11-08-2011, 04:45 PM
The festival was nearing its end. Salesponies were packing away their stalls and merchandise, and the bunting and streamers were being taken down and packed away. The paintings from the town hall were being brought back inside. One of the ponies who assisted the mayor thought he caught a gleam of light from the one of Avarice, but when he looked fully at the painting, there was nothing to be seen so he dismissed it as a trick of the light.
Clover yawned as she left the town square. She was tired, but determined to push on with her plan. She'd look out some spell books today and search thru them tomorrow.