Hovering a cage of snails next to him, Snails trotted down the business district. His years of snail collecting were at last useful for his assignment. The older apprentices gave jealous glares to the young stallion. Many of them struggled to find their first snail once Snails left the field.
Since he had finished his field work earlier than the other apprentice biologists, Snails could leisurely walk back to his master. He extended his walk back by taking the long route back to the guild district by entering the mercantile district.
The business district was crowded, as it usually was during the afternoon. Snails had forgotten about that, since he was usually cooped inside a laboratory until dusk. Fillies and colts dismissed from school lined up with small pouches for a mouthful of sweets. Snails heard the high-pitched chatter and the endless laughter leave their lips while they waited.
Snails let out a loud sigh. How long has it been since he raced his friends to the business district for candy? Snails ran his tongue against his lips, trying to remember the morsels of chocolate that he spent the day anticipating. He tasted dry air. Too long to remember the tastes of those old treats.
“Come on, Spike!” Twilight said in that lilty, somewhat-motherly-yet-at-the-same-time-respectful tone that she would often speak to Spike in. “Only one more box to sort!” The two had been spending the day cleaning out Twi’s basement, as it had grown quite cluttered. The space was supposed to be used for her occasional delves into the world of mad science, and a clean mad scientist was a happy mad scientist. Although that was probably an oxymoron.
“What do you want me to do with this?” Spike asked, pulling a costume out of one box. Twilight looked at the purple and blue costume and chuckled a bit.
“I can’t believe I forgot to throw this out!” Twilight said. “Rainbow Dash would probably be annoyed if she knew I still had it.” She floated the Mare-Do-Well costume over, inspecting it. It was still in pristine condition, just the way she left it (save for a few creases from being folded in a box for so long). She had no need for it, though, and Dash’s reaction to seeing it was not one that she particularly wanted to witness.
“Should we throw it out?” Spike asked. A nod from Twilight sealed the deal.