Day 1: Draw a Pony Keeping Still/Draw a Pony Holding Tight

Thyme turns off the burner underneath a large flask, the liquid inside immediately starting to change from a deep brown to a lighter golden color. She'd need to let this cool for several hours before she could add the next ingredients. Her stomach gives a light rumble, and she glances up at the clock. Noon, she'd have to go out to get some lunch soon. But first she'd need to deal with a customer, if the sound of the bell in the front room of the shop was any indication. Or she supposed it could be Jazz coming to bring her some food, though they hadn't planned anything like that. Not that that would stop her from doing so anyway. Thyme turns and wheels out of the back room, catching sight of the older pony as she goes over to the counter. "Hello. How can I help you today?"

"See? I told you the owner would be here..." Golden said, motioning towards the voice. She then moved towards the counter to wait.

"Yeah... I knew that..." Spring mumbled, moving to the counter as well. She unbelted one of her saddlebags, and lifted it to the counter. The two waited for Ironfire to appear to the store front, Golden leaning to the counter, and Spring making sure she had everything for the order. Once Iron did appear, and he introduced himself, Spring springed into discussion, and began to talk "Hello Mister Fire. I'm Spring Flower. And this here is Golden Gear. We are here to get Golden here suited up. You do customized armor, right? I hope you do, because i forgot to ask about that beforehand..." Golden remained quiet, as she didn't know what they were there to get exactly. She just knew it was an armor set of somekind for her.

Crimson arrived to the Canterlot. It was noon, and the streets very busy with ponies running around, taking care of their daily chores. Before entering the crowded market square, Crimson slipped to an alleyway, where he put up a proper disguise. His form changed, warping into an old, light blue stallion, with almost no mane left, a messy looking grey-ish tail, and a grey beard. After all traces of his old form were gone, Crimson headed back into the street, and to the crowd of ponies there.

Crimson had his destination set. As he was about to turn a corner, another pony, from the looks of them a guard of some sort, ran into him. Crimson was knocked down, but he managed to keep his focus to keep up the disguise. The other pony offered to help him, but Crimson shrugged the help of, told them that he was fine and continued on. "Stupid, young ones..." Crimson muttered to himself, once he was far away from the crash site. After walking past few streets, Crimson arrived to the store he was looking for. He looked inside, before walking inside The Alembic. A bell above the door jingled as Crimson entered. The old looking pony glanced around the store, hoping to spot the owner of the Alembic