A bleak sigh swept past the young stallions lips as he stepped out of his fine, air conditioned home and into the sweltering heat of today's sun, already feeling a bead of sweat forming on his brow.
"Of all places, why must mother and father send me THERE?!" The stallion spoke, obviously displeased by something that had happened. He stamped his front right hoof and grunted before starting down the grand staircase that led to his families front yard and garden, and then out the front gate and into the busy streets of Canterlot.
With him, he carried a knapsack. Inside were a few different trinkets, 5000 bits, and a note that stated his very specific directions.
"Dear Ms. Rarity." The letter started.
"In five weeks, the Ball of Swans shall be held in the Canterlot Palace gardens, and we have a significant problem that will put a complete halt on preparation. You see, the boutique owner in Canterlot, Ms. Frillie, has fallen ill from mysterious and unconfirmed origins and is unable to make the dresses needed for everypony who would be invited. We normally would not leave such a task to business so far and unfamiliar to us, but at the moment we have no other choice."
The letter went on to explain what the dresses were supposed to be, and when the deadline was. As well as the price.
The young stallion scoffed and rolled his eyes as he trotted briskly down a wide path, thinking about how girls and their parties had to be just perfect.
"A waste of time and money, for sure! This Rarity better do a good job, or else there WILL be consequences!"