Spike: “My dear Twilight, there is more to a young pony’s life than studying!”
Twilight Sparkle: Urrgh…
Spike: “So I’m sending you to supervise the preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration in this year’s location... Ponyville.”
Twilight Sparkle: <sigh> Yes, yes… Here are the rails, I shall follow them.
Rarity: Don’t let it bother you, dear. As railroading goes, this wasn’t the most egregious play I’ve ever seen.
Rarity: More importantly, grumpiness has a way of spreading across a table. Best to let it go.
Twilight Sparkle: Alright, alright.
Spike: “…AND, I have an even more essential task for you to complete. Make some friends!”
Twilight Sparkle: What’s that supposed to mean?
DM: He’s merely reading what’s in the letter…
Spike: C’mon, Twilight! Princess Celestia made you the Official Overseer of the Summer Sun Celebration! Doesn’t that make you happy?
Twilight Sparkle: After learning about a doomsday prophecy nobody believes? Not particularly.
DM: The pegasus chariot comes in for a landing in what appears to be the central plaza of the small, rural town of Ponyville.
DM: You can see many ponies going about their business in the vicinity of city hall. The rest of the town seems to branch out from here, built upon the surrounding hills.
Twilight Sparkle: Finally!
DM: Oh, it wasn’t a very long flight – Canterlot basically overlooks Ponyville. Also, aren’t you forgetting to thank somepony?
Twilight Sparkle: Oh, right. Thank you, sirs.
Pegasus Guard: You’re quite welcome, Miss Sparkle.
