Alright. So she didn't know how to react. How exactly do you respond to walking out of one of the most luxurious showers you've ever had and ended up face-to-face with the very animal you were aiming to become. Well, in Clover's case she just stood and stared for a very long awkward moment as the red-haired pony nickered at her. A cute noise that she couldn't help but smile at. She bit her lip slightly. She'd been told she could SAY anything. Maybe this was some sort of test? Already she was second-guessing herself and how she should respond at this moment. Yes and No didn't translate well to asking why someone was in her bedroom.
The pony, however, solved this issue for her. The redheaded pony offered her a curious and polite curtsy before turning and walking out onto her balcony and with her currently unbound hands, climbed down the trellis that climbed up on either side of the balcony.
Clover hurried after her, "W...wait!" She called out. Pausing and covering her mouth. Oops.
She walked out onto the balcony and peeks over the edge, watching the pony climb down to the ground. The redhead turn and offered her a playful wink and then trotted down the smooth stone pathway leading away from the mansion and towards the huge two-story barn in the distance.
Clover furrowed her brow a bit in confusion. Why exactly had one of the ponies climbed into her room? Was that normal...? She huffed slightly and shook her head, deciding to digest that odd fact later. For now, she'd let the image of the fully tacked-up female linger in her mind and make her smile about what the future could potentially hold for her. Or, as the balcony was forcing her to do. Look out over the scene before her.
She walked to the edge of the balcony and for the first time, looked out over the true Tall Tails. The facility she'd come to. Before her was a long stone path leading to a roundabout in front of an older-looking two-story barn. Branching out on either side of it were various what she assumed were grazing fields based on several of them holding tacked-up ponies lazing about in the sunlight. Interspersed between the fields were training areas. From what she could make out at this distance without her glasses, there was one with ponies running around in an odd-looking circle, one where a few were racing around poles? She stared at the scene before her in absolute awe.
Crisp white fencepost's grabbed at her attention, rolling fields of grass and the many curious sounds now greeting her ears had her lost a little bit in a world not her own. A distant crack of a whip, the sharp whinny of response. The sound of hooves clip-clopping on the concrete path as the redheaded pony trotted away from the balcony on the dark cement. Clover slumped a little bit, staring at it with an almost envy in her eyes.
"Quite a scene. Isn't it?" Came a voice suddenly from behind her.
Clover turned about to see Miss Aria standing there with a smile on her face and holding a plastic card. Clover almost opened her mouth to respond, but caught herself and stomped her foot once awkwardly. Wincing a little at the painful shock that ran through her bare foot.
Aria chuckled, "Careful. You'll hurt yourself before you get some hooves on those feet." She brushed past Clover to stand at the edge of the balcony, looking over the facility, "This used to be my room before we made it into the prospect room. I love this view." She eyed the redheaded pony trotting down the laneway and grinned a little bit, "Got to see one up close did you?" She cast a stern gaze on Clover.
Clover couldn't hold that gaze. She diverted it instead to her toes wiggling against the cement. Aria's head popped into her vision, looking up at her. She chuckled, "I already know the answer. Daydream is always the rather curious pony when it comes to new ponies. If you ever need help, she's a good one to ask for it."
Clover nodded, still staring at her feet. Aria stood up and looked over the facility below and smiled, "You'll be down amongst them all tomorrow, Pony. Things will not be quite as relaxed as they are now, nor quite as comfortable. But, based on our initial interactions. I think you're going to enjoy yourself. Ponyplay has a certain kind of magic about it that brings many back begging for more." She put playful emphasis on the 'begging' part and winked at Clover.
Clover blushed and turned her eyes over the many curious places below.
"Mistress Aria! We're doing basic with some of the older ponies today on the whip circle, want to come to watch?" A call came up from below where a brown-haired woman dressed in crisp white breeches, tall leather riding boots, and a white collared blouse. She was standing on the ground just outside the mansion looking up at the pair of them on the balcony.
Aria let out a playfully dramatic sigh, "Come watch the ponies work? How will I survive in the hot summer sun dealing with such torture?"
The woman below laughed, "Yes...how torturous it must be to enjoy such things. You coming?"
"Can I bring a guest?"
