Typer, having never before been on a train, found the wavering and rocking to be quite disturbing and conjured images of the train falling from the track. Watching the other ponies calmed her slightly, there wasn't a single one screaming about how the train was going to blow up so she took it as a sign that all was normal.
Pony watching had always been very interesting to Typer, and now was no exception. Many of the ponies in her carriage were already here when the train came into the station and her imagination wandered, thinking of the places they might have come from, and where they might be going. Unfortunately Typer was just mature enough to recognise that their travels probably didn't involve princesses or evil, ancient unicorns to be battled, but she would always find it fun to pretend.
In her pony watching, a dark stallion caught her eye. He wasn't the only other pony to be travelling alone on his journey but he certainly seemed the saddest, had she been any closer she would have been sure that he was crying.
Remembering the caramel shortbread that her mother had packed for the trip Typer stood and began an almost trot towards the stallion, determined to cheer him with sugary delights.