Title:           A Visit
Author:          Hobbes1914
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First Edit:      Tuesday 16th of August 2016 08:33:37 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 16th of August 2016 08:33:37 PM CDT

A Visit
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>It was time for the annual town summer picnic. Though rain has forced the crowd inside, spirits were still high. Ponies talked, laughed, and ate- until mayor quickly rushed out from the storm and into the building.
>”All of you, listen! I don’t have time to explain, just play along!”
>Less than five seconds later, a large figure stepped into the building. It was cloaked in a large poncho, and dripping from the rain outside.
>”Everypony, please give a warm welcome to, um, what was your name?”
>”Comrade Ivanovich.”
>Please welcome Comrade Ivanovich! She, erm, hails from the northern regions, I think. Make yourself comfortable, comrade.
>”Comrade Ivanovich” dropped her poncho, revealing a… strangely familiar figure. She had a white coat. Where her mark would have been, there obscured by a piece of paper with a crudely drawn sickle and snarling bear in the background.
>Ivanovich also sported a large, jet black mustache. Her hair however, was neatly tucked under an ushanka. Underneath the hat, something seemed to be… glowing?
>Despite many odd looks, “Ivanovich”, headed toward a table and sat down. Conversation stopped immediately.
>Comrade looked around nervously. “Well, keep talking. I hoped to hear some wonderful stories from the people of this land.”
>Remembering the mayor’s earlier orders, the townsponies obliged. They talked about apple farms, of marketplace chats, of a lazy days spent with not a care in the world. All things that a royal might not experience too much.
>All things that a royal might miss a bit once in awhile.
>Ivanovich checked her watch, and began to walk out of the hall. As she left, the mayor rushed up.
>Ivanovich, I wanted to give you these three cakes, as a present for your trip. One can get very hungry on the road north!”
>And with that, Comrade Ivanovich set off on the road south, towards the castle, munching on cake all the way.