Smile, Smile, Smile!

Or perhaps not...

As you silently wander through the bustling town you come across some very familiar reactions to your presence and some newer, far more discouraging ones as well. The common reaction is to look upon you with fear, your bared face causing many a mare and stallion to gasp in surprise and present you with a gaze of worry and trepidation. Mothers would carefully shield their foals with their body while males would raise themselves higher in an effort to appear unafraid of your piercing golden gaze. However, mixed among these looks of terror were ones of anger. Glares pierced out from the gloom of vendors stands, hateful stares flew from wide open courtyards, even some foals gave you a gaze of utmost contempt at you even being present. These glares only served to dampen your hope, the small candle you once held for this beautiful town slowly being snuffed out by the icy winds of rejection and hate.

As you walk you think what could cause this fury? What associations did your kind form when they first entered this small burg? Glancing at a glaring vegetable vendor carefully sharpening her chopping knives while never removing her stare from your form you can only guess it must have been something horrible and outlandishly wrong. Sighing softly to yourself you can tell that this town, despite your earlier claims, was not destined to be your home. Turning sharply you began to head back the way you came, your retreat accompanied by your tail between your legs and a pair of sky blue eyes almost pressed against your own.

Wait...what?

Blinking a few times you find that every inch of your vision is filled with an ocean of vibrant azure, two orbs of the purest cobalt peering into yours with a small black dot in the center of each, "Hiyah!"

Shouting in surprise you hop backward, one claw clutching over your chest as you speak, "Wh-Who!? What?! Huh?!"

Taking a moment to calm yourself and assess your situation you find yourself standing before a pony - a mare nonetheless - who is hysterically laughing herself silly on the ground before you. Her body is awash with a coat of vibrant pink to the point that even her mane and tail are only distinguished from the rest of her body by their slightly darker hue and the cotton candy like curls that they have formed into. Resting on the side of the mares hip is a small design showing a trio of balloons, something that you remember being called a 'cutie mark' if you were not mistaken.

For a good while the mare continues to laugh and you try to get your heart rate and breathing under control, a monumental task considering the scare the mare gave you as well as the embarrassment you felt at being surprised so easily. However, these emotions gradually submerge in favor for curiosity and confusion as the mare stands back up and gives you a smile as wide as a mile, "Sorry about that, I couldn't help myself! you were acting so gloomy and grumpy and you looked like a good scare would fix you right up!"

"Er...thanks," you mutter, quirking an eyebrow and letting your deep baritone voice utter out in a confused tone, "So uh...who are you?"

The pink mare's smile widens even more and says, "My name is Pinkie Pie but everypony just calls me Pinkie! What's your name!?"

Coughing a little you attempt a smile and speak, "My name is Gordan-"

"Oo oo oo! Can I cal yah Gordy?" Pinkie suddenly interrupts, her enthusiastic voice cutting through your own and allowing you only enough wits to nod dumbly at her request. Pinkie proceeds to hop onto her back legs and clap her hooves happily, her grin never faltering as she slings an arm over your shoulders, "Goody! Gordy you're now my new friend!"

Blinking a few times you mutter, "Friend?"

"Yep!" Pinkie bounces, "I love making friends, so much so that I'm friends with EVERYPONY in Ponyville and since you've got ten thousand two hundred and forty six bits on you I'm guessing you wanna buy a home here doncha, doncha, doncha?"

Your eyes grow wide in surprise, "H-How did you know that-"

"Pinkie Senses," Pinkie says as if you would innately understand, "But that's not answering my guess! Well? Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

Letting your mind work a little bit through the shock you **** yourself to relax and assess the situation rationally. This mare not only wasn't bothered by your appearance but ignored it for the sake of being friendly, even to the point of calling you her friend in ten seconds flat. This in itself was a monumental step forward and maybe, just maybe, if the townsfolk saw you could act civilly they would see the good your kind could do instead of the bad. With that thought in mind you gently returned Pinkies smile with a reserved one of your own and spoke, "Well, yes I would like to buy a home here. I've been wandering all around Equestria and I think I might just have found the right spot for me."

Pinkie bounced in place again, hopping much like you would expect a foal would on a pogo stick as she spoke, "That's just super dooper extra amazing! I so gotta throw you a welcome to Ponyville party only this one is gonna be super extra special cause you're the first griffin to move to ponyville permanently!"

"Really?" You ask with a gradually relaxing grin, "I think that would be really fun...friend."

As good as it felt to call someone friend Pinkie apparently felt it much harder, her smile widening even further as she nearly vibrated in place with joy, "That's extra super fantasmagicly amazing! I'm gonna go get started on that right now Gordy!"

Just as the mare is about to bounce away in rapture you stop her with a careful claw on her shoulder, her baby blue eyes turning toward you with curiosity as you speak, "Wait, before you go can you point me to where I can buy some land and maybe a house?"

For a moment you wonder why Pinkie's cheeks suddenly seem to be a slightly darker shade than the rest of her body but that is quickly thrown off as Pinkie stands up on her hind legs and points in some direction with an outstretched hoof, "Just head down this street and look for the really tall building with a broken roof! Derpy kind of destroyed town hall again but Mayor Mare is still working on the ground floor and I think all the property documents survived this time! See yah later Gordy!"

Like that Pinkie was off in a flash, her bouncing form disappearing around a random corner leaving you in the middle of town slightly confused but very optimistic. With a smile on your beak and a strengthened will you damn near parade through the fearful stares and furious glares...perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all!