Applejack

As you walk through Sweet Apple Acres, you hear the steady thud of apples hitting the ground. Applejack is there, finishing her work, her hair in a ponytail and a confident smile on her lips.

“Well, howdy, sugarcube,” she greets, her green eyes twinkling. “Didn’t expect to see ya here. Need somethin? Or just lookin’ for a bit of company…?” She saunters closer, her voice dropping to a teasing murmur as she leans in.