The roadside sign stood tall and proud against the backdrop of the humble looking town behind it, whilst the sun beamed vigorously from above. Birds chirped and diluted cheerful banter could be heard melded in with the pitters, patters and thuds of ponies going about their days in the town streets just beyond. It was a sight uplifting in the very sense of the word, to most fortunate enough to be caught there in that moment.
But looks can be deceiving.
A pale-cream earth pony mare sat in the dusty road with a doubting visage, a beaten yet decorated and sturdy wood trailer parked just behind her.
'Welcome to Ponyville!'
Holiday Parade, as the mare went by, stared at the friendly planked sign with an expression not unlike what one would find plastered on a pony witnessing a molding damp sock grow and move on its own accord. Glancing back down to the map in her hooves, she raised a brow skeptically before slumping with a haggard sigh. Practically crumpling the paper map in her hooves as she refolded it, stuffing it into the depths of her bulky overcoat, she turned to lumber off to the door of her trailer, rapping against the wooden doorframe with a hoof.
"Boodzy? You want out while we're stuck here?"
When a muffled little voice came back from inside the trailer, she pulled open the door to see her feline companion bolt straight out the door and vanish into the nearby brush.
'Feathering cat, could have at least said thanks...'
Shaking her lack of appreciation for being brushed off by her only traveling partner, she looked down to the wheel of her cart, cracked and listing to a side.
"Guess we're stuck here until we can leave," she muttered almost grumpily to herself, frowning back at the friendly welcoming sign. Inhaling deeply and leveling out her face into something more accommodating for the locals, Holiday turned and started her casual trot into town she'd heard so much about...
Navigating the roads of the town proved fairly easy for the mare. It wasn't small, but also not exceptionally large either, and it hadn't been long until she had managed to track down a local woodworker to address the repairs needed for her cart wheel replacement. The trouble, for her, was that she had to remain stuck in one of the few towns she secretly found cringe-worthy, given the many disastrous rumors she'd been privy to in its regard.
Still... The town appeared in good shape. Things like all the troubles she'd heard of could happen every day, right? In all likelihood, she would be fine for just a matter of hours. Afterwards, she could gather her things and leave for the next town of opportunity. After all, it wasn't like she planned to perform here of all places...
Sitting back in the shade of a canopied store patio, Holiday looked up and down the earthen road, humming thoughtfully. To her, it could hardly do harm to look around, see if she couldn't find a coffee shop or somewhere to hide away for a while as she awaited her order to complete. The creamy-coated mare upped herself and trotted through the sunny streets, slowing occasionally to catch a sight or two, and in one even stopping entirely at a flower shop, stepping out moments later with a bouquet of fresh-picked daisies balancing over her withers. Some many minutes of sight-seeing later, as well as a near-depleted bag of flowers later, trailed by stray nibbled petals, she arrived in a large circular opening surrounding what she surmised to be the town hall.
To her surprise, however, she clearing was far from vacant on her end, bustling with stalls and colorful tents, and even more colorful wares. But they all had one thing in common...
Holiday smiled to herself, realizing she had stumbled into a convention of sorts. Ponies of all colors gathering to what looked like a localized comic con.
'Now this I gotta see!', she mentally mused, trotting her way into the rows of stalls and stands.