Every bit of the journey had been favorable so far. The air was clear and slightly cold at night, underbrush and new leaves on trees sprang to life, and songbirds had begun to make their way back up from the South. A green Earth Pony stallion, somewhat following the pattern of the birds, also came from the South, though with a different purpose as he made his way towards Canterlot, the shining capital city of Equestria. It was newly morning when he skirted along the edge of the Whitetail Woods and made his way towards Ponyville- it was meant to be the last stop on his way to Canterlot. A smile grew on his lips as he trotted... he was ahead of schedule thanks to pushing himself, and decided that he could make a stop in the little town for a few hours.