>As if to answer your question, the stallion nodds, "Ponyville it is."
>He turns to face forward and his wings shoot out, starting to flap as he started trotting along the clouds
>You peek up over the back of the chariot to see the cart with all of your furniture going in the opposite direction
>Dad is the one that pulls you back in between the two, "Hey now, sweetie, you don't wanna fall now."
>*Why is our shit going that way and we're going this way!?*
>Mom laughs and nuzzles the back of your head, "Looks like someone's excited to see Ponyville."
>Sometimes not being able to talk has its perks. This isn't one of those times.
>Being sat in the middle of a flight used to suck back on Earth. You didn't get more leg room like you did in an aisle seat, and you didn't get a view like you did in a window seat.
>It's still like that in Equestria.
>Having nothing else to do you slump your head against Mom while the two talk.
>You really don't care what it is that they're saying and instead just want to hurry up and get off of this ride.
>Time passes pretty slowly, but eventually you hear the stallion call back, "All right, and here we are! Ponyville! Founded by the Apple Family some odd years ago and built up thanks to their legendary 'Zap Apple Jam'. The market's known to be quite the den of hagglers, and overall it's a nice town. Just be wary of the Everfree Forest while you're here."
>While the stallion does his little monologue, he touches down onto the ground near Town Hall.
>You're far too busy leaning forward and looking out the sides of the chariot to pay much attention, though.
>While you were a bit upset about not going to Fillydelphia to settle in, you're in fucking PONYVILLE!
>This is where the SHOW takes PLACE!
>!!!
 
>You're far too eager for your own good as you hop off the seat once the chariot comes to a full and complete stop and start crawling towards the edge of the chariot
>Dad is quick to scoop you up, "Not so fast, there, Anny. We gotta pay the stallion first."
>He walks over towards the stallion and pulls out a hoofful of bits, "Now hold out your hooves Anny."
>A bit confused by the request, you sit down with an unnoticeable crinkle and hold both of your hooves up.
>Dad deposits the bits into your hooves carefully and turns you around, "Now give them to him."
>The stallion smiles and externally d'awwws as you hold the bits up to him.
>He takes them and ruffles your mane, "Such a cutie pie. Anny was it?"
>With a nod from Dad the stallion keeps going on, "Well I'm Spruce Goose. A pleasure to meet you."
>*Damn straight it is.*
>While Mom got out of the chariot, Dad and Spruce talked a bit. Not too interested in the conversation, you were able to pick up that you were still heading to Fillydelphia. You were just taking
>*All aboard the rape train, motherfuckers! Choo choo!*
>The three all laugh as you seem to be able to accurately babble out 'Choo choo' and even have the tooting motion with a hoof.
>"Guess it won't be her first time on a train."
>Mom and Dad keep quiet about that, you assume adoptive parents don't really go talking about their adopted children as not their children.
>Makes sense.
>Either way, they talk some more before finally saying farewell and making you wave a hoof at Spruce before they start walking along.
 
>"So, we've got a couple hours until we have to be at the train station. You wanna check out the sights?"
>"Sure! Where should we start?"
>"Hmmm... How about the market? Get some snacks for the train ride, y'know."
>Dad smiles down at you as he keeps going, "Maybe find some Whatchamacallits for Anny here."
>While Whatchamacallits may have not been your favorite food back on Earth, they sure as hell were turning out to be that way here. And if your thoughts hadn't told you that, the excited wiggling you were doing in Dad's hooves probably would have been a dead give away.
>Mom observed the wiggling then looked to Dad who gave her a grin, "That's two to one, honey."
>She sighs, "Market it is, then. I swear, sometimes I think you're just a stomach with wings."
>"And that's when I remind you that that's exactly what I am, dear."
>The two laugh, and you can't help but giggle a bit.
>And so off you were, to the market.