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A Ponyville Lunar Festival

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Ivory Star:
Ivory Star sighed quietly, smiling softly to herself as she sat and gazed lazily across the smooth horizon overlooking the outskirts of Ponyville. With a silvery-blue hoof placed gingerly above her golden eyes, the Noctral peered silently in thought at the setting Sun, dipping lower and lower beneath the unbroken skyline, like a vast weight sinking slowly into the Earth itself. As its glorious light began to disappear from view, a subtle blanket of ebony crept steadily, purposefully across the sky. For a few, breathtaking moments, the two forces of light and dark seemed to meld seamlessly together, painting the sky brilliant, vivid hues of orange, red, and violet, growing dimmer yet more profound as the Sun's rays receded from view. One by one, tiny little stars, now unhindered by the Sun's overwhelming light, peered timidly into view above their ebony canopy, twinkling faintly amongst their growing number of brothers and sisters. For a moment, everything was perfect... Serene... Beautiful... A moment truly worth all the inspiration the world had to offer, and more. And to know that no matter who you are, or where you are on this world, all you had to do was look up at the sky... And for that brief moment, you could be connected to any infinite number of ponies also looking up at the sky. It could be your neighbor... It could be somepony across town, in another city, or even halfway across the world... A truly, truly magical moment.

The tranquil twilight came and went nearly as quick as it had started, leaving Ivory in a state of wonder as she simply stared at where the sun had once been, its last fringes of light casting a luminous glow upon the rising, full moon. In just a few more minutes, the incandescent moon would sit itself high in the sky, casting its protective, silvery glow across the land. It was time... The Noctral finally stood up, stretching her leathery wings and yawned softly before taking a quick glance over her shoulder as she adjusted her mane and tail. There was a faint light in the distance from the camp she had set up for tonight's performance earlier that day, and the unmistakable sound of ponies playing and talking were quite clear to Ivory's keen ears. There must be at least over a dozen, not including the musicians, she thought to herself... Perhaps the advertisements she had been posting around town earlier in the week were finally catching curious eyes. The trouble with putting on a late-night performance lied simply in the fact that most ponies enjoyed their beauty rest and couldn't be bothered to stay up and watch, which would be completely understandable. The simple prospect of the matter, however, still tugged at Ivory's frustration. Ponykind created a holiday to hail Princess Celestia and the Sun, namely the Summer Sun Celebration, and ponies would travel far and wide to attend such a grand festival. Why couldn't there be a night to honor Princess Luna and her Moon? Surely the Princess of the Night deserved some special recognition... Right?

Ivory shook her head with a bit of a gruff, now trotting over the hilly meadows to make her way towards the camp. Regardless of the number of guests in attendence, she was absolutely positive that her impromptu festival would be a huge success and could even attract more ponies for the next one. Perhaps even Princess Luna herself would make an appearance! Just the mere thought brought a warm smile to Ivory... But for now, a simple, humble meadow and a few curious ponies would do...

As Ivory approached her destination, she was surprised to discover that somepony, or perhaps a group of ponies had taken the liberty to spruce up the camp while she was out. A few personal mats and wooden stalls had been set up for various baked goods with small lights strung up between their posts. A definite improvement from just sitting on the ground around a small campfire, but Ivory still couldn't help but wonder: why... Before long, she had found out that the improvements were suggested by a former shop owner who had attended her last performance and wanted to see it grow into something more... Free food, free drinks, games for the younger ponies, musicians collaborating with one another as they strolled or flew around the camp. With about twenty guests that she could see, this was shaping up to be more of a proper festival than she had first thought. For now, Ivory still had some time before her performance, so she set her sights on meandering with the other ponies, keeping an eye out for friends along the way.

Kindle Wick:
Kindle stored her cart in the shed behind the house she was renting after having organized the candles it held into boxes in her room. The night was a pleasant temperature and the sky was putting on a wonderful display of colors, so she decided to take an evening stroll. Her black cat, Coal, padded behind her silently through the Ponyville streets. Together, they wandered up and down the streets until they reached the edge of town. By that time, the sky had darkened to a velvety black, dotted with shimmering stars. They seemed closer to Kindle out here in the country than they had back in Canterlot. Without any large buildings blocking her view of the stars, Kindle felt as if she could reach out and touch one with her hoof.

As Kindle looked over the nighttime landscape, she caught sight of a different kind of glow. Somepony had started a campfire just a bit away. Kindle hadn't sat around an outdoor fire in ages, and she loved to watch the flames flicker in the wind. The evening was getting chillier now that the sun had gone down, so she might as well see if she could share in the warmth. Besides, it would be good to meet some more ponies from town. As Kindle made her way over, still trailed by Coal, she realized the fire was part of something larger than just a casual gathering. Given the collection of carts and ponies, there seemed to be some kind of festival going on.

PepperSpray:
It was a while after the events of Pepper coming to town, so Pepper decided after the events of the day to wind down by investigatign what was going on.  The scent of eppers of course, meandering along with him, like a constant not bad smelling, but spicy companion.  He had taken time to groom himself earlier int he day it seemed.  Travel dust from the road was cleaned, leaving his orange and black coat silky soft and even more fluffy than usual and since he had had to learn his lesson about gender considerations, wore his mane long and over his left eye, his tail swishing eagerly as he saw many ponies gathering for this festival.

As he looked around, he saw a pony he had seen in the square selling candles...He'd meandered away with marked before he could say Hello, so he decided now was a good as time as any! "Hello! I saw..your cart in the square, earlier today." He said with a smile. "I didn't get a chance to say Hello, that was rude of me, I'm a bit of a new vendor int he area as well.." He said in a gush of over-eager puppy like enthusiasm to meet a new person. Ugh, Dammit Pepper.

Kindle Wick:
As Kindle stood at the edge of the meadow, trying to figure out what was being celebrated, an orange pony approached her. She vaguely recognized the pony, and the spicy scent reminded her that she had seen the same pony selling peppers in the market square earlier that day. Coal, who had figured out that strangers sometimes gave treats to adorable cats, immediately approached the newcomer.

"Hi, I'm Kindle," she replied to the pony's enthusiastic greeting. "So, since you're new here too, I don't suppose you know what this festival is for? I've been trying to figure it out." Kindle had one more question that she was hesitant to ask, for fear of offending the other pony, but selling candles to new ponies all day had forced her to set aside some of her shyness. "I don't mean to be rude, but are you a mare or a stallion?" Kindle asked. The pony was taller than most mares, but Kindle knew both tall mares and short stallions (her twin brother, Striker, was only slightly taller than most mares), so height wasn't a great way to determine gender. The pony's mane and coat were a bit feminine, but given his (or her, if she was wrong) overall build, Kindle would have guessed the pony was a stallion. She just didn't want to risk more confusion and possibly offending the friendly pony even more if she didn't ask straight away.

A. Capella Schwambart:
Is this really the place?  Ivory had said maybe a dozen or so ponies usually show up.  And it's a small thing.  She said nothing about carts and stalls.  Just musicians, a little bit of food shared.  Geez, his cookies would probably be a flop, based on the presentation of some of the stall foods.  He had to carry them over in his bag, emptying out most of his art supplies to make room for them and a small blanket to sit on.

Or at least that's how he compares them with the few pieces he can actually see, squinting closely and drawing odd looks from some of the other ponies around.  Or he assumes they're looking oddly at him.  It's kind of hard to tell.  He had eventually managed to find an optometrist, but he'll have to pick the lenses up in the morning.  The repair, even magical, of something as delicate as a lens takes a certain amount of precision if they want to make it fit to its old design, and the curve of them is rather important to the proper refracting of the light.  He understands it, of course.  It doesn't make it any easier to see while he's waiting for them to get fixed, though.

After a bit more time of wandering and asking, he does manage to find out that yes, this is the right place and yes, if he kept looking at ponies that closely there was probably going to be a lawsuit.  Oh well.  No matter.  He sets his blanket up a bit away from the majority of the setup, not really comfortable being around so many ponies when he couldn't even see.  Heck, he would have just stayed home if he hadn't already told Ivory he'd be coming.  Would this be any better, though?  Yeah, sorry I won't actually be able to see what's happening, just 'cause you thought I might enjoy it and stuff, but I'm clumsy and they got smashed while I was helping a Potato themed super hero track down a thief.  This will go over so well.

Eh.  Maybe he could get a little bit more work done on a commission while he's here.  He only got rid of *most* of his art supplies to make room for the cookies and blanket, not all of them.
He has his pencils out before he realizes his mistake.  His poor eyesight, combined with the relatively low light out here, makes this a rather difficult proposition to get off the ground.  3 lines on the paper, and he can't see any of them.  Well.  What a fine evening this is shaping up to be, he thinks.  Can't see the main event, a hard time even talking to anypony without giving them glares of death...at least his cookies are good.  He raises one to his mouth and gives it a munch.  Well.  Pretty good, anyway.  He'd used a bit much sugar for his taste, but maybe everypony else wouldn't mind so much.

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