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Eastree Cottage; The Residence of Tertiary Tone, the reclusive Canterlotian pegasus artist
Topic Started: 3 Mar 2014, 11:14 PM (330 Views)
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A small, pleasant thatched cottage near the base of a small hill to the East of Ponyvillle near Ponvyille Mill. The cottage faces West, and is at a slight elevation over the thatched cottages of Ponyville. The view from its living room and bedroom windows includes the Townhall, Golden Oaks (the library tree) and, beyond that, the orchards of apple orchards and farmhouses of the Apple Family. The cottage sports an apple tree and a sizeable patch of good feeding grasses.

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The cottage has quite recently become the home of a reclusive pegasus artist called Tertiary Tone, who moved from Canterlot and whose only contact with the small village so far has been with the mailmare, through sending of the occasional postcard.

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Tertiary Tone is in his small living room looking out at the picturesque town of Ponyville. For the past weeks of living in Ponyville he has avoided trotting into town for supplies, relying instead on the grasses and fruits in his new garden.
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Tertiary sighs, he has drawn the view several times. One in particular with near perfect colour and depth. And yet, none with heart. He finds himself representing no more of the town than it's appearance. From his brief encounters with the Mayor - when he arrived - and the mail mare the times he has received mail; he has came to the conclusion it is a nice community that lives here. Even from his cottage he occasionally sees smiling ponies near the town hall. He wishes he could portray the heart of the town in his paintings. He, being annoyed, knocks a half painted canvas to the ground staining the plastic he had laid near the stand knowing paint would drip - or he'd get mad - so he wanted to be prepared.

"I'm useless! After all this time I can't draw a simple landscape! What kind of artist am I?"

He speaks, first with angst, annoyance and finally, a hollow feeling of shame. He stands, disappointment with himself echoed through his soul as his heavy hoofsteps did in his floorboards; which were stained in a few spots after which he started laying down prior stated plastic. His trotting lead him into the kitchen, which he had to walk through the small dining room to reach. He kept the doors closed to the kitchen, and with good reason. The smell of turpentine and spirits hung heavy throughout most of the house, he'd have to air it out once he was done painting or he fears it'd make him ill.

"Ugh, I thought I'd be over this smell by now. My drunk of an uncle smelled better than this, and I'm sure his body was 60-80 percent vodka..."

He spoke again, his voice trailing off at the end. For a social recluse and an innovator in ways to avoid talking to ponies he felt shockingly lonely, he didn't notice till that moment quite how bad this feeling was, nor how much he spoke to himself. He sighed, he knew it was no point, while he was not an unpleasant pony he was never popular. Instead he spent most of his time reading, playing games, and the like. For the time being however, he pushed this from his mind, making himself a sandwich. Spreading butter and layering lettuce and cheese. Happy with his creation, he picked it up, walking to the living room. He eats it, leaning on the window ledge looking out to the warm colours of ponyville, the loneliness appearing once, but he forces himself to ignore it.
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A young looking brown earth stallion in a mail-pony uniform trots up the small path, to check on the mail-box. He has an unusual cutie mark - a postage stamp with a heart in the middle of it.

Noticing Tertiary Tone in the window he smiles friendlily and gives the watching pegasus a little wave. The mail-pony's manner is rather awkward.
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Tertiary perks up a little, contrary to his cold isolated appearance he actually enjoys the company of others, although while trying to paint. He stands up, trotting out of the house. He decided he would say hello, though he hopes the mail-pony doesn't think he is too weird.

"Hi there. Any mail for me today?"

He spoke with a smile and a soft tone. He smiled, it felt like he was forcing it but he was doing his best. He would need to get practice talking to ponies. This was because, he had an idea. What he needs to capture the hard of ponyville in his paintings is to experience it, through the places and the people.
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"Hey! Yeah, just one parcel."

The colt smiles at Tertiary before reaching into a saddlebag with his mouth and taking out a small box, wrapped in paper strewn with pink-hearts and tied with a pink ribbon like a present.

He presents it to Tertiary.
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He felt his smile become more sincere as his greeting is returned. His ears actually perked up at the reply, he couldn't think of a reason to be receiving a package at this time so he was curious as to what it could be.

"Oh, thank you. Is there anything I need to sign?"

He asked the colt his question politely as he examined the box not quite sure what was inside, deciding once his conversation was done he would open it inside his Cottage.
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"Oh no, nothing like that."

The mailcolt looks eagerly at the package.

"So.. um Thunderlane told me we were gonna have a shower later..."

The colt offers awkwardly, but with the same note of eagerness.
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He smiled and nodded glad, he hated his signature. For someone with such love for various expressive media cursive evaded him. He turned to the colt as he talked, not picking up on his looking at the package.

"Oh? Is it going to rain? That's no good... Well if you have time I am more than happy to offer you a cup of tea to warm you up. And I am more than happy to lend an umbrella."

He was being kind and generous as much as he could. He knew if the mail-pony entered his house he might die of shock! With it being in a shambles and fumes being enough to make the eyes water. If he accepts he'll have to walk him to the rear entrance which entered his kitchen. The one refuge from the turpentine's reign.
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The colt's eyes light up and he smiles at the invitation.

"Oh, yes please - thanks!"

He says, the happiness evident in his voice and in the set of the tall colt's large grey eyes.
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He smiles warmly motioning the mail-pony to follow him as he begins to walk around to the rear of the house.

"I do apologise about this, I am a painter you see and the fumes from the oil paints are ghastly if you're not used to them."

He hopes his consideration pays off, this is the first pony he has any kind of conversation with, he might even have an acquaintance after this if over. Friend would be a stretch, he was sure he was not that likeable he would find a friend that easily.
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The mailpony removes his hat as he enters the house; he winces a little at the fumes, but his enthusiasm seems undimmed.

"Oh it's no problem. So... you paint too? Y'know the last pony here was a painter. Think it's the view."

He offers as he follows Tertiary through.
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Tertiary nods. Leading him through into the kitchen. He began making tea as he spoke his reply.

"Yes, I suppose we're all suckers for a good muse."

He had finished making the tea he paused realising something.

"I apologise, in my rush to be a good host I have forgotten to ask your name!"
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The mailpony looks uncertain briefly when Tertiary mentions muse.

"Oh yeah, it's Post. Post Haste."

The young stallion offers a hoof with a smile.
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He nodded noticing his confusion at the term muse. He spoke as he while shaking his hoof.

"Sorry, I mean inspiration. And that's a really nice name. Mine is Tertiary Tone if you hadn't noticed from my mail. Ah, now that the tea is brewed would you like milk and sugar?"
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The young stallion nods along at Tertiary's comments, an eager expression on his young features.

"Oh, um milk and two sugars please."

His eyes drift back to the pink package, an unusual glimmer in them.

"So um, I was talking with Ditsy - that's the blond pegasus who's delivered mail round here sometimes - and she said you arrived all the way from Canterlot!"

He offers.
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Tertiary picks up on this, it is clear the young stallion wants to know the contents. In truth, he did too. But having people hang in suspense is too enjoyable for him to give up.

"Ah, milk and two coming up!"

Tertiary spoke in a chirpy tone that which seems pushed slightly. As if he's trying hard to be sociable. He passes the cup to him now filled with tea.

"Ah, the grey mare. She's quite nice, very polite. Yes, I came from Canterlot, after graduating art school."
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The stallion's eyes flick back to the box as Tonal hoofs him the tea.

"Thanks, yes that's her- oh! you're a graduate... I never went to university. Sounds fun though."

He rambles, sipping his tea.
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Tertiary sits at the table after pouring himself a cup, next to the box motioning for the stallion to sit also.

"I suppose so, it's a good experience if quite challenging. The endurance needed to survive is quite large."

Tertiary sipped the tea in his hoof in-between sentences. And he himself glanced at the box now.
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The stallion sits.

He looks a little confused.

"What- oh you mean all the work? Yeah... y'know I see Miss Twilight Sparkle's lights on all hours of the night! She's a real smart university type."

He follows Tonal's eyes eagerly as Tonal looks at the pink box.

Tonal's large pony snout picks up a faint pleasant sweet smell coming from the package.
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Tertiary smiles looking over to the stallion nodding faintly to what he said.

"Well, yes. The essays if nothing more. But of course, additional study is required and well, it's fair enough to say that it is tiring. And I should talk to this Twilight sparkle. It's always nice to meet a fellow scholar."

He looked back to the box, giving a faint sniff as something sweet cuts through the smell of paint.

"What do you think's in the box?"

It was a redundant question as he was at the same time opening it.
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