The inspiration for this story was from when I helped my dad out carrying stone slabs to a skip as I call it, which is a large bin, which needs to be carried by trucks and stuff.
The casino, Lucky Whispers, was located within the southern area of Las Haygas, and the front took on the typical depictions, you would expect from its title, the mouth of a pony whispering out lucky charms and the title of the casino outside. This small-time casino was owned by the very same angelic earth pony performer, Ninix Whisperdream, and her unicorn husband, Lucky Cloudschop.
MLP Timestamp: Three months before the Canterlot wedding.
Location: Lucky Whispers rooftop garden.
Day stamp: Late morning.
Fenix comes casually trotting into this simple, yet expansive garden. The theme of the garden, was a lush paved opening in a forest, as opposed to the tropical ones seen nearby beaches, as most casinos enjoy to use. It was simple, but it was relaxing, and the open roof could make the sunset and the night time made a romatic setting for any couples that wanted to spend time together, after having fun with the slots and cards.
Today the garden was closed off to the public, as the stone walkways needed to be raised from the ground and lowered into the large skip on the ground floor. With his wings, it’d be an easy task, but his lack of muscle mass will make the challenge difficult none the less. Or it would be if he wasn’t being helped by another pegasus in the family.
“There you are, Fen! Over here!”
A rough, and decently aged voice called him over. The voice belonged to an old pegasus, wearing his signiture blue-tinted shades, a bullet-holed denim beret, and a blood-red pinstripe vest with the sigil of an old gang he once operated in. While you may think most elderly ponies as looking brittle and weak, Sanji Wshisperdream was very much close to being opposite that, with a wing span wide enough to rival Princess Luna, and the bulky legs and torso the wings had to carry. A flying tank of a pony if you were to ever seen one, and a living image of pegasus vangards in the days of old.
“So I guess we have a heavy day ahead of us, gramps.” Fenix said with obvious annoyance and dread in his voice.
“The unicorns and a few other pegasus I hired will help us out with safely levitating the slabs to the ground floor, and then we’ll just rinse and repeat. At least the casino will be closed until we finish remaking the garden, so no need to worry about drunks trying to get in.” He replied, with a hint of dismay.
“Oh be honest, you love smacking a few drunks around, gramps.”
“Aye, that’s correct, Fen. Do you still keep up the training?”
“Have you not seen how thin my arms and legs look?”
The old pegasus chuckled to himeslf, before heading over to the edge of the garden, where the old slabs were neatly stacked.
Sanji took the first slab off the stacks and started to carry it down on his own with a small hint of struggle in his aged wings.
Fenix started to pick up his own slab, but a white aura surrounded it and helped him carry it easier.
Location: Lay Haygas outskirts, few miles from Fenix’s house.
Day stamp: Evening.
“I just know my legs are going to ache in the morning.” Fenix grumbled.
“Hahahaha! That’s the price of working hard and honest, Fen.” Sanji replied, with assurance.
“I’m not built for heavy lifting, unlike you, gramps.”
“Well you can’t say you didn’t have fun helping out though, right?”
“That much is true. At least it gave me something to do, other than setting up advertisments to help out Lucky Whispers.”
“I guess the whole nightmare-busting thing isn’t working too well for you?” Sanji asked with slight concern.
“You could say that.” Fenix responded, “Not like I’m willing to let my talent be fully known, and not many ponies or their pets have persistant nightmares.”
“Give it time, and I’m sure you’ll become famous around the world, with nightmare-troubled ponies looking for aid.”
“And if that happens, I’ll wear that silly hat of your’s.”
“Hey! This beret is vintage, and has been with me for a long time, so pay it more respect.” Sanji said nudging him playfully.
“How did your beret get a bullet hole, and where did you get it from? You’ve never told me those stories.”
Sanji stopped walking and sighed softly, before looking off into the distance.
“We all have those stories, we’re not too fond of talking about, Fen. But it can make them feel better to tell if you’re able to share them with others. I suppose.”
====Story reference: http://askfenix.tumblr.com/post/30326556488/the-village-of-griffins-and-ponies ====
Location: Fenix’s house
Day stamp: Late evening
“So earlier today when you were stuggling on your own with the slabs, was that the old back wound setting in again?” Fenix asked.
“Yeah.” Sanji replied with an annoyed gruff.
“Must have been so hard for you and the others.”
“Things got easier when the town was rebuilt, and the raiders who destoryed the old one were caught by the gaurds.”
“If things were any different-“
“If you gave me a chance when I was younger, I would have enjoyed slowly killing them, but if they were given to me now, I would have just thrown them out, even if they desperately wanted me to kill them.”
“I see. Thank you for telling me about your past. I always thought you were the tough and rough pony, who didn’t care much about others in his younger days. Still think that, minus the thing about you not caring for others.”
Sanji only chuckled and hugged Fenix softly before taking his leave.
Fenix walked inside his home, smiling with a renewed opinion of his Grandfather.