Soul Ties

Chapter 6-third day... and ALREADY this is happening.

A/N: Well, this may be the start of the comedy chapters... or maybe not. I'm just writing this as I think of stuff, so... fingers crossed it turns out okay... I've had a couple of energy drinks today, so this may seem a bit... crazy. Okay? Nope. well, read on.

I yawned and subconsciously stretched as I began to stir from my sleep. Oh, please don't tell me I have to walk any more today... yesterday pretty much killed me... so much boring walking. I opened my eyes to see the new cobblestone ceiling above me. Oh yeah, I had my life served to me on a silver platter yesterday, didn't I. Well, looks like I've got a pretty easy time ahead of me for now. I got everything: a home; a... umm... Oh come on. I just completely and utterly showed myself up with my own brain. Well, normal for me, I guess. Okay, I got a home. That's all that matters, hopefully. I slumped out of the bed, thumping on a red and grey rug on the floor. Easiest way, I find. I made my way over to the door and pushed it open. "Ah, Peggy, your awake! Good, I need to tell you something before I go to yet another bloody awful castle council meeting." Lance ushered me over, but I hesitated. Peggy? What sort of a name was Peggy? "Uh, that's great and all, but why are you calling me Peggy?" I asked. He smirked. "Well, you don't have a name, and you are a pegasus, so there ya go! Peggy!" I sighed. Well, it doesn't take a genius to know that he gave me that name just to annoy me, but I guess it means I will have something to be called, even if it is a bit... feminine. Did they even know names like that? Or was it meant... ah, forget it. my minds going weird again.

"Fine..." I murmured, slightly irritated. "Anyway, what did you need to talk to me about?" His eyebrows shifted in thought. "Uhh... I think it was... Ah, yes. Well, as I said I have to waste my time at another useless meeting, and just wanted to tell you that there's a pack of hay fries in the cupboard if ya get hungry, and if you get a knock on the door, say you don't take double glazing, gas or electricity and tell 'em to bugger off. Okay?" Hay fries? Oh, come on. Couldn't I settle for a nice steak and chips? Or what about a bacon sarneh? Wait, do they even eat that stuff? Guess not... I mean, they hardly have the teeth for it, do they... Well, there I go again. "Uh, sure. I'll tell them just that." Lance made his way over to the door. "Well, see you after an hour of psychological torture." And with that, the mahogany door slammed shut, echoing around the stone room. Well, looks like I got this place all to myself! Hmm... what to do first... Thinking about it, I am kinda thirsty... I glanced around the room, noticing a section that looked like a kitchen, or what I could remember what a kitchen looked like. I stared at the work surface. "Hmm... Now all I need is something context sensitive. I could really do with a blender..." I thought to myself, glancing at a bowl of thrown on fruit. "Let's see... ah, is that a blender I see?" I made my way over to the liquidiser, stopping at the fruit bowl. "Let's see... Grapes, yeah, that'll go well. Perhaps an apple too..." I clenched the fruit in my teeth (What else was I meant to pick them up with?) and dropped them into the blender. "Right, let's see. Aha! Smoothy button!" I pressed the button carefully with a hoof (which is harder than you can imagine) and watched as the metal blades began to dice what was inside.

"Right, thirty more seconds and I should have me a-" splutch. My vision went a shade of green, I could only smell the strong scent of liquid fruit emblazing my nostrils. The sound of the blender was sounding louder, and the cycle soon ended. After I had wiped away the mess over my eyes, I was left thinking one word. Crap. The entire kitchen was caked in green. Of course, I had forgot to put the bloody lid on, hadn't I? "Oh man... how am I going to clean this up..." Well, might as well drink what's left in the actual blender. I noticed a straw by the sink. Wow, context sensitive again! I plopped the straw in and began to drink the sweet fruit juice.

Meanwhile, at said bloody awful meeting...

"Right, we are all here apart from Lance and Crop Harvest .They're normally late, so we shall continue, if you may. To start, we need to address the naming of the new road in the far side of Canterlot, yes?" The others in the room nodded and murmured in agreement. They were all seated around an L shaped table, all of them mares. The Chairpony was sitting in the centre of the length of the table. "Good. Anyone have any suggestions?" The unicorn sitting next to the Chairpony looked up from the book of minutes she was using to record the minutes. "Ah, yes. I thought we could call it: New Road. What do you think?" Sighing, the Chairpony responded. "Yes, not to be confused with the very similarly named 'New Road' round the corner from the castle." The mare writing the minutes cleared her throat. "I've already thought of that. You see, I thought we could call the old New Road: Old Road. You see?" The Chairpony opened her mouth to respond, to be interrupted by the mare writing the minutes pointing a hoof and laughing jollily to herself. "Ah, yes! I'm one step ahead of you, councillor! I'm sure you realise we already have an Old Road! Indeed, I have already thought of that too. I think we should call the old Old Road: Very Old Road, and perhaps to avoid future confusion, maybe call the Very Old Road: Very Old Road Now, But Might Be Older Later Road." She smiled. "Or we could just settle for Pratt's Avenue!" The Chairpony Snapped. "Anyway, moving on-" "Sorry I'm late! The cows have had the screaming squits! They're producing it faster than I can clear it, it's been all hooves to the mops. I've only just managed to wash the muck out of my mane and tail." "That's alright, Ms. Harvest. Just Lance now and we'll all be present..." "Sorry I'm late..." "Right on cue..."

Lance sat down and crossed his forelegs, leaning on the table. "What have I missed?" He asked. "Well, we had truly THRILLING discussion on the name of the new road in Canterlot. That has been all. I assure you, it was a shame you weren't her to hear it." Lance sighed. "I'll live." The Councillor cleared her throat and continued. "Without further ado, I think we should address the situation of why Grey Storm, Canterlot's weathercolt is not here today. As you may know, he had a serious accident earlier in the week while flying through a storm. Rather ironic really, grounded by his own work." She laughed slightly, but stopped when met by silence from the others. "Well, the situation is that we need another pegasus that can take over his duties as he has been told he cannot do such strenuous work again. We shall put up a notice in the town, informing the city about the open job." Lance, who wasn't paying too much attention, was snapped out of his trance. Hmm, what if... just maybe. If he could fly, or if he were to learn, could Peggy maybe fill in that job, get some wonga? Yeah, maybe. Give him something to do instead of staying in the home all day... Hmm... this could work!

I continued wiping down the walls, nearly cleaned it up. It had gone everywhere, and I had gone through the most awkward positions in order to reach the lime splattered nooks crannies with the wet rag clenched between my teeth. Blimey, if I could figure out how to work these ruddy wings I could have finished this so much quicker. Well, last wipe, and... yep, that's got it! I tossed the rag in the bin (which, thank heavens, I had found while clearing up) and slouched on the sofa in the main room. I had pretty much figured out how to sit in a way that emulated the way I think I would have sat as a human, which had given me a bit of reassurance that there is still hope from my human psyche. My ears perked up as I heard the sound of a key being inserted into a lock. The huge door creaked open before being slammed shut by Lance. He glanced over to me. That smirk reappeared on his face before jumped into the air and flew towards me. "Peggy! I need to ask you somethin'!" He said, tackling me to the ground. I groaned. That knocked the air out of me. I stood back up.

"Uhh, what is it Lance?" He grinned. "Well, you know how you're a pegasus, Peggy? Well, dunno if you remember this, but pegasi can control the weather, right? Anyway, the job for Canterlot's weathercolt has come up, and I thought you could apply for it! What ya think?" I was left in shock. My third day here, and I'm being offered a job. Is this really how the plot is meant to go? "Well, that's... very kind of you Lance, but I don't even know how I'm meant to 'control the weather'. Could you please clarify before I make a decision?" He nodded. "Of course. Say you are told to clear the sky for the forecast, all you have to do is fly up there, screw those clouds over, and fly back down. Job done. The end. Finito. Get it?" I thought for a second, before coming to a decision. "I will admit, a job that consists of 'screwing clouds over' would sound mighty fine if I could fly, or even know how to control my wings, but flying into the sky as well... I mean, what if I fall, or get blown away, or... okay, I'm going to stop before I make myself sound like a total wimp, but you get my point!" Lance looked disappointed, before replying. "But you get to join the Council and attend to the simply riveting meetings we have. I assure you, they're gripping stuff!" I eyed him. "Didn't you say before you went that those meetings were 'bloody awful'?" He smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, well, you know, in my book, saying something is bloody awful is like saying that it's bloody brilliant. It's meant in... uhh... sarcastic terms. Lance said swiftly.

Well, call me dumb, gullible, anything but at the time, I thought it seemed pretty legitimate. "So... How am I going to learn to fly? I mean, I can't even open them or whatnot." Lance smiled. "Well, there is that pegasus from Ponyville. She is actually the weather controller of the village down there, would you believe it. I guess you could ask her for a lesson... I have seen her helping others with their flying on occasion. She must be doing a bloody good job, 'cause those she does tutor seem to be up there pretty quickly." I nodded slowly. Okay... So in the course of about ten minutes, I've been thrown into a job and flying lesson without too much of a say. Oh well, I guess here comes the fish course of this meal of life...

Well, there is that chapter. Anyway, once the council get more involved with the story, that is when (hopefully) the comedy will start. Anyway, please tell me what you thought through a review, as it really helps me to gauge whether the story is still okay. So yeah, remember to Review and hope you enjoyed!