A Nice Welcome
-Don't worry, I don't bite. – The eyes of that pony were awfully close to me (as its muzzle), but somehow I didn't felt uncomfortable, the green of its eyes were one of the most calming things I could have encountered, and I could have stared at that deep green for hours if the pony hadn't taken an step back. –Heh, sorry for the proximity, I didn't thought you would turn around so violently, no offense though. – I could feel the awkwardness on its voice, obviously it was ashamed.
-E-eh, don't worry, I think it was my fault to turn around in such way.- I could barely believe I saying sorry for something it was not my fault (maybe its eyes helped a bit). –Perhaps, ¿you can tell me your name? – It was the only coherent thing I thought I could say at that moment.
-Oh, yeah, sorry, heh….my name's Mountain Dust, pleased to meet ya. – I could hear some accent on that last phrase, but I decided not to make conclusions just yet, and so, I presented myself.
-Well, Mountain Dust, my name is White Pencil. Not a nice name, but it fits perfectly.
-Oh, ¿so you are a writer? – Well it had intelligence, which was a perk.
-Indeed…or at least I used to be, before I ran out of ideas. But there's something that I'm really afraid to ask I can't actually tell, ¿are you a mare, or a stallion? – It was something that its own "duster" was hiding from me, because the only thing I could actually see were its eyes, and its neutral voice tone wasn't helping either.
-¿Isn't really obvious?, let me tell you, lady. I'm asked that too frequently to be considered more than a thing that you just "wear off"…and yes, I am a MARE. – She said this in a bothered tone, letting know that she was actually annoyed by the question, and discovering a part of the "duster" she was carrying, letting me see her face and to assure that she was a mare.
-I'm truly sorry about that, but the clothes you are wearing didn't let me see you, Dust. –I tried my best to calm her enragement.
-Ah yeah *sigh* don't worry about it. –The tone was more of resignation than acceptance, but I was happy with the result.
-Anyway, what brings you here at this very moment, ¿if I'm allowed to ask? – The rain was now only a simple cold breeze, but truly, cold.
-Well, I actually was onwards my home, but the rain caught me off guard.
-Oh, that's a shame…But, ¿where do you live? If you don't mind the question.
-Over there. – She said, pointing with her yellow, wet hoof a rather old looking house, it looked like if it was constructed a long time ago. –C'mon, I want to show ya. –The accent, again.
We started to walk across the wet street, she leading the way onwards the odd house, I was unsure if I should follow her, but not having anything better to do…
-Here we are. – She said as we reached the wooden door that led towards the entrance of the house, which was awfully big now that I could see it closer. –Let me just…
The door creaked as she turned an old metallic key on it and pulled the rusty handle.
-¿Care to come in? -She said as she pointed the entrance of the house, which remained, expectantly, waiting for me.
I doubted for a second, but the curiosity was stronger this time, and I crossed the wooden door at the time she said.
-This is going to be fun.
¿What was I getting into?