The hot air balloon had tumbled to an almost complete halt, as Amadee noticed with a start that its engine had caught fire, ears perking up, and survival instinct kicking in, majorly.
Luckily for Dee, she managed to bolt in terror from her method of transportation right before it forcefully hit the ground in a middle-of-nowhere, deserted field. It would be a perfect setting for a horror movie. That last bit was the unfortunate part.
Trotting wearily, Amadee wondered if she would ever reach Ponyville, her soon-to-be home – where she'd been traveling too. It would've gone jolly and fine too, if it wasn't for her frilly balloon's malfunction.
She'd been walking for what seemed like miles. She was ruining her fancy apparel – no matter that she had a million others in her suitcase. Her usual outfit was a lacy, mermaid style onyx dress, only today she'd chosen to garner it with a sixties glamorous pearl necklace. She adored anything vintage or retro, especially poodle skirts. They were her go-to bottoms selection.
Now her dress was unrepairable – practically torn to shreds. Her Mary Janes had been polished thoroughly just yesterday by the shoe shiner, and now they were covered in mud, dirt, and red, sticky clay.