That misty morning, Gran Bur had snuck little Rain Dance onto the train from Apple Loosa to PonyVille. He wanted her to live with ponies, but she didn't want to live with these strangers. She was a bison from the nomadic bison tribe. They were her family, not these strangers. Frowning her herself as she watched the town of Apploosa fade into the morning mist, the same way that Gran Bur had. "Why must I learn to be a pony? I was happy being the Bison I am." Rain Dance stomped as she turned away from window she had been looking. Taking to the other small window of the caboose of the train, the whistle sounding far to the front. "What do they have that is so special?"
She wasn't too interested in having that question answered, the small white and rainbow haired filly huffed in frustration. It was like the tribe didn't want her anymore, was this why Gran Bur put her on this contraption? To get rid of her? No, her tribe loved her as one of their own, there had to be a deeper meaning. One she was going to figure out then go back to the tribe.
"Treat it like a spirit quest. Each brave must find his place and this, little Rain Dance, is your quest." the words of the elder fluttered through her mind, making her odd colored eyes tear up.
"A spirit quest, To find my place..." She glanced out the window again at the vast open plains and passing cactus. "But what does going to this PonyVille have to do with that?"
Many questions, never any answers...
Zakiax
