RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE. The Pegasus pony suddenly stopped in midair, though his wings still flapped to keep him in the sky. "Oh man, I know I'm always hungry after a show but I had a big breakfast, I seriously thought I wouldn't get this hungry." He sighed a bit. Soarin, a member of the famous Wonderbolts, had finished the aerial show of the season about a half hour ago. And he had planned to head south for his vacation now that it had started. But Celestia, was he starving. He'd hoped to make it this year without needing a pit stop but apparently that wasn't going to happen. He surveyed his surroundings and flew a bit closer to the ground to really get an idea of where he was.
There wasn't much to see brown mountains and dry land. A few cacti and a railroad track. He hovered along the lines of the railroad tracks and looked north then south. He hadn't passed many towns on the way by, but he could very vaguely see one off in the distance. He followed the tracks to the town and landed on the platform at the train station. Soarin blinked, seeing nothing but earth ponies and ten gallon hats or bonnets. 'This must be a settler pony town, it looks pretty new.' He walked around a bit, momentarily forgetting about his hunger and took in all the sites. He'd never been to a settler pony town before. He mostly traveled to big cities like Canterlot, Las Pegasus, and Cloudsdale.
But this town was much different than any he'd ever seen before. It was small and nice. There were saloons, pie shops, buffaloes, wait, and buffaloes? 'Huh, that's actually kinda cool.' He thought to himself and kept walking, lost in thought, when suddenly dark green eyes met big, bright green ones before they collided. "Ow!" Soarin rubbed his head. He'd pumped into something, or more accurately, somepony. "Ouch, oh, powerful sorry there friend!" The yellow male pony helped Soarin up. "Thanks, sorry, it was kinda my fault, didn't look where I was goin'." Soarin chuckled slightly and looked over the settler pony. A scruffy dirty blonde mane and tail, brown cowpony hat, brilliant, large, green eyes, a coat that was a very nice shade of yellow, and his cutiemark…oh. Well it was a single red apple. How cute.
The yellow pony he was examing simply smiled widely at him. "Ah, think nothin' of it! I wasn't payin' much attention neither. Hey, you're a Pegasus right? Not many of 'em come round these parts. Ya must be new. Well, let me hopefully be the first pony to welcome you to…APPLELOOSA!" Soarin blinked, bending his wings a bit, suddenly taken a little aback by the other's burst of energy. But he got over the initial shock and smiled. "Appleloosa?" Heh, never actually heard of this town. Sorry. But it looks nice."
The stallion simply nodded and smiled. "Yeah, we're actually pretty new. Set up this whole little town just a little over a year ago, can you believe it?" He chuckled. "Oh! How rude of me, I'm Braeburn, what's your name stranger?"
"I'm Soarin, from the Wonderbolts." He said proudly. It was Braeburn's turn to blink. "The who? Wonderbolts…oh the Wonderbolts! Ain't them those Pegasus ponies who do all the fancy flyin' tricks and what not?" Soarin was surpised by this statement. "It's not 'fancy flying tricks'. True, we're athletes so we do put on some shows, but we're also recognized heroes and composed of the fastest flyers in Equestria." He frowned, actually a little insulted by the other's lack of knowledge for what they did.
"Heh, sorry there partner, didn't mean to rustle yer feathers er nothin'. Just never been too into athletes and racin' and what not." He shrugged innocently. Soarin sighed inwardly. He couldn't really Braeburn for that. Different ponies have different tastes. Besides, it wasn't likely that settler ponies would go gaga for Wonderbolts. But his train of thought was suddenly interrupted when his stomach gurgled loudly again. RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE. Soarin' blushed, completely embaressed. But the yellow stallion simply smiled at him. "Woah there friend, looks like you're pretty hungry. Wanna come with me to lunch? We've got the finest apple pies!" Soarin's eyes widened and he had to keep his tongue from hanging out like a dog. "D-did you say apple pies?" Soarin' licked his lips. He had a bit of a weakness for the delicious, apple-filled pastry.
Braeburn was gleeful, seeing the other's reaction. "I sure as sugar did! C'mon now, follow me." He started to trot in the another direction and Soarin followed. Making a mental note of the cute way that Braeburn swished his rear and his tail as he walked.