick night, what had happened … winking and seeing everything back to normal, stopped the music, maybe that’s just your mind fooling you … but that would still give you a beautiful creation, keep walking Thinking about a song that could create, still thinking about how real it was, without stopping to create his next song, reflecting on both at the same time, as if one completes the other, his not understanding the situation would yield a future creation, To be shown during this trip … so it goes its way, testing and creating its music. *
Blind Run just nodded, took the note, and looked at the address. She even smiled, she climbed to the skies and took some distance, did not know what she would do at that moment, but of course, she preferred to take speed to enjoy something she had done once, leave her trail while flying towards the train station . – Well, let’s go. She smiled during that.
Stone Free Contemplate whether to visit the author of the work. “The worst that could happen is someone killing him and I have even more people thinking I’m a serial killer … Meh, screw it up.” Stone spreads his wings and goes to Blind Run. He points to the address of the ticket and tilts his head to the side, meaning. “Hey, where does he live?”
- Follow me if you want to know. She said that as she chuckled, it was a bit childlike, but she just flew in an attempt to reach a high speed and land on the train station, perhaps leaving the pegasus behind. - Said Blind Run
The newly-discovered trio of ponies followed separate paths to Ponyville, the city of the Princess of Friendship, separate paths that eventually led to the same place. The pegasus followed to the train while the land pony walked, at some other time the pegasus would arrive well before the terrestrial pony, but there were problems in the tracks later, to what it seemed a monster had attacked the crossroads in which the rails divided and destroyed A good part of the railroad … Canterlot’s soldiers arrived in time to stop him, but according to some people the monster had disappeared as mysteriously as it had appeared. Strange things had definitely begun to happen by all means.
The time had passed, and when the trio finally arrived at Ponyville, it found a very friendly little town, not too large but it had grown enough since a princess had settled there. The sky was clear and cloudsdale floated around it, moving slowly through the skies as ever. Further north it was possible to see Canterlot in the cluttered distance on the mountain where the two sisters now lived, and to the southwest they saw the Everfree forest bordering the small town.
“Strangely enough, the trio who had seen the art gallery was again there at the entrance to Ponyville. If it were not for the delay of the trains both Blind Run and Stone Free would have arrived well before. But now, when they saw each other again, they were sure something was happening. Something strange and enveloping them.
Stone Free semed very unsettled about the coincidence again, and started making some signs about it.
Blind Run looked strangely at the pegasus and without answering she trotted off to the address received. “Uh …” She seemed to care even about the coincidences, but she was curious where the author of the sketches had drawn such a rather compelling creativity for her and the others. - Heh … This is not my type … But … Curiosity consumes me … - She murmured and laughed as she smiled.
Cider Silvesti looked at the two he had found in the gallery. * “What are they doing here? It’s none of my business anyway.” * I follow my path, letting them do whatever they want , I pass by the city watching the stores, if I see some newspaper I take a look … then I return to my way to Smokey Mountain, when leaving the city, I speak a stop in the next forests to touch before following, I take my harp and I start playing in the forest lull.
Stone Free Stop for half a second to listen to Cider’s music. “Not bad, lower pony slave race.” He thought, joking.
As they went to the painter’s house they saw several figures living happily and in harmony, it was as if harmony shone in that place, love, brotherhood, maternal and paternal love, love in every conceivable way, Through the streets of Ponyville until they found a somewhat abandoned house. Or at least it seemed … After the princess’s castle next to a river of flowing water there was this house. The windows were closed and the garden had died.
There were some party balloons floating now almost without gas and almost on the floor near the door. But there was no more evidence that someone had lived there …. Cider Silvesti went with the “companions” to the house and then went on to the mountains of mist …. As the pegasus knocked on the door … One A red unicorn answered, a young unicorn, but he might as well have been run over by a piano uncontrolled by the face he was doing. - yes? What do you want … If it’s pinkie, I already said that I want to be alone … - said the unicorn.
Stone Free Looked at him, confused. “Who?” Stone looked at Blind and nodded at the unicorn. “Just explain to him … I’m functionally DUMB.” He thinks and tries to converse with body language.
- Did I ever tell you that I do not understand what you want to do? She laughed, staring at the pegasus beside him, making strange gestures. She sighed and showed the card that had his address. - We came here because of your paintings sir, in fact Mini Horn sent a “Hi”. Blind Run smiled as she tried to find some way to make the air more lively.
- ahhh …. Enter … between, * looked around and opened the door slowly leaving the place open to a messy house full of old books and photos. There were paintings and more paintings similar to those on the walls, but these seemed to be new * - please … friends of Horn are my friends …. - Said the misterious unicorn, still very carefull and unsettling attitude.
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- ahhh …. Enter … between, * looked around and opened the door slowly leaving the place open to a messy house full of old books and photos. There were paintings and more paintings similar to those on the walls, but these seemed to be new * - please … friends of Horn are my friends …. - Said the misterious unicorn, still very carefull and unsettling attitude.
