Re: Sweet Apple Acres
Xing Ming was not pleased about having to walk to Sweet Apple Acres by herself from the train station. Her ears were down and her head stooped, sweat on her brow from pulling the little wagon of supplies along with her saddlebags under the bright sun. She had, of course, been offered help to take the items to the farm for her, but she had been far, far too shy to accept it. Luckily, it wasn't all that far from the train station, and soon enough, she came up onto the farm.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, there were several ponies outside, and she shrank down for a moment. She recognized one of the ponies from a picture her mother had shown her - an older pony, whom she would feel more comfortable meeting, that she knew was named Granny Smith, and whom her mother told her to find. She stayed still and quiet at the gate for a few moments, before she rose up, took in a deep breath to steady herself, and finally came forward into the farm proper, where the other ponies were standing about. She ducked her head slightly, knowing that she would be noticed, in no small thanks to the very squeaky wheel on her cart.
At last, she came up to them, her head down all the way. There was a moment of quiet, and finally, she spoke. Kind of. "Nihao..."