A small, grey filly with a partially orange mane poked her head in tentatively, then slowly opened the door and gazed about. There were already three fillies there, so she quietly made her way to the back desk and sat down, dropping her saddlebag on it and pulling out a little red sketchpad.She held a pencil in her mouth, but looked over the top of her page to see the others. Her teacher, Princess Cadence, was there. Maybe she can help me find my talent. And fly... she thought the last part with a flap of her wings that did nothing but made it uncomfortable to sleep. All the other pegasi in Ponyville could at the very least flutter, but she couldn't even get her front hooves off the ground with her wings. A grey unicorn had followed her in. There was also a darker grey pegasus with a candy cane colored mane and a brown pegasus that had fallen. At least he can get off the ground. She looked away from her pad, where there was now a childish doodle of a stick pony and a cat. She turned her attention back to Cadence after noticing that the others seemed to have forms. Looking around, she saw a stack of them on a desk, so she grabbed one before sitting down again the fill it out.
Name: Nightingale Breeze
Grade: 3rd
What do you want to do when you grow up?:
... This one gave her trouble. She honestly didn't know. She wasn't going to be a weather pony for sure; she didn't have the speed and never seemed to have her way with weather. Her father had been a bit disappointed about this. She kept thinking. Well, I like animals. But not enough to care for them... she thought. After staring at the blank page, she finally put her answer.
What do you want to do when you grow up?: A mare.
She then slowly raised a hoof to let the pink alicorn know she was finished.
Edited by stardragon, 09 March 2013 - 04:53 AM.