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The Sugar Isles are located on the Sugar Sea, beyond the Love Isles.

The Sugar Sea is named such because its waters are just a bit sweeter than one would expect. It is fabled that the Sugar Isles are what makes the water sweet. Perhaps the sugary sand washing into the peridot water makes it so. Or perhaps it has something to do with the very magic that keeps the Isles and its inhabitants safe and happy.

Not even the natives know what caused the Sugar Isles to form. The most popular story among the natives involves a pony that wanted a special place filled with rainbows, butterflies and sugar, most importantly cookies. The one who created Azuyan could not help but to look upon this one with a smile and agree that such a place was indeed needed. A place that was ever innocent and carefree. This wish was thus granted and a small group of ponies soon settled in this special place where lollipop trees grow wild and butterflies flutter freely. It is also home to the Sugar Faes, the only place in all of Azuyan where they can be found.

The water surrounding the Sugar Isles is a peculiar light lime. At certain times it appears much lighter as though someone squeezed the color from the sea, making it a very barely there pale green. Yet when a storm brews on the horizon the water turns a much brighter lime green as though something truly terrifying is about to approach but never does. Normally the sea is calm, quietly it laps at the shores, never in a hurry to go anywhere as there is nowhere else it would rather be.

Islands in the Chain:

Sugar Isle
Fudge Isle
Candy Isle
Chocolate Isle
Cookie Isle
Marshmallow Isle
Gumdrop Isle
Isle of Spices
Bittersweet Isle (Has drifted and none realize it still falls within their cluster.)

The main island is the Sugar Isle. This is the largest of the islands in the chain and happens to be where all major celebrations are held. It is also the Island that the Sugar Faes frequent most. When visitors come to the isles this is where they are first brought. It is the most populated of the isles in the cluster.

Fudge Isle is of average size. The terrain is a mixture, there are flat meadows and rocky hills, there are also large mountains (Double Cluster Peaks) looming over the entire western side of the isle. Double Cluster Peaks is mined for fudge. By no means the same type of fudge as one would buy in most bakeries. It is a harder fudge that is quite smooth and melts very easily in your mouth. No one pony or company owns the rights to mine the mountains. Anyone who wishes to mine them can. If they so wish they are allowed to keep or sell the fudge they've mined. A select group of markets and merchants will often buy the fudge from those who are willing to sell. Most though are none too interested as it only sells well during the Sugar Festival, at which point it is almost unheard of for locals to not eat at least one piece. The Fudge Isle is the least inhabited of the isles in the chain. It is without question the quietest of the isles. The capital of the isle is Chipper Town. Because fudge is so common here it is not unheard of for those who live here to have a roof made of fudge or even their entire house. Granted it can get a little melty in warmer weather, but for those who do not wish to cut down trees or have supplies brought in from other places it is a ready material that they have access to. The mountains, Double Cluster Peaks, have a growing population of Cho-coos that call it home. Due to these wild cats roaming the upper parts of the mountains locals tend to keep towards the base and will not go near them at all once the sun begins to set. Though the wild cats leave the natives in peace they have made it known those who tread upon their home will face their wrath. Of course that may just be lore given no one can recall Cho-coos ever attacking anyone. Still it is best to leave these wild cats alone.

Candy Isle is of average size. If it were not for the various vegetation on the isle one could see as far as the eye would let them, for the isle is completely smooth and flat. Gum-tees are plentiful and several small forests of Lolli-tops grow all over the isle. Hallowed out Pep O' Mint Trees make excellent homes in the lesser populated areas of this isle. Perhaps one of the most colorful places in the Sugar Isles is the capitol here, Gummi Vale. Here homes are painted in an array of bright colors, windows are made to look like melted lollipops and sugar-lips line the streets. For many this place has a look and feel as if something from a dream. Perhaps it is in a way a combination of all the dreams foals dream of a place brimming with sugar and where homes are made out of sweets.

Chocolate Isle is of average size. The isle is mostly wide open and flat. There are a few hills, but nothing grand. This isle is mainly devoted to farming. Because it is the only place in the Sugar Isles that the precious chocolate plants are able to grow, sugar plants also do quite nicely here. There is a chocolate museum and amusement park in the isle's capital, Cocoaburg. The amusement park offers rides such as the Chocolate Express (an exhilarating boat ride that takes one down the Chocolate Chute), The Ripple (a fast paced rollercoaster ride), Double Dipper (a bungee style ride that drops the rider after which they shoot back up and fall back down several times in a matter of seconds) and the Merry-Go-Cocoa (the rider sits in a large cocoa cup, complete with saucer and twirls around the floor). The Museum of Chocolate tells of the first pony to have eaten chocolate, how the precious beans were discovered, the first time the beans were used in baking and shows many of the early inventions used to make chocolaty sweets. By no means a hot spot for visitors, it seems to be of more interest to the locals of the isles, who wish to remember the proud history of chocolate. While visitors do come to the isle few stay for more than a few hours, just long enough to enjoy the rides the amusement park has to offer and occasionally take a quick stroll through the museum. Cocoaburg is in the heart of the isle, which could explain why so few travelers bother to visit it.

Cookie Isle is the second largest of the islands in the chain. It is also home to the Cookie Bushes, the only place in the Sugar Isles where these tasty bushes grow. A wonderful plant that grows cookies. Yes, cookies. The cookies begin small like a blueberry and are not ready to be harvested until they are the size of saucers. Most cookie bushes grow chocolate chip cookies; there are a few sugar, peanut butter, ginger and oatmeal raisin as well. No other varieties are known at this time. Though local scientists on the isle are always trying to create new hybrids. The vast majority of houses and buildings here are round, like a cookie. In the southeast portion of the isle lies the capitol, Gingerton. It is here that both the culinary school (The Silver Spoon) and the laboratory (Molasses Labs, where their motto is 'Science is sweet but sticky.') reside. Many exceptional bakers leave The Silver Spoon and venture out into Azuyan to leave their sweet mark behind. The Silver Spoon is a spacious building with many large windows, the double glass doors at the front have handles shaped to look like silver spoons. Molasses Labs is an impressive building with an enormous greenhouse taking up almost one third of its space. It is here that scientists tinker with making new hybrids of Cookie Bushes or trying to unlock the secret to why foals love sugar so; among many more useful things. It is also here where the Molasses Lagoon is nestled in the midst of the northwestern section of the isle. A sticky place where few will venture for it is far too easy to become trapped within the Lagoon. It is here that Monsger lives.

Marshmallow Isle is just under average size, fourth smallest in the Sugar Isles. Many who visit swear the isle feels as though it were about to sink beneath the water never to be seen again. It is true that the land is moist; almost having a spring like quality to it when one walks the ground pops back up after having sunk down from where a hoof was. There is a marsh like nature to the isle, perfect for Shell Ponies who are unafraid of possibly falling through the ground and into the sea. Sundae Vale is the capitol of this isle and luckily for those who venture to it near the northwest side by the shore. It is there one will find natives discussing the wonders of marshmallows and the many delights to be made with them. Though sugar does grow on the isle there is little else that will. Of course that doesn't stop the natives from trying to come up with a way to grow marshmallows like sugar there.

Gumdrop Isle is the third smallest in the chain. Once bountiful in color it is now a paradise all in purple. It is here that the Purple Penguin Ponies reside. From sea the island looks to be a dense wilderness made up of many trees, this though is not true. Though trees do encircle the entire island giving it a wild look the main portion of the island is open and spacious. Trees and shrubs dot the area breaking it up and giving it a pleasant appearance. In order to reach the center of the island one must venture through the forest that protects it. If one does not venture from the path they choose they will reach the center of the island within about ten minutes after docking at the only sandy spot near the water's edge.

Isle of Spices is a very small cluster of isles, truly the smallest in the Sugar Isles. The isles are so small that no one lives on them. Spices grow wild and the natives frequent the small shores to gather much needed spices to make their delicious goodies. Nowhere within the Sugar Isles can spices be found in stores. As they grow wild any who need some venture to the Isle to collect what is needed. Within the Isle of Spices one can find: ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, allspice and clo-ice. The small spots of land are so close to one another that one wonders if perhaps they were once connected, they form a half circle and happen to be the closest in the Sugar cluster to the Love Isles. While it may be a group of extremely small isles the natives refer to them as one isle, hence the name.

Bittersweet Isle is the second smallest isle in the chain. The isle got it's name from the Bitterheart Plant that grew exclusively on it. There are pictures of the plants in books and some try experimenting to recreate it but to no avail. It was a green plant with large red flowers, frequently it was used as a flavoring in various dishes; sweet but with a slight undertone of bitterness to it. The isle while part of the Sugar Isles was bought and privately owned by the Thornspike family. They agreed to tend the plants and sell them back at a fair price, which was done for many years. The isle began to slowly drift though. It was little at first and barely noticeable. Over time though the drifting became quite obvious. Though the family tried in vain to find a way to stop it, as did the scientists on Cookie Isle, it continued to move further from the Sugar Isles chain. Most believe the isle drifted and then sank, some like to think it drifted off and is now part of another chain. Where it is or if it still exists at all the natives do not know.

Butters Ville is the capitol of not only Sugar Isle but of the entire chain as well. It is nestled near the waters edge just a short distance from the Peppermint Port.

Streets you should know in Butters Ville:

Dumpling Boulevard = The main road through town. Most shops/businesses are either on Dumpling Boulevard or on a street just off of it.

Brittle Road = Just past Carmel Street on Dumpling Boulevard. Would need to turn left to get to it.

Cider Drive = Turn right on Dumpling Boulevard to get to it.

Caramel Street = Turn left on Dumpling Boulevard to get to it.

Sprinkle Avenue = Just past Cider Lane on Dumpling Boulevard. Would need to turn right to get to it.

Cobbler Street = After turning left on Brittle Road, would need to go down about half a mile. Than turn right and you will be on Cobbler Street. It is not marked.

Nectar Lane = Just past Brittle Road on Dumpling Boulevard. Would need to turn left to get to it.

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Weather:

The temperature rarely drops below forty degrees and does not go higher than the mid-eighties. The isles seem to be in an ever spring like state. A gentle breeze often blows. As though on cue it rains every Tuesday morning, the rain is always a gentle, soaking rain that lasts for a couple of hours. Days are sunny and bright. Clouds may float by overhead; those that do are always wispy and tend to remind one of cotton candy that has been pulled apart.

From the last week of November through the first week of March the isles receive a light dusting of snow instead of rain each Tuesday morning. It is rare for the snow to stay around long, unless the isles are experiencing a cold front that drops them well below forty degrees.

Animals found on the Isles:

Sugar Bugs are welcomed by all in their gardens. They are white with pink spots on their backs (think like a ladybug just different colors). Not overly common but not rare by any means either.

Honeybees are often seen buzzing about flowers or traveling to and from their hives. The bees are striped yellow and honey brown. They are not concerned about the Sugar Faes or ponies who take their honey; for they make so much they have no use for it.

Lem-ops are bright yellow frogs with blue spots all over their bodies. Harmless, the frogs are often doted upon by foals and young Sugar Faes who are known for making mud pies and leaving fresh bugs in them for the frogs. Lem-ops can be found anywhere on any of the Isles; except for the Isle of Spices. Their favorite places to dwell are anywhere near a pond or in the Lollipop Forests. Often kept as pets, especially by foals.

Rock Kits are a domestic cat that is native to the Sugar Isles, their hair is short. Coloring varies from a very soft pale silver to an inky black, they are always solid in color. Eyes are always a yellow-green. Sweet tempered, affectionate, purrs easily, little on the talkative side with meowing. They also enjoy nibbling on fresh apples. There are a handful of dedicated breeders that keep the lines pure and ensure that all Kits have that wonderful personality that makes them a favorite on the isles. Kept as pets. They are not sold in stores, you can get one from a breeder only and only when old enough to leave their mother.

Mallowoofs are a small - medium sized dog (about the same size as a Corgi). Velvety soft the dogs come in an array of pastel colors; soft yellow, baby pink, pastel blue, mint green and lavender too. Their eyes are always a shade darker than that of their coat. Loyal, happy, fun loving dogs. They enjoy playing fetch and going for long walks. Kept as pets. They are not sold in stores, you can get one from a breeder only and only when old enough to leave their mother.
(Credit for the idea goes to Raining Rose. Thank you.)

Corn-Dogs are a medium sized dog (would be about the size of an Australian Shepperd) with short and somewhat stiff fur. Milk chocolate brown color, except for legs which are white that fade to yellow and the paws are orange (like candy corn). Eyes are either yellow or brown. Intelligent, alert, good for herding, watchful and protective (especially of young foals), happy, even tempered. There are a handful of dedicated breeders that keep the lines pure. Kept as pets. They are not sold in stores, you can get one from a breeder only and only when old enough to leave their mother.
(Credit for the idea goes to Malovane Dawaki. Thank you.)

Nibblets are mice of average size, with ears that are shaped more like a piece of corn. They range in color from white to a soft cinnamon brown. Eyes are either brown or black. Bright eyed and curious, Nibblets enjoy tagging along with their pony companion, good natured. There are a handful of dedicated breeders that keep the lines pure. Kept as pets. They are not sold in stores, you can get one from a breeder only and only when old enough to leave their mother.

Prism Larks are a small bird (about the size of a Parakeet) with feathers all the color of the rainbow. Quite literally the bird is a living rainbow with the spectrum of colors upon it's feathers. Top of the head is red, the face is orange and the throat is yellow, chest is green, wings begin green and change to blue, rest of the body is blue with tail feathers starting out blue and quickly changing to purple. On the top of their heads are wisps of delicate feathers that resemble bits of cotton candy that trail down towards the back of their neck, these feathers are white. Before they hatch the eggs are soft, almost like marshmallows, and always a brilliant blue with yellow and green speckling. The birds possess a beautiful voice and their merry chipping song can be heard in the homes of many throughout the isles. Kept as pets. They are not sold in stores, you can get one from a breeder only and only when old enough to leave their mother.
(Credit for the idea goes to LadyTulipan. Thank you.)

Honey Bears stick mostly to the Lollipop Forests. They will venture from the forests on very rare occasion. The bears are a soft golden honey color, which is where they get their name. No larger than a Polar Bear cub when they are grown, Honey Bears are not a threat to those who call the Isles home. Gentle and easy going in nature, the bears appear to have never outgrown that innocent cub stage. Being a wild animal they are never kept as pets. The natives are very much against any who wish to make them into pets and are quite vocal about it should someone try to do so (most often a visitor who knows no better).

Butter Buns can be seen hoping freely in meadows or on the outskirts of towns. Very few are made into pets. Most would rather see them out in the wild. Butter Buns are either white, soft yellow, light brown or some combination of those colors. Their eyes are always brown and their tails are always white. They are usually the size of an adult cat. Butter Buns are the Sugar Isles version of rabbits. They are slightly larger and their fur is puffier than normal rabbits. At a glance they can be mistaken for a giant puffball.

Foxitts are most often seen in open meadows or around the Peppermint Port. Rarely will they venture far from the Port. The fox like animals are not much bigger than Butter Buns. Foxitts have a white mask around their eyes, the bottom half of their tails is also white, they have white stockings on all four feet. The rest of the animals is a rusty red. Their noses are always black and their eyes are always yellow-green. They are quick, agile and sure footed. Foxitts enjoy crabs and shrimp, sometimes they will eat fish. They do not care for Butter Buns nor will they eat sweets. Viewed as a wild animal the natives are very much against keeping one as a pet.

Flossies are normally found on farms. They are raised for their wool. In most every way they are just like sheep; the one thing that sets them apart is their coats. Flossies normally have either pale pink, baby yellow, mint green or a soft blue colored wool coat. On very rare occasions a light lilac, pale cyan or a soft peach will turn up; those are extremely rare colors though and very much prized by those who manage to have them in their flocks. Flossies were named such due to the resemblance the animals' coats have to cotton candy.

Cho-coos are very similiar in size to a Snow Leopard, when full grown the top of their head comes to the top of the shoulder on an Earth Pony. This wild cat is mostly found on the Fudge Isle, normally in the mountains, Double Cluster Peaks. Dark brown in color, it is often mistaken for being black, with a soft brown muzzle. Eyes are a golden brown that seems to glow in the dark. Very protective of their territory and their young, it is not wise to intrude upon their home. Never kept as pets.

Sky Drops can be seen flying all over the Isles. These bright birds are a vivid blue with black around their eyes and beak and a splash of cyan on their foreheads. Often they are found in parks feasting on crumbs that someone has given them. They have sweet voices that seem to chirp an old forgotten melody that is comforting to foals.

Butterflies are seen everywhere about the Isles fluttering, their wings glistening like polished frosting in the sunlight. The quiet creatures come in every color imaginable and vary in size.

Robins, Blue Jays, Morning Doves and Cardinals while not plentiful are still common. Often they are found in yards or in parks.

There are cows, chickens and ducks on the Isles as well. Though both cows and chickens can only be found on farms, of which there is a very small handful. Ducks are most often seen in parks or open meadows.

Underwater wildlife: lobsters, yellowtail fish, neon rainbow fish and puffer fish are plentiful; shrimp, clams, starfish and parrotfish while not uncommon are not as easy to find.

Snapper Eels are rarely seen swimming about the Isles. The long reddish eel has a spicy flavor to it, something like cayenne peppers but seasoned with a sprinkle of sugar, which is where they get their name.

Arin-laas are a bright orange colored crab with a streak of yellow that goes around the entire outside edge of the animal's shell. They live in the waters around the Isles and are frequently seen on the beach near the Port. Large claws have been known to pinch more then one inquisitive foal who got their nose too close to the crustaceans.

The Polished Hoof: The spa is on Dumpling Boulevard. It is the first business you see as you enter town by way of Peppermint Port. The spa is owned by a pair of human sisters, Violet and Iris. One can spend the day at the spa or just drop in to have their hair done. A pony spending the day at the spa can expect a soak in the heated pool, a massage, a full body grooming, a hoof trim, as well as having their hair done and a facial. If a pony wants they do offer seaweed wraps and salt baths. The building is between bright and dark purple in color with a bright white roof and large double glass doors with the name of the spa written in cursive in a silvery purple color with an upturned silver leaf underneath it. Inside the walls are a soft lilac, the floor is white tile and the reception area consists of a desk that is in the shape of a half circle made out of chrome. Behind the desk hangs a close-up picture of violets and irises under a pale blue sky. There are a few plush purple chairs in the waiting area as well as two small lime trees in dark purple ceramic pots. When leaving the reception/waiting area you go through white double doors that lead down a white marble hall. The hall is wide enough for four ponies to walk side by side. It is rare for more than two ponies to be in the hall at the same time. On either side of the hall are rooms. They are clearly marked as to what is done inside. At the end of the hall is the hair salon, which is wide open and spacious.

Sweet Tooth Delights: The bakery is on Dumpling Boulevard. The building is a soft brown with a mint green roof that hangs over the sides of the building, much like frosting drips down the sides of a cake. Double glass doors take you inside. On the doors is the name of the bakery in a frosty looking mint written in calligraphy. Straight in front of you once entering the bakery is a large glass display case filled with several different kinds of cakes, cookies, pies, streusels, muffins, bars and fudge, along with any specials of the day. To the right there are four oak tables, each with four oak chairs around them. To the left is a large oak bookshelf filled with various cookie jars and bowls. Two large windows at the front of the bakery allow passersby to see what is in stock as well as anyone who is inside. A large window behind the display case allows patrons to see into the middle of the kitchen, which is where pie crusts are rolled out and cakes are decorated. It is impossible, even with turning your head, to see all that goes on in the kitchen. Recipes are kept in a corner that none save for those in the kitchen can see them from. Two large apple trees offer shade in front of the bakery.

Luckyton Library: The library is in the middle of Cider Drive. It is named after a famous explorer. He is famous at least to the residents of the Sugar Isles. The building is white with four large pillars at the front. A statue of a mare reading two foals a book is standing in front of the library, pansies and petunias are planted around the statue. Two double white wooden doors take you inside. The walls are white and the floor is a white and cream tile. Just inside and to the right is the librarian's desk, which is oak. The bookcases are seven foot tall and done in oak like the desk. There is a pathway straight through the library, with bookshelves on either side. The pathway is large enough for three ponies to walk side by side without touching one another. Across from the librarian's desk is the children's section. Floor pillows are scattered on a rainbow colored rug. The bookcases are only three foot tall in the children's section. A few feet past the librarian's desk and children's section before reaching the rest of the books is the Great Sweets of Azuyan on a cushioned pedestal under a glass display case; red ropes encircle the display.

Seven Stars: The bakery is on Cobbler Street. A small bakery it is known to few outside of those who call the isles home. The building is brown with white trim, ponies frequently comment on how much it reminds them of a gingerbread house. They also tend to remark on how the name of the bakery does not suit it. There is a single wooden door leading into and out of the bakery. The door is split and the top half is often left open (the door swings inside). A medium window in the center of the wall is on both sides of the door. The walls are white; the floor is a natural oak. A small glass display is directly in front when one enters. The bakery never has more than two kinds of cookies, cakes and pies at a time. Carrot cake is the only constant, because the bakery is widely known in the isles for its carrot cake, which no other bakery can compete with. Always moist and airy, the carrots, raisins and pineapple give it a unique taste; the coconut and cream cheese frosting has been known to make mouths water. The Sugar Faes can not get enough carrot cake and frequent the bakery for it. A small bakery it can hold no more than four ponies comfortably in the front. Anymore than that and ponies are bumping into one another and stepping on hooves. The kitchen can be seen from the front, as the door leading back to it is always open. Behind the bakery is a garden, which is easily twice the size of the building, where most of their ingredients come from, it is also surrounded by a five foot high wood fence. They purchase their eggs, butter and milk from a local farm. Only things not found in the isles do they buy from a market. If they can buy it straight from the pony/pixie/Sugar Fae that grows it they do. Apple trees shade the front of the bakery, there is also one apple tree behind the bakery that shades the kitchen.

Seraphim Chocolate Shoppe: The shop is on Sprinkle Avenue. The Seraphim Phoenixes founded the Seraphim Chocolate Shoppe, the first of its kind. A two-story building with Shiloh's living space upstairs and the store downstairs. The building is lively decorated in red and white vertical stripes with a jaunty red banner that features a gold outline of a Phoenix head set against three outstretched pairs of wings that greet customers as they enter. This picture is also found on all the chocolate labels and ribbons used to decorate the elaborately packaged chocolates. The downstairs shop space is divided into an area for customer purchasing and a long, low window that looks into the next half where busy Sugar Faes melt the chocolate and create the many delicacies according to the secret recipes. The customer purchasing area has a window that fronts onto the street for display and floor to ceiling shelves covered in yet more exquisite displays and a centre circular island that rotates even more delightful chocolate creations. Shiloh's assistant 'Angel' a dedicated Sugar Fae runs the shop for him leaving Shiloh free to create more chocolate masterpieces with which to tantalize the taste buds. The shop is owned by Shiloh Seraphim.

(Seraphim Chocolate Shoppe, Shiloh Seraphim and Sherbet are owned and created by Motherofpearlz.)

Minttles

Many are the sailors who thought the creatures guarding the Sugar Isles were nothing but a legend or the creation of a foal's wild imagination. The creatures though are real and are a curiosity to many who sail the waters. They are known as Minttles. A large white looking sea turtle with a peppermint colored shell upon its back. Eyes are a soft pink, like melted dinner mints. A red swirl rests above the eyes. A birthmark of sorts perhaps or maybe it is something more. The Minttles are small in number, no more then about twenty give or take three or five. Friendly and welcoming of those who are deemed friend they swim with the sea dwelling ponies and allow land bound youngsters to climb upon their backs for water games. The great turtles are a peaceful group and will not attack unless provoked. If provoked Minttles will use their large hard shells to ram boats, leaving holes in the undersides of ships so that they sink. A few vessels line the outskirts of the water the creatures patrol. It is a warning to those who enter that they had better play nice for if they do not their fate shall be the same. There is not much for the Minttles to do these days as the Sugar Isles are peaceful and do not seek war with any nor do any seek war against them (currently). As such the large turtles spend much of their days lazing about on the bottom of the sea floor or playing games with the foals. This sort of peaceful life suits the titans just fine. They never did care for rampaging and laying waste to things, they would much prefer a quiet all be it lazy existence.

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Monsger

Legend or truth? The Sugar Faes have long told of a creature that lives in the Molasses Lagoon on the Cookie Isle. This creature slumbers all days but one. On Hallows Eve it wakes and leaves the Lagoon, molasses ooze covering whatever it touches. While awake the Monsger gets into mischief and causes a bit of destruction; uprooted strawberry plants are a frequent occurrence on the morning of Halloween when the natives awake. Not being a real threat none have sought to do anything about him. Let him be. After all he sleeps all year, except for one night. Never having caused any real destruction or harmed anyone he has been left alone. Rumors circulate what the Monsger truly is; a Sugar Fae that was trapped within the Lagoon or perhaps a pony, then again maybe it is a monstrous creature that would frighten everyone witless if they ever saw it. None can say for certain what it is or even if it is truly real. Maybe some mischievous teenagers keep the legend alive. One can not say for sure though and so the Lagoon is shrouded in mystery.

Trimming the Town: Takes place during the first week of December each year. All who wish to help decorate Butters Ville are welcome to do so. The few pine trees that are on the Isles are never cut down. Instead natives decorate the trees where they are, allowing all to enjoy their beauty. Strings of shells and beads are often used in place of garland. Gingerbread men, ornament cookies and candy canes are the most widely used tree decorations. What traditional ornaments they have are used to decorate the trees closest to the Crystal Castle. On the final night of decorating, once the last decoration is in place, cookies and cocoa are put out by all shop owners for those wishing to walk the streets to admire how lovely their town looks. At the stroke of ten all gather for the annual winter play: Gift of the Magi. A wonderful story about a baker who gives up his award winning cookie recipe so that he can buy his sweetheart a gift, at the same time his sweetheart gives up her most treasured possession a locket that belonged to her mother so that she might buy the baker a gift. Both learn of what the other gave so that they could purchase the gift they were given. In the end they realize it is not the gift that matters but the love behind it.

All in Bloom: This celebration takes place on the first day of Spring each year. It is a time to rejoice at flowers blooming, the welcoming of new life and all the wonder the season has to offer. It is on this special day that the much anticipated Chocolate Egg Hunt takes place every year. A picnic is held in Gummy Park and games held, though none are as loved as the Chocolate Egg Hunt which both young and old enjoy. Pastel colored decorations decorate shops and many egg shaped items can be seen in windows and on front doors.

Winged Rainbows: Takes place on May 1st each year. On this day a special nectar is made and placed in shallow dishes outside for butterflies to drink. It is quite common to see foals and Sugar Faes flying kites that resemble either butterflies or rainbows. Cookies and cakes shaped to look like butterflies are sold on this day and only on this day each year. It is considered lucky to have one butterfly of every color grace your home and drink from the dish you've placed out for them.

The Lost: Is observed on June 17th. It is a quiet day, no special foods are prepared and no decorations hung. On this day a group of ten young Sugar Faes were lost in a wreckage. Though this day of remembrance was set aside for these ten it has grown to encompass all loved ones that have been lost.

Light Below: On this day Peppermint Port is alive with activity like no other day of the year. Sailors spin yarns, often pulling unsuspecting foals' tails with the stories they tell while they mingle about the Port and the beach close by. Sand castles are built on the beach, sea shells are wished upon before returning them to the sea, games are played, food is shared and a fireworks display is given come nightfall. The merriment takes place each year on June 22nd. It is the sea dwelling ponies favorite celebration and the one they are most able to join in on and enjoy all that there is to offer for it. The sea dwelling ponies are in charge of the fireworks, their own special creation of magical lights that explode in a symphony of colors once they leave the water. Given how the fireworks will go off the second they are no longer in the water the sea dwelling ponies take them out a safe distance from the shore so all may enjoy them without worry of someone being hurt.

Landing of Luckyton: Takes place on September 14th each year. It was on this day so many years ago that Luckyton first stepped hoof upon the shores of the Sugar Isles. This is a day of food, fun and stories being told. Games are played, in particular the Lem-ops Races which is looked forward to by both the young and young at heart. A pie contest is judged by a select panel chosen prior to the celebration. Once judging has ended and the winners announced the pies are then eaten by those gathered. At noon the makeshift stage set up in the middle of Gummy Park is surrounded by visitors and natives alike as the tale of how Luckyton came to the Sugar Isles is told. At dusk fireworks light up the sky in an array or bright colors. Candy makers and pastry chefs enjoy making treats in the shapes of rainbows, butterflies and even in Luckyton's likeness. Cookies resembling the stallion's head are offered freely by all shop keepers as they welcome visitors to the sweetest place in Azuyan.

Turning of the Leaves: This celebration lasts only one day and takes place on November 5th each year. It is a time for family and friends to gather, to share the year's joy and sorrow. Games are played by both young and old. Stories are shared and legends told. The day is often spent by most in Gummy Park. Long wooden tables are brought out and covered in white and red checkered tablecloths and piled high with foods of all kinds.

Strela



Though Strela's great, great, great grandfather, Dominostein, was not the one who found the isles he was among the first to travel to it after hearing of the Sugar Isles. It was here that the Unicorn set about making a name for himself. He started small, looking only to have a shop he could call his own. Being such good friends with Luckyton seemed to push the stallion into the limelight, even if he didn't want to be. It took some coaxing but the stallion soon found himself helping around the small town that was beginning to take shape. Setting up trades with the locals, Sugar Faes, and helping to smooth any disputes it didn't take long before the hoof-full of settlers elected him their leader. Though they tried to push a title upon him the Unicorn would take none, claiming he was "no better then anyone else" and so they dropped it. Under Dominostein's watchful hoof and care the town grew, as did the trade business.

One of Dominostein's first major decisions had been to have a statue built in the likeness of the Fairy stallion who had found the isles, Luckyton. Protests or not the Unicorn did not heed them, insisting that as their home grew they should not forget their history, and so Luckyton agreed to the statue. In a compromise Dominostein agreed to Luckyton's request of it being placed in the library they were planning to have built. Though the Fairy had no idea the library was to be named after him as well.

Years went by as they have a way of doing. Dominostein took a mate and they had a lovely boy whom they named Onyx. Though he was black as night he had a heart of gold. When his father passed, while Onyx was well aware of his father's dislike for putting on airs the young ruler still had a funeral that would have rivaled that of a king's. This the townsponies thought was the beginning of a new era, one in which they too would have a Prince or a Lord residing over the isles. As time passed they discovered Onyx had no intentions of changing things, the stallion did as his father had and governed the isles without a title. The only elaborate thing he did his entire reign was the lavish celebration of his father's life upon his death. Some thought it silly, others agreed with him. Why change what had been? Dominostein had known what he was doing at the time, so why should his son be any different? Under Onyx's guiding hoof the trading of sugar and chocolate branched out, reaching places they had never dreamed of.

Upon Onyx's death it was to his son, Nibblet, that the care of the isles fell. Unlike his father or grandfather Nibblet did not seek to further expand trade. Instead the stallion focused on building up the towns, making them what he felt they should be. There were those who had built businesses, these he was proud of. Still it struck him that other isles had so much more. Perhaps they too needed to be like these. With great influence from other lands Nibblet set about having new buildings built. It was during this time that Gummy Park came to be, so that all would have a beautiful place to relax and enjoy picnics with family and friends. Having such a lovely place to hold parties in the stallion sought to begin a tradition for celebrating sugar, so it was that the Sugar Festival came into being.

Even on his deathbed Nibblet was still coming up with new ways to make the isles more like other places, talking of new celebrations they could hold and ways to bring visitors in. While his son, Palette, tried to make his father's dreams reality he unknowingly changed details. Thus helping to prevent the isles from turning into a cardboard mimic of other isles. The islanders thought that Palette, like his namesake, was an artistic genius and took great pride in the construction of buildings under his watchful eye, never once suspecting that the stallion had mixed up plans and goofed when telling them of the details. When the mistakes were caught it proved too late and Palette fretted for a spell, convinced that he had done something truly terrible. It was only after the completion of the buildings, most notably that of the castle, that the stallion saw the mistakes as a blessing in disguise. Of the places he had traveled with his father never had he seen structures such as these. The isles finally had something uniquely their own.

When Palette passed away it was his son, Jingles, who took over the job of keeping watch of the isles. Being such a merry sort it was easy for all to get along with the stallion. Even an order sounded more like a chipper greeting coming from him. Returning to his ancestors plans Jingles set about building up the trade business once again. Under his hoof it bloomed. Sugar and chocolate were carried to places in Azuyan that made the islanders smile brightly to know that while they may never see such far off lands themselves their wares would. So in some small way they felt connected to the outside world.

Like his ancestors Jingles relied heavily upon the Sugar Fae known as Bean Jelly, for it was he who possessed what was referred to as the "islands magic" within him. Was this magic real? No one could say but unlike the other Sugar Faes this one was capable of doing much more then making a cupcake appear out of thin air. To Jingles dismay it was made known to him that another with this same magic had been born some years ago. Which meant Bean Jelly's time was limited, for two possessing such magic could not exist for any great length of time upon the isles. It would be this other one who would become the caretaker of the isles, making sure that the land was not overworked and that the natural balance remained intact.

When Jingles daughter, Strela, was born any thoughts of Bean Jelly's limited time vanished from his mind. The stallion was busy splitting his time between running the isles and playing with his daughter. While Strela was still little more then a toddler her mother, Daisy, set sail on a trip that she hoped would prove profitable. Though Jingles insisted they could send someone else, Daisy would hear none of it, claiming it was good for her to get out and that those who lived on the isles would also look upon it as favorable. Weeks later news reached Jingles that the ship transporting his mate had been attacked. Titan or KORR followers, none could say. All that was said was that no survivors had been found. This was a heavy blow for the stallion and one that left him questioning himself. What if he had insisted she'd stay? What if he had gone in her place? It took a great deal of time before Jingles stopped blaming himself. Even then his happy-go-lucky attitude never fully returned. Jingles was more careful, almost shrewd in some respects.

As the young filly grew it was Bean Jelly who took a surprising interest in her. To this one he talked, telling her many stories and helping to guild her education. Not knowing that the Sugar Fae would be leaving her in the not so distant future she confided in him all her childish secrets and considered Bean Jelly her best friend. It was not until she was almost a teenager that Strela learned of the unavoidable. In tears she ran to her friend crying over and over he couldn't leave, she wouldn't let him. Ever simple he replied "I'll always be with you so long as you remember me". As she wept Bean Jelly gave her the only gift he could, a piece of his magic. Something to protect her. This too would also keep her and her children from aging as others did. They would instead age as Sugar Faes, keeping a piece of their childlike innocence for always.

Barely sixteen Strela found she had to say good-bye to Bean Jelly one chilly November evening. More and more of late the Sugar Fae had been found wandering the castle gardens or sleeping outdoors. Though he had always been forgetful this too had worsened in the past few years. This told all that his time was drawing to a close and so Strela was not surprised but still greatly saddened when she found Bean Jelly under an apple tree. The childlike glint in his eyes wavered as he smiled at the young mare. "My little filly.", he whispered one last time and was gone. It was under the shade of the same tree that he was laid to rest. A simple stone bench placed to one side for those who wished to pay their respects.

Three short years later Strela once again found herself having to say good-bye, this time to her father. It seemed everyone was leaving her and it scared the mare to think that she was to run the isles, alone. Though she knew Toffee would be by her side, it somehow was not the same. As a filly she had always thought Bean Jelly would be there, but he wasn't nor would he ever be. A bit timid at first, Strela was almost reluctant to take her rightful place. With Toffee's help and the guiding hoof of Zorea to help her the Unicorn soon settled in.

Though a number of years have passed Strela still sneaks off to the castle library. In this quiet place is an old statue. At one point it belonged to Bean Jelly. The Sugar Fae had found it one day in his youth, just sitting in the water, as though waiting for him to find it. Taking it home with him he polished it until it gleamed. Giving it a place of honor upon his mantle he was often found talking to it, especially in his last few years. Before passing he gave the trinket to Toffee for safe keeping. Not seeing what Bean Jelly had in it, she placed it in the castle library for all to enjoy its beauty, strange as it might be. Silly though it is and she knows it, Strela finds some comfort in that little statue. There's something about it, almost as if a part of Bean Jelly were somehow trapped inside. But that's preposterous and she well knows it. Still the Unicorn can't help but almost hope that somehow the Sugar Fae found a way to truly leave a piece of himself behind to help her.

Toffee

Toffee is a Sugar Fae. Her eyes are like pools of melted dark chocolate and her hair is a golden brown. At the corner of her left eye is a piece of toffee. Her wings are a mix of browns and golds. The gold in her wings often catches the sun's rays and glitters.

Unlike the others of her kind she possess real magic. Just as other Sugar Faes are capable of making sweets out of thin air, so to can she. But unlike the others she holds a secret magic within her. Some believe it is the very magic that keeps the isles safe. If something should happen to her they truly do believe that the isles will suffer greatly, perhaps even vanish from existence.



Before her birth Bean Jelly visited her family to announce that the child her mother was expecting would one day take his place. None questioned, for they believed the magic he possessed had told him of the child's coming. Perhaps it did or perhaps the old Sugar Fae could sense the magic growing within her mother's bulging midsection. None could say for certain.

Born into a normal Sugar Fae family Toffee grew up happy and healthy. The loving nature she possessed was nurtured and her kindness encouraged. Quiet, more then expected she seemed content to just watch. There was something about observing others and how they did things that pleased the child. As she grew she noted that there were things that seemed strange even to her. Why could she do things that others could not? Not until 'special classes' were added to her schooling did she discover why. It was then that her parents told her of why she could sense changes in the isles that others could not and why the animals were always docile when she was near them. Lessons that would help her as she assisted the one governing the isles became a daily occurrence for the young one.

While Toffee was attending yet another lesson both her older and younger sisters went off with some friends on a picnic. It was not until late that evening that everyone heard of the wreckage found. The boat the teenagers had taken the younger ones out on had apparently hit a rock. Wood splintered and all were lost overboard. Not a one was found though the water dwelling ponies searched for them. The small group of ten young Sugar Faes were considered lost. Hard as it was to believe there was no other option. The wreckage didn't lie. Did it?

Time helped to ease the ache felt by all at this great loss, though it could not erase the hurt or the memories from the minds of family and friends of those lost. Each year on that same day a small group makes their way to the site of the wreckage to pay their respects, Toffee is among them each year. Though deep down she knows it an accident and beyond her control she still wishes she had been there. Perhaps she could have prevented it from happening, maybe she couldn't have and would have been lost as well; either way she will never know.

Well aware that none can take the place of a loved one who is no longer there, Toffee gave Strela the space she needed both when Bean Jelly passed and when her father did. Though she is nothing like the other Sugar Fae she has become good friends with the Unicorn. Often the two are seen strolling the gardens, talking of nothing important ... mostly just memories.

(Image of Toffee was drawn by Meowth. Thank you much!)

Captain Fair Weather



Born in the midst of a voyage and wishing for friendly waters the rest of their journey it came as no surprise to the newborn's father that his mother named him Fair Weather. Early on his parents joked that the foal had more salt water running through his veins then he did blood. True or not it did not surprise them to discover one morning that their son was gone. At fifteen Fair Weather struck out on his own, determined to join a crew. By his mid twenties the young stallion had been made first mate. Still he wanted more. His own ship, his own crew, sailing the seas, stopping in harbors he liked and avoiding those he did not. It was not long after that the ship he sailed upon stopped in the Sugar Isles. There was something about it, about those that lived there that caught the stallion's attention and managed to keep it. With a mix of emotions Fair Weather announced he would be staying. Though his Captain thought him a fool for throwing away such a promising career he said nothing. The Captain instead planned to return to the isles a year after departing, expecting to find a stallion that was saddened by what he had given up and begging to be taken on as a deckhand. Instead the Captain found that the young stallion he had left behind had been given his own ship and now sailed where the ruler of the isles wished him to. It has been almost thirty years since Fair Weather made the isles his home. When not at sea he roams about Peppermint Port talking to other seadogs or playing a game of checkers with the harbor master. Fair Weather captains The Sugar Schooner one of the largest ships the Sugar Isles has. Often he is entrusted with deliveries or picking up important passengers. Just as Strela's father had complete trust in him so too does she.

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Rocky Road



Rich in tradition it comes as little surprise to most that many of the children on the Sugar Isles follow in their parents' steps. So it was with Rocky Road. Like his father before him Rocky Road became harbor master of the Peppermint Port. The stallion oversees the coming and going of vessels, the arrival and departure of travelers and friends alike. It is he who keeps a sharp eye out for anything unusual. It has been over thirty years since Rocky Road became the harbor master. Much has stayed the same since then. But like all things there have been changes. Bigger, faster ships for one. Unlike when he took the job visitors were rare, now it seems they flock to the isles for the Sugar Festival. Though there is little for him to fret about, that does not stop Rocky Road from keeping a sharper eye out when the festival nears. Always on his hooftips the stallion is not about to let something that appears off to him slip by without a report. His better safe then sorry approach seems strange to most since the isles are peaceful and no enemies have been made, that they know of. Still the Earth Pony makes it his business to report anything that seems even the slightest out of the ordinary.

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Spiced Gumdrop



Owner of All the Trimmings. Gumdrop comes from one of the oldest living families on the isles. It was not long after Sugar Isles was first made known to Azuyan that her great, great grandfather (Bear Claw) settled here. As years wore on he married and had a daughter, Sprinkles. Happy though she was the mare noted that the isles seemed to have everything a pony could want, except a place to purchase frills. With this in mind Sprinkles set about to correct this most unfortunate of errors. After all what did a visitor enjoy doing while on vacation? Looking at local wares and buying pretty little trinkets. With much care and thought going into her shop All the Trimmings was constructed. When Sprinkles retired it was to her daughter, Evening Dew, that the business was handed. In her care the shop prospered. Dew sought out new goods, always looking for the finest to have in stock. As years wore by she eventually had to admit that running the shop was taking its toll on her and so it was to her son, Ripple, that she left the care of the shop to. Happy and doing well, Ripple married his foalhood sweetheart and the couple had a daughter, Spiced Gumdrop.

Gumdrop quite literally grew up in the store. First steps were taken inside, rag ponies were played with and lessons learned. Being so submerged in the family business her parents fretted that once grown she would shun it, instead her having spent so much time in the shop only seemed to fuel her love of it. Unlike her parents, grandparents or those further down the line Gumdrop designs some of the items that are carried in the shop. Bright, happy and full of life Gumdrop's world revolves around the small shop and the natives. The young mare is as devoted as any to the isles and the one watching over them all.

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Fluttershy



Captain of the Sugar Brigade, Fluttershy has a level head and a caring temperament. There are many who wonder if she should be in charge of the military forces for the isles. She often comes across as very soft spoken and almost shy. Where her Lieutenant is sharp and quick to dole out punishment she is more lenient and willing to listen to those working under her. Perhaps this is why she and Tank work so well together, they balance one another out. Another born native to the isles it surprised Fluttershy's parents when their daughter took to pouring over book after book dealing with military tactics and history. For five years she left her home while training elsewhere, for she sought to hone what her mind already knew. Training was difficult and often her body felt as though it would break from the stain put upon it, but she prevailed and returned home still much the same yet eyes had changed. They were alert, ever watchful for the tiniest of things that appeared out of place. One of Strela's closest friends it is Fluttershy who is trusted with island secrets and any fears that may plague the Unicorn.

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Tank



Lieutenant of the Sugar Brigade, second only to Fluttershy. Troubled and causing mischief as a foal Tank's parents shipped him off to any school they could to be rid of him. The colt bounced about as none wished to truly work with him. It wasn't until he was sent in a last ditch effort to a military school that he seemed to turn around. Graduating with honors he went on to attend the Azuyan Military Academy. This though was short lived for the young stallion. Within a year's time he was kicked out, due to his ideals. When a fellow classmate was caught cheating on a test Tank rallied to have the other court-martialed. When his superiors refused such drastic actions Tank fumed claiming such lenient ways would be Azuyan's downfall. For a time the stallion wandered, uncertain as to what to do or where to go. Taking one ship here and another there, his travels soon brought him to the Sugar Isles where he found a Captain willing to work with him. Over the next couple of years he proved himself again and again to Fluttershy and was made second in command. While he still barks, perhaps a bit too much, and still leans towards punishment first questions after, he yields like a colt when Fluttershy speaks. It is to the Flutter and only to her that he is willing to back down. Tank is so loyal to her that if one dares speak a harsh word about or to the mare they will find themself doing double kitchen duty for a month.

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Zorea



Castle nanny, Zorea takes her job seriously. Having moved here in her mid forties the mare was hesitant to jump into anything. Though it was plain something had hurt her deeply. The only thing that brought a smile to her face was the foals playing in the park. Many hours were spent just sitting and watching, a wistful smile upon her face. It was not until months later that it was learned the Flutter had lost both mate and foals all in the same gruesome night. Little is known of what happened as Zorea will not retell the tale as she is unable to relieve that terror a second time. Taking pity on the mare Strela's father, Jingles, offered her a job in the castle. Zorea accepted not daring to ask what her task would be, though half expecting something in the kitchen. It was much to her surprise when instead of being shown to the bustling heart of the castle she was ushered into the nursery, where she found a sleeping filly. With a mix of emotions she agreed to stay on for a month to see if it would suit her. Each time she looked at the newborn Unicorn a pang swept over her, still she stayed. The more she was around Strela the greater that pain seemed to be, until one night it all came out. In a flood of tears she sat in the nursery sobbing like a foal, while Strela slept peacefully in her hooves. Though it was not the same the Flutter still could not help but to love her charge and did as she would have if the filly had been her own.

With a smile the mare watches Strela govern the isles, pleased with her hoof in helping to raise the Unicorn. Much to her great delight Zorea was kept on as castle nanny when Strela's own family began. Happily the Flutter watches these new treasures and helps them to learn the same lessons she taught their mother. While not the same as her own this adopted family of hers loves her every bit as much as the one she lost so many years ago.

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Luckyton



Head librarian at Luckyton Library, the Fairy has almost a sixth sense when it comes to the goings on of the place. Should a book be placed in the wrong spot it seems only a matter of minutes before he is there carefully putting it back where it belongs. Guests to the isles have been known to comment on the stallion having the same name as that of the library, to which he'll smile, blush softly and simply nod his head. A quiet Fairy he does not boost of his lineage, even though everyone on the isles would not blame him if he did. Luckyton's great, great, great grandfather was the first known pony to set hoof upon the shores of the Sugar Isles. It was he who took the news to other isles telling them of this sweet place and the creatures that lived here. Shortly after his discovery a Unicorn by the name of Dominostein traveled back with Luckyton to the isle to see the wonders it held for himself. The two struck up a friendship and decided to settle the isles themselves. Luckyton took to exploring, leaving Dominostein to the matter of keeping peace among those who settled. It came as no surprise to the Fairy when those settling made the Unicorn their leader. This seemed to work well for both stallions. Dominostein could tend to building up the population and working out trades with other isles, while Luckyton could continue exploring to see if there were still more treasures the isles had waiting to be discovered.

One of Dominostein's first decisions had been to commission a statue of Luckyton and to name their library after the Fairy stallion. Though the other protested, a little, it went unheeded as all agreed that the one who discovered the isles should not be forgotten in their history. Years went by and Luckyton's descendants either left the isles or never married. One of his great, great grandsons though made it back to the isles, curious about his great, great grandfather and the tales he had heard from his grandpa about him. It was here that the bright blue Fairy settled. Marrying not long after the couple was blessed with a fine looking colt, who bore a striking resemblance to his great, great, great grandfather and so it was that he was named after him. Luckyton is the first in his family's line to have been born here and stayed here his entire life. The young stallion has no intent of ever leaving as he feels this is where he belongs and where he is most needed.

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Clarice



Owner of Shortcake Inn. An even tempered, soft spoken mare Clarice is warm and welcoming to visitors. Always ready with a helping hoof she offers suggestions and tells of wonderful places to visit that only the locals know of. Many are the times she's heard guests exclaim how they would never have found such wonderful hidden gems without her help. Clarice merely smiles claiming it to be all part of her duty, though she and the guests are both aware it is not.

Like many others on the isles Clarice too grew up in the family business, learning the ins and outs; later on taking over once her parents retired. Having no foals of her own the Phoenix dotes upon her guests, young and old alike, as though they are a part of her family. Perhaps in a way they are.

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Candygram



The older stallion manages the gift shop in the Shortcake Inn. A kindly fellow, though he may be grizzled and weather worn in appearance, he never raises his voice, it is always the same even gentle tone. Candygram spent his youth sailing the seas and trying his hoof at making both a name for himself and gathering a fortune. Though fortune slipped through his claws and a name was never made on the high seas, he has found what he always wanted here. Settling in took a bit of adjusting and for a few years he spent his time around Peppermint Port. Though the sea still held a charm for him it was not the same as it once was. The stories while different all seemed much the same to him and so he turned towards the town and found that the life he had once shunned was what he had been seeking all those many years. Finding a job at the inn it did not take long before he took a shine to the gift shop and was soon set running it. Candygram keeps the small shop in shipshape fashion.

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Sunset



Sunset is the castle decorator. It is her job to make certain that the castle is looking it's best for the festivals and parties that take place throughout the year. The Shellie adores decorating and never has as much fun as when she is in the midst of decorations and picking out color schemes. Her personality can be a bit over the top at times but deep down those who know her best understand it is just her way. A native of the isles Sunset grew up in Peppermint Port. Often she would come to Butters Ville for the festivals with her family. As a young filly her eyes would light up in excitement as she took in all of the decorations. Ambitious the Shellie entered a decorating contest as a teenager. Her unique style and blend of colors caught the eye of many at the contest. Though a more traditional piece by another won, Sunset did not let it deter her in the slightest. Digging in she continued developing her style. This paid off in time for the mare as she was offered a job in the castle helping with decorations. Over time she moved from helper to assistant and finally to that of head decorator. Sunset has been in charge of decorating the castle since Strela was in her early teens.

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Notes to follow, once I've got them arranged.