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Sonata Blue





Cutie Mark

Treble Clef




Likes: Music, Fluttershy, being abnormally cheery when things look their worst, cute things, parasprites (sort of) wide open fields.

Dislikes: Dragon smog, bagpipes, parasprites (sort of), eternal night, excessively large crowds.


History about the pony.

Other Info[]


A gift picture from Starlight Spark

Sonata Blue was born in Fillydelphia to Bass and Soprano Blue. As is typical for the Blue family, she excelled in music from a very young age. After the appearance of her cutie mark, she began to learn how to use the magic innate to unicorns to aid her musical talent.

As she grew, Sonata took up performing in local restaurants and apple houses. She had developed a spell which, when cast, caused her audience to sing perfect harmonies to her music regardless of their natural musical ability (or lack there-of). Ponies would come from all over town to participate in her concerts, enjoying a chance to be part of the show and experience the thrill of creating music on the spot.

Although she was capable with her spells, she was far from perfect. Now and then she would miscast and an audience would screech like crows or bleat. Although the crowds usually found these mistakes amusing, Sonata rarely saw the humor in it and her cheeks would flush purple with embarrassment.

The popularity of her concerts grew as she became a more accomplished musician and eventually, her fame began intruding on every day life. Preferring smaller crowds and needing a break from the hustle of the city, Sonata went on holiday to Ponyville and loved the locale so much that she decided to move there. She now resides in the town, pitching in for the musical needs of nearby Canterlot and working days serving apples in a small store.

Hit Songs[]

Fresh Pinto of Ponyville

In West Fillydelphia, born and raised. In pasture, that's where I spent most of my days. Chewin' on flax and relaxin all cool, and all writin some melodies outside of the school, When a couple of trolls who were up to no good started paraspritin' in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my momma got ill and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Ponyville".

I whistled for a cart and when it came near, the apples in it were fresh and it had Spike on the mirror. If anything I could say that this cart was rare, but I though, "meh, forget it. Yo horse, move it mare!" I pulled, up to the stall about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the driver, "Yo, horse, see you later". Looked at my pasture, it was green and chill. I opened my store, best apples in Ponyville.