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"The train headed to Ponyville will be departing soon."
Vinyl Scratch gasped at the announcement as she trotted down the lane toward the Canterlot Train Station. Had she really slept in so late that she might miss the train?
The bright morning sunshine beamed down on the royal city below, making the music-loving unicorn's pearl white coat and blue mane shimmer as she made her way past many a pony. The sunlight also made each and every color, from the bright yellow of shop awnings to the vibrant pink of various kiosks, pop and give the lane a kaleidoscopic feeling. Bright-eyed pegasi, earth ponies, and unicorns alike were already out and about, chatting, promoting their shops, and making plans for the day. The city truly was abuzz with activity.
Underneath her purple glasses, however, Vinyl Scratch's magenta irises weren't quite as bright. She sighed as she trotted up the steps to the train station, pushed her way through the giant
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A few strokes on the balloon, a quick touch up on Mare Do-Well's left ear, and the mural would be...
"Perfect," Tirone said through the paintbrush in his teeth. Most unicorn artists would have used magic for their painting, but he preferred to do things the way artists like Starry Night and Young Mare had done in olden times. He set the brush down and leaned back on the scaffolding to admire his handiwork. On the wood panel before him, Mare Do-Well leaped across the grain, clutching a panicked pony in her hooves. The painted remains of a hot air balloon loomed behind her, looking as if they would fall right off the panel just as they had fallen to the ground during Mare Do-Well's daring rescue. Tirone looked at the hot air balloon, then to the panicked pony; both conveyed a sense of urgency and fear, but the expressionless mask concealing Mare Do-Well's face was unnervingly offsetting.
He hoped that the mural would do the mare justice,