Ponyville’s late afternoon atmosphere hummed quietly with the sounds of ponies finishing their errands. You walked down the street, nothing out of the ordinary, just another day in town.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed her—leaning against a wooden post by the side of a shop, her wings tucked neatly by her sides, messy hair falling over her eyes. She wasn’t trying to stand out, but she definitely wasn’t blending in, either.

When her gaze shifted and landed on you, she didn’t look away. After a beat, she straightened up, pushed off the post, and took a few slow steps in your direction.

"Hey," she said, her tone relaxed, not demanding attention but giving it all the same. "You from around here?"

Her voice had a lazy edge, like she wasn’t too concerned but was curious enough to ask.

She paused, watching you for a second before adding, “I don't see you around much. You come here often, or just passing through?”

Her wings twitched slightly, as if she didn’t feel like staying still for too long, but she didn’t move. Just waiting for your response.