Snow Day [Canterlot] [CrossStitch, knight]

[knight]

Holly followed the griffon at a more casual pace. The feeling hadn't quite come back to her limbs yet, and she couldn't bring herself to run. She 'oooh'ed and 'aaaahhh'ed at the site of the hotspring, and managed to trot a little faster. The thick-coated dog hung back, already panting heavily.

"Oh, no ya don't, mister. Ah don't care how hot it is, yur gettin' a bath!" The dog scuttled away, and was suddenly swept up in the grip of her magic. Her face contorted in strain as she dragged the whining dog towards the bath, sweat pouring out her brow. She had never lifted something so heavy! "Yur....gettin....a bath.....and yur gonna...."

She gave a mighty heave and the dog went propelling into the large hotspring, "LIKE IT!"

The dog howled as Holly picked up a bar of soap and started scrubbing the dog in the water, bubbles pouring out from his coat. It was a constent fight, and her magic was straining to hold the huge dog, and finally, with one final shove under the water, she released him and he swam quickly out of the water, emerging as a whole new--BLACK dog. He had been so dirty his fur was BROWN with mud!

"Ew! you were black this whole time?!" The dog shook off and was quickly running out the cave, waiting outside the warm room, his tail tucked between his legs.

Holly looked at herself, and smelt the air. Smelt like wet dog. It was a good thing that the hot spring had a current, or they'd be jumping in a ses pool of dog grossiness. With that out of the way, she looked to see the griffon gingerly testing the water. She slipped slowly up behind him, and just behind his rump....turned on her front feet and apple bucked him right in!

She laughed as the griffon landed with a large sploosh! Although, it seemed less funny as she found herself now drenched in a wave of hot water. She shuddered as a draft wafted in from the open cave, and leaped into the water. She could barely touch the floor on her tippy-hooves! She paddled over to the wall, and found a ledge to sit on. She began unbraiding her hair with her hooves, her magic expended.

[CrossStitch]

Gladwin tumbled into the water with two thoughts in mind: 'I should have seen that coming...' and also 'This hurts.' The sudden heat against his wings felt like fire. It hurt much more then the pain of them being cold, but he remembered an old saying 'If is doesn't hurt, it's not working.' So he sat contently under the water, waiting for the pain to die out. He held his breath and stayed submerged as new life was imbued into every limb through the heat. The pain eventually subsided, and relief began to set in. All of his muscles began to relax and loosen, and his brain went into a state of calm and pleasure. The heat was just... Amazing.

He heard something else enter the spring with him, he emerged only to see Holly sitting against a ledge, un-braiding her hair. She looked so... Stunning. Gladwin's face was warm, but he decided it was because of the springs. The feathers on his forehead that usually stuck up were now laid back due to the water. He eyed the mare with the intent of revenge. He took another breath and submerged himself in the hot water once more. He slowly swam over to Holly, hoping no to bring to much attention to himself. He stuck a talon out, grabbed one of her outstretched hooves, and yanked hard, pulling the mare off the ledge and underwater.

He rose up and emerged from the water, laughing to himself. The water wasn't very high up on Gladwin, it came up to about his shoulders when he was on his back legs. His wings were beginning to move again, which made him feel even better. He gave another sigh of relief and took a seat on the same ledge Holly was sitting on before being 'Kindly removed'

[knight]

Holly yelped as she was suddenly yanked off her perch. She popped her head out of the water, gasping for air, "HA-HAY!"

She could barely keep her head above water, struggling to reach the bottom of the spring, and her newly unbraided hair snaking about all around her, "Y-ya durn...spllbrr-upid griffon!"

She paddled away from Gladwin, keeping her nose in the air, and shimmied along the side of the spring until she found a higher ledge, this one she had to climb up, and most of her body was now above the water, the water now only coming up to her flanks as she sat down, her hair draped around her form. She began puttzing with her tail, unbraiding that now, but making sure to frequently glance back up at the griffon, glaring daggers at him for taking her spot.

When she had finished unbraiding her hair, she grabbed a clean soap bar in her hoof, and immediately fumbled with it. She sighed as it slipped from her hooves clumsily and slipped down into the bottom of the spring, "gawl...Durn it...."

She clenched her teeth together and tried to magic up the soap, but her horn quickly fizzled and the magic died out. Her magic was totally depleted. She sighed, and crossed her hooves across her chest, and slipped off her ledge, frowning grumpily as she settled on a lower ledge, sinking in until the water went just over her mouth, and as she exhaled a sigh, bubbles spouted in front of her nose.