Perhaps Agilene's luck was low today. Maybe the events that ocurred happened at the wrong place at the wrong time. What she thought would be a lax day at a Canterlot marketplace quickly turned into a mess of wasted desserts. From what she remembers, it started with her walking out of a delicious sweet shop with a slice of cherry pie in one hoof. Next thing Agilene knows, her pie was flung right out of her grasp, and a rude-looking blue dragon was robbing a jewelry store nearby.

She let out an annoyed groan upon seeing this creature walk out of the jewelry shop and take a seat in the marketplace. Maybe it was the fact that blue dragon robbed a jewelry store, or that he dropped her favorite pie. Something's gotta be done. Without hesitation, she marched over to his seat; not saying a word, but giving him a cold glare.

"There was a delicious pie that fell off my hooves. I wonder what caused that?" Agilene replied with grace, doing her best to keep her frustration to a low, but maintaining her glare on the dragon. "And then something happened jewelry store involving a robbery not too long ago..." she continued in a tone that made her sound like she did not have a care in the world. Agilene huffed at the dragon lightly, "Perhaps if a certain someone kept an eye on their surroundings and ego, this would not happen. Am I correct?"

It was at this moment Agilene thought she may be taking this too far over a single pie. It  did look delicious, however, and she couldn't wait to eat it at the time.

That grab by the dragon made Agilene shiver for a moment. It was like jumping into a pool of water in the arctic. Thankfully, it did not last long. She wiped a hoof on the area of her coat that the dragon's claw grabbed to tidy it. Her bitter stare steadily transitioned into a emotionless one. The kind of look one would get when they were uninterested. "Dragon or not, being rude has no excuses. It also contributes to nothing, compared to the Princess' magic of friendship." She lifted a hoof and placed it on the dragon's chest, "Also, you owe me a cherry pie."

After his meal, Broadshield continued to trot through the increasingly busy streets of Canterlot, still trying to get over his creative bloc as he called it. After some time trotting through the streets, deep in thought, he found himself at a marketplace, looking around he saw a path of destruction, and some angry shopkeepers as well. Deciding to investigate, he followed the path of destruction. Soon enough, he found himself near a growing crowd. Slowly pushing his way through the crowd, he finally got to the front of the crowd. "Whats going on exactly?" he asked the pony next to him. "Something going on between the mare and that blue dragon, must be having some kind of argument." the pony replied
"What are they arguing about?" Broadshield asked
"Probably has something to do with the mess that dragon made." the pony responded, pointing to broken glass, doors thrown open, crates smashed, and other pieces of debris. Deciding it would be best to keep watching and see what would happen, he stayed with the crowd, carefully observing the situation.

"Yeah Name's Bolt. As in lightning. What's your deal?" He asked looking at the large crowd around him becoming annoyed. Being the center of so many glaring unapproving eyes the Bolt shouted. "What are you all looking at? What you never seen a dragon abuse his power by stealing and threatening? News flash I'm a dragon it's what I do." 

"Anyway I've got some statues in the castle gardens to smash. I bet the princess wouldn't look so regal with her head up her a,ss" With that the dragon zipped off leaving the audience of angry bystanders behind.

Witnessing the whole scene unfold, and abruptly ending with the dragon bolting off elsewhere. To be frank, Broadshield wasn't impressed at all at this dragons behavior. 'I don't care if he believes that he can do what he wants because he's a dragon. That's no excuse for causing destruction, and being a general a** to other ponies' he said, fueled by anger. 'I'm gonna talk to him, but first I need to talk to that mare' he said to himself before leaving the dissipating crowd. He then found the mare walking off in a different direction. 'Excuse me, excuse me miss, can I talk to you at the moment?' he called out to the mare as he pushed through the crowd, hoping to try and catch up to her.