Timber Crash waved to the Princess and No Mark as they alighted from the log. He waited until they were clear, then jumped nimbly onto the riverbank. He started the slow climb up the slope, his harness dragging the log behind him, with the bundle of branches strapped to its trunk.
Once he had cleared the bank, he looked around to figure out where, exactly, he was. The trip had taken them quite a way east through the town, and he was in the midst of some cottages. The sawmill, logically, lay on the western edge of town, where it could be reached easily from the forest via the river. He sighed and started dragging the log back to the west. It would be a fair trot through the meadows to reach the sawmill, but the chance to show off the town - and his piloting skills! - to Princess Luna herself was well worth the effort.
He was whistling happily to himself when he finally dragged the log onto the wooden floor of the sawmill. The mill was deserted, its usual occupant probably still milling about the town centre after Princess Luna's arrival. Shrugging, he disengaged his harness from the log and drew out his stick of chalk, drawing a crude sketch of his cutie mark and the letters "TC" on the trunk. The miller would be along soon enough to saw up the log and credit him with its value. He took the bundle of branches to the firewood shed next to the mill, and extracted a few branches to take to the Princess's new home. The rest would be collected by families wanting firewood - he didn't worry about trying to charge for that.
He strapped the branches he was carrying to his harness, and started skipping excitedly down the road towards Princess Luna's mansion. Today was turning out to be a very good day.