Berry Punch walked slowly through town. Ponyville was busy this afternoon with ponies selling and buying, or doing whatever it is they had to do. Not that it mattered to her what they did. She had her own business to do. A part of her hated doing this, but she couldn't not do it.
Though the market square is crowded, Roseluck's store is easy enough to find. She comes here on the same day every year, and it has not moved from it's location in the past fifteen years. She makes sure that she has the bits ready as she opens the door.
"Hey Berry, I have your flowers all ready for you," Roseluck tells her. Berry pays for them, saying her thanks. On any other day, she would be more willing to stop and talk for a while, but today is different. Roseluck understands, of course, and Berry heads back out the door. With the bouquet safely in her saddlebags, she starts her trek out of town. It's a beautiful day for a walk too. The air is just crisp enough so even though a pony may have a ways to walk