Faris has once again landed behind Pistachio’s property. More specifically a lake that he takes a drink from.

Faris makes a loud landing by the lake. (Pistachio )

Faris is still resting at the lake far away behind Pistachio’s farm if he’s still curious.

“Zzzzz....zzzz...” (Pistachio )

“Zzzzzz.....zzzz” He snores. (Pistachio

“Zzzzz....” He perks a bit to Pistachio’s approach, but doesn’t quite wake. Seems friendly enough though.

“Zzzz...” Somepony is watching him. He half opens his eyes and glances at Pistachio

Yaaaaaawn. “Heya. Can I help you?” He asks Pistachio

“My name’s Faris. I uhh...kinda get around a lot.” He sits up and looks around before looking down at Pistachio. “Sorry, am I on your property?”

“I get that a lot.” Faris says to Pistachio. “I’m what’s called a Salamence. A dragon type Ponèmon.”

“That’s what I am. My friends and family call me Faris though.” (Pistachio )

“It’s nice to meet you, Pistachio.” He smiles back. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to rest here for tonight. I’ll be out of your manes tomorrow morning.

“Thanks Pistachio! Hey, if you and your family ever need a ride to someplace across the sea, call out for me. I take fares to places like Haywaii and back as a financial sideline, but I’d be willing to offer a free ride.”

“You too, Pistachio. And thanks again.” Faris rests his head. And not even a second later, he’s already asleep.

Faris stands in the line to see Princess Celestia. ...Technically, he WAS an earth pony.

“How did you figure?” He smiles jokingly at Princess Celestia. “Was it my hat or my not-so-ponyish-stature?”

“Happy Earth Day to you too.” Faris bows his head to Princess Celestia. “It’s a beautiful spring day, huh? I love flying beneath the spring sun.”

His eyes widen. Detects sarcasm coming from Princess Celestia. He dryly chuckles. “Well I also like walking too. And eating grass and flowers.”

Faris sincerely thanks Princess Celestia, takes the bouquet into his mouth, and leaves the throne room. By walking.

Will NOT be petting Princess Celestia’s nose. As scaly claws kinda tend to make pony shoots a bit sore. He isn’t even attending the festival. Just doing a lot of thinking. Thinking about that statement that Celly made. “You are decidedly less pony....”