Carried on a gentle breeze, the soothing sounds of a cello beckon, leading you to a small cottage. Split in two, one side bursts with color, while the other is more dull and refined. Through a blue-tinted window, a grey mare plays the instrument with grace.

"Blast!"

Her voice rings out in frustration after a missed note. With a graceful adjustment, she pivots, cello in hoof, leaning slightly to the side. Her eyes flutter open, then widen in surprise as they lock onto you, standing just outside the window. Startled, she stumbles, eliciting yet another discordant note from the cello as the bow grinds against the strings. Hurriedly, she trots towards the open window.

"Erm... may I help you? If you'd like me to play for an event, I'm not open to any gigs at this moment. Perhaps you were just interested in the piece I was playing...?"