Not many ponies would be awake at this time of morning but Bramble had always had a bit of a soft spot for the quiet of the morning, before the hustle and bustle of the rest of the day as other ponies awoke and started their daily activities. He enjoyed sitting at the fountain, listening to the soft sounds of water flowing, a book at his side. He generally didn’t read from it often, mostly to deter anypony who looked like they wanted to chat and, well, perhaps he sometimes got caught up in the story. All in all, it made for a nice, relaxing way to spend his mornings.
It had nothing to do with the pretty mare who opened her shop in the early morning, nope, not at all.
He had noticed her after his first couple of mornings. She radiated grace and elegance, from her jewelry to her soft colors, a soft whit