Post by Mal on Jul 8, 2014 12:07:11 GMT -5
Writers Block calmly blows on his hot tea to cool it. "Oh, so Canterlot is doing well I see... especially under the princesses rule."
New Wave sat quietly in the middle of a courtyard in Canterlot, staring into the fountain as though it held some unfathomable meaning that could only be discerned by staring into its watery depths. Hmm...
Sunset Glow seemed to be looking at yet another day in which she had little else to do. While she did manage to make a few new dresses early in the morning, she was woefully uninspired to continue. So what else was there but to wander and see what the rest of Canterlot was up to? It had been a while since she'd kept up with recent news, nevermind the goings-on in Equestria as a whole. Sunset picked a random path through the marble streets of the grand city, catching small snippets of news but never stopping in her path until she reached a square. There were.. few ponies here. One of which she was sure she recognized by the fountain. Sunset drew herself up and casually seated herself at one of the benches, but didn't bother to be the first pony to speak.
Writers Block sat up straight and stretched his wings making a crackling sound. "AHH..." Writer turned and looked behind himself and smiled. "Excuse me..." He said to the mare at the fountain. "You wouldn't happen to know where the nearest boutique is?" Folds his wings in.
New Wave's ears twitched at the sound of a voice behind her, but it was several long seconds later that she finally turned around. At first her expression was still pensive, but then it broke into a semi-sarcastic smile. "Take your pick, traveler," she replied. Obviously the brightly hued pegasus was not from around here to be asking a question like that. She lifted one forehoof to gesture vaguely to the line of shops behind her. "There are three on that stretch of pavement alone. All the would-be designers in town like their visibility, after all." Her tail flicked as she stood up from the bench and stretched her legs a bit. She'd been sitting there for a while. Streeeeeetch.
Sunset Glow immediately turned about when she heard the sound of someone's stretch, her face echoing her disgust. What an offensive noise to make out in public. The noblemare lifted her nose a little, and almost deigned not to answer the question until she spoke. The comment rankled Sunset a little, but naturally she didn't show it as she shifted in her seat to face the duo. "Like you could measure up to even would-be designers, blank flank." Sunset smiled sweetly.
Writers Block stands up and places the the paper down on the table and walks over toward the two mares. "My, my please, ladies." Holds his wing out with a business card tucked into the feathers for the brown mare to take and one in his right wing to the orange mare.. on it is reads 'Writers Block Realty "We'll help you get the right house on the right block"' "I'm just looking to get fitted for a suit for a party."
New Wave looked plain bored when the sound of Sunset's voice rang unwelcomely into the conversation. Hoo boy. She maintained the look of utter indifference except for a perfectly practiced quirked brow of judgment, which was then directed toward the garish orange pony. "And I suppose you'd know anything about design with a colour scheme like that?" she shot back, undaunted. If it was physical insults the other wanted to lob, Wave was more than happy to play. All at once, her expression shifted to something far more friendly as she glanced back to the pegasus. Taking the card in her magic, she then gestured dismissively toward Sunset. "If that's all you want, you're probably looking for a mainstream designer like her. I only deal in the avant garde."
Sunset Glow gave the pegasus a subtle lift of her brow as he aimed to intervene. The mare pursed her lips and slid out of her seat, if just to take a few steps closer. She tugged the card meant for her out of his wings with her soft pink magic to read it, if just to show that Wave's comment wasn't worth her interest. Although the mention of avant garde drew her focus back to the earthy mare. Sunset quirked a brow and released a short cough of sarcastic laughter. "Avant garde? Oh I only wish you were kidding! Do you even look at your own designs? It's like you throw together whatever you find lying about in the streets!" Sunset snorted and turned back to the realtor. "I only make clothing for mares, however I can certainly introduce you to somepony who makes elegant suits."
Writers Block gave a quick nod to both mares and cleared his throat. "Well, Avant Garde seems interesting." He said looking at the brown mare. "But I'm afraid most designers that do avant garde are too...." Thinks for a bit and says, "...much. If it were a more conservative look I would go with that." Then he turned his gaze to the orange pony. "I would like to hear of this designer."
New Wave rolled her shoulders as if to shrug as the male indeed opted for the boring style. There were a thousand designers who did that kind of shit, and Wave wasn't going to be one of them. Toward Sunset Wave could only laugh right back- finding genuine amusement. "But, you have seen my designs? I guess that must make me more interesting than you... because I wouldn't have a clue what any of yours look like." With a sweet smile mirroring the one Sunset had approached with, the tawny mare then turned to trot away. "If you'll excuse me." And off she went.
Sunset Glow almost seemed to smirk when Writers Block spoke his opinion on the avant garde style. She put a hoof to her chest in mock surprise. "So you agree then! Wonderful." She replied and glanced towards wave with her eyebrows raised and lips tilted in a small, casual smile; a look that gave the appearance of a friendly listener, but was full of attitude. Determined to get the last word in, Sunset flipped her mane. "Only in magazines on fashion disasters." She added lightly before turning her full attention onto Writers Block as Wave made her exit. "I'll be glad to show you to his shop. He'll be able to make you an excellent tuxedo that will fit your shape."
Writers Block gives a brief smile and nods. "Thank you...miss...um...I never got either of your names...." He looks at the brown pony and back to the orange one. "Well, ahem, I never said avant garde was bad. It has its place, in fact one of my clients, that's all he looks for in a house."
New Wave had already vanished up the street, oblivious to the reparations of the pegasus.
Sunset Glow introduces herself and leads Writers Block to the boutique in question. Huzzah.
New Wave sat quietly in the middle of a courtyard in Canterlot, staring into the fountain as though it held some unfathomable meaning that could only be discerned by staring into its watery depths. Hmm...
Sunset Glow seemed to be looking at yet another day in which she had little else to do. While she did manage to make a few new dresses early in the morning, she was woefully uninspired to continue. So what else was there but to wander and see what the rest of Canterlot was up to? It had been a while since she'd kept up with recent news, nevermind the goings-on in Equestria as a whole. Sunset picked a random path through the marble streets of the grand city, catching small snippets of news but never stopping in her path until she reached a square. There were.. few ponies here. One of which she was sure she recognized by the fountain. Sunset drew herself up and casually seated herself at one of the benches, but didn't bother to be the first pony to speak.
Writers Block sat up straight and stretched his wings making a crackling sound. "AHH..." Writer turned and looked behind himself and smiled. "Excuse me..." He said to the mare at the fountain. "You wouldn't happen to know where the nearest boutique is?" Folds his wings in.
New Wave's ears twitched at the sound of a voice behind her, but it was several long seconds later that she finally turned around. At first her expression was still pensive, but then it broke into a semi-sarcastic smile. "Take your pick, traveler," she replied. Obviously the brightly hued pegasus was not from around here to be asking a question like that. She lifted one forehoof to gesture vaguely to the line of shops behind her. "There are three on that stretch of pavement alone. All the would-be designers in town like their visibility, after all." Her tail flicked as she stood up from the bench and stretched her legs a bit. She'd been sitting there for a while. Streeeeeetch.
Sunset Glow immediately turned about when she heard the sound of someone's stretch, her face echoing her disgust. What an offensive noise to make out in public. The noblemare lifted her nose a little, and almost deigned not to answer the question until she spoke. The comment rankled Sunset a little, but naturally she didn't show it as she shifted in her seat to face the duo. "Like you could measure up to even would-be designers, blank flank." Sunset smiled sweetly.
Writers Block stands up and places the the paper down on the table and walks over toward the two mares. "My, my please, ladies." Holds his wing out with a business card tucked into the feathers for the brown mare to take and one in his right wing to the orange mare.. on it is reads 'Writers Block Realty "We'll help you get the right house on the right block"' "I'm just looking to get fitted for a suit for a party."
New Wave looked plain bored when the sound of Sunset's voice rang unwelcomely into the conversation. Hoo boy. She maintained the look of utter indifference except for a perfectly practiced quirked brow of judgment, which was then directed toward the garish orange pony. "And I suppose you'd know anything about design with a colour scheme like that?" she shot back, undaunted. If it was physical insults the other wanted to lob, Wave was more than happy to play. All at once, her expression shifted to something far more friendly as she glanced back to the pegasus. Taking the card in her magic, she then gestured dismissively toward Sunset. "If that's all you want, you're probably looking for a mainstream designer like her. I only deal in the avant garde."
Sunset Glow gave the pegasus a subtle lift of her brow as he aimed to intervene. The mare pursed her lips and slid out of her seat, if just to take a few steps closer. She tugged the card meant for her out of his wings with her soft pink magic to read it, if just to show that Wave's comment wasn't worth her interest. Although the mention of avant garde drew her focus back to the earthy mare. Sunset quirked a brow and released a short cough of sarcastic laughter. "Avant garde? Oh I only wish you were kidding! Do you even look at your own designs? It's like you throw together whatever you find lying about in the streets!" Sunset snorted and turned back to the realtor. "I only make clothing for mares, however I can certainly introduce you to somepony who makes elegant suits."
Writers Block gave a quick nod to both mares and cleared his throat. "Well, Avant Garde seems interesting." He said looking at the brown mare. "But I'm afraid most designers that do avant garde are too...." Thinks for a bit and says, "...much. If it were a more conservative look I would go with that." Then he turned his gaze to the orange pony. "I would like to hear of this designer."
New Wave rolled her shoulders as if to shrug as the male indeed opted for the boring style. There were a thousand designers who did that kind of shit, and Wave wasn't going to be one of them. Toward Sunset Wave could only laugh right back- finding genuine amusement. "But, you have seen my designs? I guess that must make me more interesting than you... because I wouldn't have a clue what any of yours look like." With a sweet smile mirroring the one Sunset had approached with, the tawny mare then turned to trot away. "If you'll excuse me." And off she went.
Sunset Glow almost seemed to smirk when Writers Block spoke his opinion on the avant garde style. She put a hoof to her chest in mock surprise. "So you agree then! Wonderful." She replied and glanced towards wave with her eyebrows raised and lips tilted in a small, casual smile; a look that gave the appearance of a friendly listener, but was full of attitude. Determined to get the last word in, Sunset flipped her mane. "Only in magazines on fashion disasters." She added lightly before turning her full attention onto Writers Block as Wave made her exit. "I'll be glad to show you to his shop. He'll be able to make you an excellent tuxedo that will fit your shape."
Writers Block gives a brief smile and nods. "Thank you...miss...um...I never got either of your names...." He looks at the brown pony and back to the orange one. "Well, ahem, I never said avant garde was bad. It has its place, in fact one of my clients, that's all he looks for in a house."
New Wave had already vanished up the street, oblivious to the reparations of the pegasus.
Sunset Glow introduces herself and leads Writers Block to the boutique in question. Huzzah.