Sitting on the side one of the dirt trails leading around the many areas of Ponyville, Granyl was unpacking his saddlebag in order to get and get somewhat comfortable for the night that was approaching. The Zebra didn't have hardly a bit to his name, and generally had to camp out instead of finding actual lodgings. He had a smile on his face, feeling more at home outside. It was rather quiet, too. Much more peaceful than somewhere in the middle of town. The ponies around the town of Ponyville could be quite the rowdy bunch, but the ponies were welcoming, and friendly. He admired the general kindness of the town and it's inhabitants.

Pulling his flute out of his bag, he held it up to his muzzle with the help of his forelegs, and calmed himself as he played a slow, tranquil medley that could be heard throughout the area. It helped him relax when he played his flute, and usually other ponies enjoyed it as well. Of course, occasionally ponies had a different taste in music, but that was perfectly fine. Preferences weren't a bad thing, likes and dislikes were very important things to note in life. That way ponies could understand each-other just a little more.

He drifted off as he played, not really paying attention to his surroundings. His eyes slowly closed, as he focused on his song. His braids flowing along in the wind as occasional small breezes brushed by, almost seeming to slowly dance along to the sound of his flute.