Closed RP w/ @buttonssboutique
The stallion wrapped one of his hooves around his wife’s relaxed frame, smiling happily, “I know, dear, I’m certain you’re going to absolutely adore it.” He turned his head slightly to kiss the top of the seamstress’ head, as they continued bumping down the road to the train station.
The train was certainly an impressive sight, made with steel and powered by coal and steam. As they boarded into their private cab, Written began spinning tales for his daughters, “You know, the train isn’t really powered by steam. They actually have a team of dragons beneath the floor. They use the coal to make strong gouts of flame to power the wheels. So if you ever hear a crunching sound, or hear air rushing past, that’s the dragons making us go.”
It wasn’t a very long trip, but it gave ample time for the unfortunately busy father to catch up, and play with his twin daughters. At one point in our trip, someone had opened the door to complain that we were being too noisy. Normally, this would be fine, and they would quiet down.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Written questioned his daughters, before spending a good ten or so minutes trying to get them to laugh as he made impressions of the rude stallion. This is what he’s been missing, time with his family, laughing and playing. No wonder he had started to feel unhappy, he was too busy working to spend time with the one thing that brings him the most joy:
His family.
At their father’s “revelation” about the train, the twins looked at each other in amazed disbelief, sitting up in their seats to get a good look at the train’s tracks from out the window.
Buttons relaxed into the seat with a smile on her face, her lilac eyes closed as she cradled a sleeping Thimble to her chest in a bundle. The girls laughed along with their father with Cotton sticking her tongue out at the passenger who told them to settle down.
An hour later, the train lurched to a stop at the large city of Canterlot. The expensive-looking decor of the train station was much more grand than the small station back in Ponyville. Buttons woke and stood up excitedly at the closed train doors.
“Canterlot station!” the conductor pony shouted. The doors swished open and several ponies boarded and exited the train. Among those boarding was none other than Stitches. The young unicorn looked much bigger. He carried a dark brown saddle bag and wore his signature grey and white bow tie.
“Oh, my handsome colt!” Buttons cried, happy tears beginning to track down her face as she wrapped her son in a tight hug, careful not to squish the now awake foal.
Stitches chuckled, his voice obviously deeper. “Moooom,” he groaned playfully and somewhat embarrassed. “I missed you too but you’re going to suffocate me.”
Buttons let go with a laugh and wiped her tears away. The girls took their turn and gave their older brother a hug.
“You look fatter,” Cotton teased.
“Yeah, well you’re still short, shorty,” Stitches returned playfully, tousling her mane with his hoof. He stopped and placed a kiss on both Cotton and Ribbon’s cheeks as well as Thimble’s head. He turned to his father and wrapped a leg around his neck.
“Good to see you again, Dad,” Stitches said, a smile on his face as he pulled back to look at Written. “I’m so excited to get this vacation started. This semester was a difficult one.”
Written pulled the colt into a tight hug, placing a light kiss on the top of his head, “Welcome aboard, Stitches, I’m glad you were able to come along with us! Now, time to forget about the work and stress of school!”
The author moved to the side slightly, letting his son sit between him and his mother, “I doubt your mother will want to be terribly far from you for a while.” He chuckled as the train began to move again.
The train picked back up to speed, chugging along at a steady pace, nearly a beat. As they went, Written began to converse with Stitches, speaking of his editor, his insomnia, and of course, his ever annoying writer’s block. The family laughed and smiled, finally reunited once again, as the forested background slowly shifted from forests, to rolling plains, to an oasis-speckled desert, as they cross the country towards their destination.
