It was midnight in Ponyville; the night sky was filled with stars as uncountable as the grains of sand in an hourglass and the moon was bright and big as it hung high above the sky. The rivers could be heard trickling along in the distance like a lullaby, hushing the quiet town into a tender sleep. The only clouds that could be seen sort of clustered around the moon creating a dream like fantasy world for the night.

Film Fixer, a light grey male unicorn with a forest green mane and tail, also with shining silver eyes had been tiredly pulling his wooden cart full of photography supplies and other personal luggage all the way from canterlot. He wore a tan photographers vest with many pockets to hold extra equipment and film and he sported square black glasses. He was headed down a dirt road leading into the town which would be his new home.

Fixer was indeed an artist; He once was the personal apprentice of Photo Finish her self, but that was in the bittersweet past. He was here to make a new life starting his own studio in a town almost untouched by "her" . Fixer was also on the lonely metaphoric road of Risk.

All was quiet and not another pony was in sight of Fixer. Trotting down the road was lonely for him because only the sound of his cart and his own thoughts kept him company. He wondered what the other ponies would think of him when he would finally make it to town. He wondered if he would make new friends and if they would like his style of photography? He was a shy pony at heart even though he had virtually no problems making connections so meeting knew ponies in a new town was a bit jarring for him.

As he approached the outskirts of the town; he could see the figures of other ponies making their way to their homes from work or shopping. Lights had already been turning off from each building while lonely ponies trotted through the streets. A couple pegasi flew from the center of the town looking for clouds to sleep on in the night sky and one unicorn was pulling her young colt along with her magic. Occasionally the colt would try to pull and buck from her ethereal, parental hold. Soon the small town on the outskirts of the Everfree forest was winding down to a rest.

The road to the town forked with one road leading to Ponyville while the other led into the Everfree forest. Fixer had passed the fork when he came across a Pegasus with a pink mane and tail and tan body; she was leading a detail of ducklings down the dirt road. When they had passed each other, the pegasus said to him in a quiet, little voice,

"Excuse me."

As she said this, Chance moved to the side to let her through and she made a right turn heading towards a lone cottage near the forest. She was followed by her unusual flock with a bouncing white bunny trailing behind them. Something about the Scene was just right. Princess Luna's Moon shined down on the land, illuminating the area and the pegasus with her animals in an aesthetically pleasing manner, and the stream sparkled making a perfect accent for the sight along with the millions of stars twinkling in the sky.

Fixer: " If this was taken as a wide angle extended exposure, that would make for one heck of a night time shot. I wonder if she would be willing to take a photograph and if she could get the animals to stand still for 15 seconds?" He thought to himself. He also noted how her eyes shined brightly in the moon.

Fluttershy, the town animal whisperer, had been herding her ducks from one side of ponyville to the other all night. The mother had hurt her leg and was unable to make the trek with her ducklings. Naturally,this prompted Fluttershy to help her out, but keeping all the ducklings in a row was a huge challenge.

After she had passed Fixer on the road, she thought to herself, " Who's this stranger? He doesn't seem like any pony I recognise...OH dear, he's looking at me! What doI do? Should I go say hi? " Fluttershy took a look back and her eyes met with his. His appearance, while unique, wasn't weird. His forest green mane was short and spiked forward and his dark glasses contrasted with his bright shining silver eyes. He was a little taller than her and he was fit. "Oh Dear... I can't do that!" she thought to herself. Instead of going to introduce herself, she let her shyness get the best of her once again. On to her cottage where the mother duck was waiting she went.

Fixer: " Maybe I shouldn't bother her, she seems rather shy. Well on to Ponyville...home." He wasn't sure why, but he had an urge to go meet this strange new mare, but he let shyness get the better of him.

Film Fixer had made it to a bridge that span the stream which went through the town. It's trickle was soft and steady and the water shimmered in the moonlight. It was the only illumination in the town. Everything else was cold,dark and asleep.

By that time Fixer made it into the town square, all of Ponyville was asleep. When he went through the marketplace, he found a few food stands he wanted to visit the next day and he also came across an eccentric looking bakery closer to the town square. Its Sign read," Sugar Cube Corner." A little ways down from the center of town, closer to his home, was a library constructed from a living tree. This, he knew, was Princess Twilight's Residence from her time studying Friendship. Fixer was thrilled to come across the little library since he read so much about her stay here in Ponyville. The journalist in him wanted to do a story on this small town and interview the many ponies that have shaped the life of the Princess. It was on his todo list.

Finally Fixer came to his street clear across the town from where he had entered and it was lined with small cottage like homes. His was a two story two bedroom house. He made his way down the street that glowed under the moon. It must have been past midnight because not a single pony other than himself was in the streets. His house was three houses down on the right. He parked his cart in front and made his way to the front door. The Wooden door had a large lock that was a bit too gothic looking for Fixers taste. His house key levitated out of his saddlebag and slipped into the lock, it turned and then a muffled click sounded out. His Front door creaked open to his dark unlit home.

After unpacking everything from his cart and parking it in the back, he laid on his bed. Even though it was after 03:00, he still could not sleep. The image of the mare he saw on the outskirts of town flashed through his mind several times as he tried to doze off. It was like he was focused on something.

Fixer: " Was that setting really that enchanting?...or was it...her?" he thought to himself. The more he thought about it the more he wondered. Then his thoughts went to creating a list of things he had to do that day, just later. One of them was searching for the building he purchased that would be his new studio, free of bosses and their incredibly difficult deadlines, free of the bustling of office chatter and free of Photofinish. The thought made Fixer a little happy, but a little sad too.