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  1. Gallus entered the wedding proper and was pleased that the wonderful chaos that preceded the ceremony allowed him to more easily get closer and closer to his target. The small desperation that had taken root at the core of his self was ebbing now if only because his target was clear. One dressing room. One would-be married former bachelor. That didn't make Gallus wonder though. Blueblood was getting married. Was Bluebelle still a bachelorette? Could she still get married separately? If she could and the Chancellor decided to stay as one or the other did the one the Chancellor stayed as have to take up the new marriages? Everything was confusing, and he hadn't even managed to get drunk yet. Speaking of, he could see Smolder starting to get a little bubbly herself. Were dragons as lightweight as griffons? He'd have to- "Comrades Gallus and Smolder?......" - Gallus barely understood what was being said. Okay, yes. So it made sense there'd be somecreature taking care of Blueblood's affairs. Well, he couldn't help Gallus with his problem. But he could probably take him to the stallion who could help him with his problem, so maybe in a way this attendant could help Gallus help himself. And that was all Gallus needed, a helping hoof to help Gallus help himself by helping him out of this jam. "Oh, uhh. Hey there," Gallus said to Psmith as he shot him talon-guns, trying to search for the fella's name and coming up blank. That would be fine. "Hey, uhh, hey there. Sport. Uhh, I do need to see the Chancellor. Isn't school related, very personal. And urgent. So I need to see him if you'd just let me...?" he said, adding the pregnant pause at the end to allow Psmith to finish that sentence himself. ************************************************* Sky Crack's disappointment was immeasurable and her day was ruined. But she hid it well, because a true warrior mare didn't let on when she felt a huge let down coming on. "I see," she responded passively. "Weddings are events of some excitement in Acroneighos, and we celebrate accordingly. The habits of these lands it would stand to reason would be different, but I would be lying if I said I was not disappointed," she said with no less a sullen expression than was possible while remaining expressionless. She did enjoy the compliment. Acroneighos raised many healthy mares of proper athletic and militant upbringing and cut an impressive athletic figure, fit for soldierly duties across the world. "Thank you for the compliment. Acroneighos takes pride in the physical fitness of her people and her healthy bearing and soldierly conduct shine through her citizens as the sun. You would not look out of place yourself in the armor of an Accompli, Tempest."
  2. Applejack frowned. Maretonia was a land of misfortune and ill-harmony and it was no shock to the system to imagine that the state of affairs grew more complex and distasteful by the day. They weren't a lot that paid any heed to the ideals of friendship and as a result their land was one of sorrow and "That seems like it could be some trouble, Ah guess. Ah mean, Ah'd reckon there is a bunch of fellas out there we don't know much about. It'd be right ignorant of us ta think that there ain't some other groups an' cities, minor as they might be. 'course tryin' ta organize them 'round 'thing other than racial lines is tougher than tanned leather on a ca-yote. So if somecritter is up ta that, then yeah, Ah reckon y'all be havin' cause ta worry," she said as she gave a wry smile. While it was bad news, it was exciting. She liked a bit of danger herself, even if she were currently very much sidelined. The yokai conversation was just a little funny to her. Trickster spirits were being their trickster selves? Panic! "Well, Yokai can be a tricky lot. Y'all-" she started out, thinking she could help set his mind at ease some. Not all the way, just some. But life had other plans, as she heard her daughter's cry from the other room. Her ears moved as if seeking them out and she got up quickly and near robotically. "Sorry, got a screamer on our hooves," she said with a mirthless laugh as she vanished deeper into the house. She would return some time later gingerly, cradling a swaddled foal whose tiny horn poked out of the swaddling ever so slightly. "Now now, momma's got ya nice and tight, sugarcube. Hey, say hi ta Naj. This here's Ambrosia," she said as she unveiled a peach-colored unicorn with her momma's eyes and her grandmare's curly mane, or the start of one.
  3. Bon Bon couldn't help but have a wide, brimming smile. "Knowing Lyra, and the lack of chaos in the house, she is asleep. She is a late to bed and late to rise. Funny, since I'm early to bed and early to rise. I think one day we'll have our patterns so well set that we will never see one another and get married to new ponies and be none the wiser as we share the house," Bon Bon said with a chuckle. A hearty one, maybe too hearty, because she was so well-set in her habits and Lyra's always changed. Knowing how this pattern went soon enough Lyra would need to pull an all nighter to reset her flailing, failing sleep schedule and you know who would have to rein her in? Not her sugar-tossed friends. It would be up to her intelligent, suave, good-natured and well-mannered spy-chocolatier wife, and it would just be one of a million little good deeds that Bon Bon had done that would go unheralded as a new Equestrian dawn rose for its citizens. Not all heroines wore capes, but some did when they were alone. Which she never was. Why did she even bother keeping that getup? At least she could keep her name with pride. She knew she made a good bonbon but Bon Bon of Bon Bon's Bonbons sometimes worried that there was too much bon and not enough bon in her bonbons, at least for ponies not named Bon Bon, who proudly ran Bon Bon's Bonbons but with recipes for bonbons that Bon Bon's bonbon loving father had given her, leaving her somewhat unsure each time a pony tried Bon Bon's bonbons from Bon Bon's Bonbons. Of course, that didn't mean that the aforementioned pride didn't threaten to run a full court press at times. "Well, keep those ideas to yourself," she said with a playful wink, "don't want these bonbons to get the wrong idea. They can be a skittish bunch and before you know it, boom bam, you've been damned by vindictive chocolates who think you think that they'll lesser," she said, shaking her head sorrowfully for effect. A moment later, smile. "Make sure to write the idea down. Celestia knows I've lost a lot of good ones up here in the brain pan." And with that, the Bittsburgh filly was off to her business while Bon Bon was off to hers. It wasn't a lot of baggage on her end but she had some essential shopping to do, and not a lot of time to do it thanks to the storm. Luckily, her saddlebag was travel sized- perfect for the busy mare! The outside market would only slowly start to come alive and she couldn't afford the time, so she went to the least patrician place of all, Barnyard Bargains. When she first moved in she would admit that she didn't much care for it- overly busy and the produce, with some exceptions such as the Apple family products, were too generic for her Canterlot-raised taste buds. Then she grew up and realized that a carrot that wasn't bad was a carrot like all the other carrots so who cared if the names were different. She made her grocery run in record time and trotted home. She'd start the slow-cooking stew and then prepare the cart for a truncated day. Victory for everypony! Especially ponies who enjoyed themselves some nice bonbons from Bon Bon's Bonbons, and the mare who took their money. She won too.
  4. She poured the tea, relieved to have Fire Walker here. Truth was that she wasn't afraid of Blizzard Blitz and knew she could handle it even if something went wrong, but having a mare as capable as Fire Walker was always wonderful. She was also friendly and intelligent and while her role as Captain of the Twilight Guard was necessary, what was even more necessary was the warmth of the love and care that radiated off of her as strongly as her name would imply. They would need to bring that same heat if they had any hope of melting the shell of ice around Blizzard in conjunction with Twilight's honest and hopeful engagement. "Thank you for being here. This should go well, but you know how everypony worries if I don't have protection," she said with a sigh right before Blizzard entered. The first thing she noticed was that his coat was free and clear of the magically infused frost elements that had so artfully dictated the manner in which he was to be engaged. It was a more pleasant experience, dealing with a stallion whose heart of ice was a little less worn on his metaphysical, metaphorical sleeve. Any barrier between connection that was tossed aside was one barrier she was willing to let die, at least for now. "Captain, this is my friend, Blizzard Blitz. Blizzard, this is Fire Walker, the Captain of the Twilight Guard," she said with a smile. It was always good to expand the circle as she allowed them to get to know one another. And look at his tea game. Very strong! "Good choice. And I am happy to hear that the book helped. Knowledge used well is always good knowledge well used," she said as she offered him a scone. "You certainly look well, but how are your travels?"
  5. Twilight would let Rose's lack of knowledge about the REA slide, at least for now. She was highly intelligent but incredibly naïve- she knew so little about the modern world and those who inhabited it. It was the one area that Twilight had an earnest and honest concern growing in her regarding the ability of this wise and powerful sorceress to succeed in her endeavors. Science required research and knowledge, yes. But as she learned as she developed on her own, science required more than that. It required vision, yes, which Rose clearly had. But more than that it required awareness. Not of the exact subject itself, but of the time, of the place, of your surroundings immediate and grander. The greatest scientific discovery of all time would fall to the slightest of breezes if one lacked the context of the times. That- that worried Twilight. Not enough to dissuade her curiosity from being triggered more than it was before as they started going over the nuts and bolts of the device. "I know my fair share when it comes to runic magic. It is not native to this land- as such, its archanic structure needs to be efficient in order to work, as it pulls on distant aether." She watched as Aloe 'channeled' the magic, and the water became magicified. It was impressive. Her own magic investigated it as well. The arcanic construction of it was rather nice, especially for somecreature who claimed to have lesser knowledge of runic magic. Of course, there were complications in its aetheric purity. That left open the question of just how much of this was Aloe's magic being amplified and how much of it was a runic reaction to concentrated magical force, with the unintentional aetheric direction of its creator- in this case, Rose. Still, it was a wonderful device. "How interesting. Tell me, how do you feel when you do that, Aloe?" She asked as she drank her own water. "It is very intriguing. The interlocking archanic bindings in its base aetheric structure need rebuilding and there is too much ulnarian oscillation to mark it as stable for any greater experiment, but it is a wonderful piece of work. What gave you the idea?"
  6. Sunday.

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      PyroBlaze

      Sunday Sunday Sunday, at the Tacoma Dome!

  7. He rolled his eyes. "That's exactly why it's interesting, Smolder. She swims and swims and swims all the time and lives down there, so why would she want to be reading this book? Unless, well- unless its not for her?" He looked over at his dragon fellow. cocking his eyebrow with a sly grin. "Maybe it's for a certain dragon friend who needs to take a shower every once in a while. Hard to bring it up, ya know?" he stuck his tongue out at her as he hovered past her. "Just a thought. Or maybe its for Yona. Watching her try to swim is...something," he said as flew away. Fact was, it was weird she would read a book like that. But he was sure she did. It still had her smell on it, ever faintly. But he wasn't sure it mattered. They were after the water bird in question, not really caring much about her motive unless it proved pertinent. Which it might, you never know. The sound drove them forward. It wasn't long until they found the janitor's closet. One bucket was on its side and still rolling around- she was just here. He didn't even bother looking for any good evidence on what was going on. They were so close behind her now! He'd leave any evidence collecting to his draconic friend. He went up the stairs, following her trailing scent. Then he got lost. Once they got into the main halls it was a little harder since she, along with every student ever, had been here not long ago. Still, it didn't take long for another noise to put them in the right direction. He flew on over to Pinkie's classroom and looked around- why was there a giant puddle? It seemed like something was missing. He was too hopped up on sugar to really pay too much attention in the class so he didn't put the pieces of the puzzle together. He flew over to the open window and peeked out. Sure enough, she was out there, talking about scruffy something? "Okay, found her. What in the wide sky is she up to?" He asked as he put his front paws on the windowsill. "Awww, great. Its wet, too," he muttered to himself. Talk about a poor night out so far.
  8. It would depend on the application itself. It would not be disallowed outright.
  9. Rainbow Dash was tongue tied or somesuch, and that suited Applejack just fine. Anything that could shut her up for a day, the pegasus talking as fast as she flew sometimes when she was nervous. This meant she was currently as calm as the western waters or as jittery as the eastern flow. Applejack wouldn't know for now, because she stuffed her wife's gaping wide mouth with a hoof full of cake and followed it up with a big smooch. After the crowd reacted, she pulled Dash in close as she could and whispered. "Wanna take this dance, sugarcube?" She asked as the band started to play their song. Moonlight held back her tears as best she could, which wasn't all that well, and she allowed herself some fanciful daydreaming. Her, in a beautiful dress, with a handsome groom, surrounded by royals. Canterlot Castle. Being crowned a Princess? She sighed. Such a fantasy was hers to light in the dark of the dreamworld but never to see the sunlight, a flight of fancy true to its tale. But she had a good backup plan and she leaned into him during the ceremony. She lingered a little longer after the crowd started to follow, making sure to be by Remington's side. The stallion had so little wherewithal during a wedding that he would probably end up walking into a Great Seedling trap if he wasn't tied to her hip. They sat down for drinks, him first- she had to admire somepony's form, so 'in' right now!- and she made sure she was comfortable when she returned. "One dark cider with, umm, maybe a cherry on it. And he'll take..." she paused and giggled as she looked him over, "one orange crush cocktail, por favor?" She asked sweetly. She was gonna have fun with Remmy tonight, Celestia help them both. Apple Bloom wandered on over to the reception, her brain afire. For all of the worries and petty complaints she harbored about things lately, she was still overwhelmed by the prospect of her family getting even larger. The Apples were the greatest family on the planet and adding the fastest pony on the planet only added to the endless roster of great abilities they had and the ponies who came with them. Now you could ask the Apples to do anything and they could do it. Well, except whatever it was that Discord did, since he was a barrel and a half of unpredictable consequences. As she made her way in she couldn't help but see him floating closer and closer towards the newlyweds, his gift in hoof. With Fluttershy though he was currently occupied with Zap Apple, and as Apple Bloom approached she saw him snap his gift shut and send it into the gift pile. Well, she assumed as such. "Aww, Ah knew you were secretly a softy. Between a gift an' yer cryin', Ah'd a thunk it was you gettin' married," she said with a wink as she elbowed the elder deity. "Fluttershy, yer lookin' good. How's tha sanctuary holdin' up?" She asked as she bent down to un-mess her cousin's mane. "Auntie Bloom is just so excited taday Zappy. Wanna get some cake?"
  10. Applejack fell asleep right quick, even before Moonlight entered. She was so weak and so completely spent that even when Moonlight came in and started to poke about, she didn't wake up. And she also didn't wake when the first cry from Ambrosia was heard, though her ears did twitch. Ambrosia's second cry however was enough to wake her from her slumber and in a panicked haze of needing to defend her daughter, she swung wildly. Moonlight had reeled back from the cry but was looking towards the door, ready to call for help in dealing with a crying infant, when a hoof she was not prepared for came charging in from the side and decked her clean. Applejack may have been weakened by this extreme length labor. She may not really have the same strength in her forelegs as backlegs. And she certainly didn't mean to send Moonlight flying. But fly she did- through the doors and landing with a skid at Tempest's hooves. Apple Bloom looked down in alarm at her cousin skidding across the floor, her eyes spinning in her head. Through the swinging doors she saw her sister, who was coming to. And her sister smiled, though Apple Bloom didn't know why. (Neither did Applejack, for that matter) The young farmer looked back at Tempest and laughed. "Haha, nah, Ah think Applejack's just fine...are you?"
  11. Doing right by those that aided you was respectable enough. She was here for less noble, far more boring reasons. "Acroneighos was invited to send a representative to attend this wedding as a foreign dignitary, to convey our joy at the union and our hopes for a strong future for them," she said with a sigh. It was boring work, but important. "I did get to decide the gifts that would be given to them. I shall also read to them excerpts from the Acroneighos Poetic Traditions. That should encourage them to seek shelter with one another really quickly," she said with a smile, stretching out one of her legs. "I do hope that the reception-events are enthralling. It has been a while since I was able to participate in Acro-Roaman wrestling with excelling competitors. Do you know if the pegasi here use cumulonimbus clouds for their thunder chase?" She looked up, quizzically noting the lack of clouds in the sky. "Perhaps they bring it in later...?"' Gallus felt as though everything was right in the world for one brief, shining moment. That he would be allowed past them and able to hunt down and speak with the Chancellor before the previous night's many transgressions could be fully vetted into his history for all the world to know and mock. But alas, it was not to be. In a moment of horror and panic he felt something being forced down his throat, his squawk of terror killed in his throat as he half-choked on the liquid. When he was let go he fell from the sky with a crash, grasping briefly at his throat in reflex. All of this because he didn't know what the bad cider was supposed to look like. And who in the world had even done it? She had spoken but he was too busy dying to notice. His eyes focused on on the subject and he was about to give her a tongue lashing (as ironic as it may be) even as he only barely registered the loss of a feather when somecreature else interrupted his train of thought. At least Tiger Blood's statement wasn't something that could get him angry. Well, he still would be. He was dying a little. "I'm-" he hacked up a pile of nothing as the liquid was still playing havoc on his throat. He shook his head and started hovering again. It also gave him just enough time to regain what little composure he had. "I'm not drunk," he said confidently. "I was drunk. Now, I'm hungover. Did you know that the Apple family cider looks like the same?" A pause. "Well, it did to me. Uggh, it doesn't matter," he said as he pocketed his 'invitation'. "Thanks for the potion," he said evenly, trying to not make a scene, "but I need to see the Chancellor before the wedding," he took off flying, eyes desperately searching for the right Okay. Okay. The stallion who spoke, she understood him. Kind of. He was speaking in an unusually formal and wordy manner but she...vaguely remembered her time in Manehattan and wasn't too caught off-guard. In private schools you always ran into ponies that thought verbosity passed for personality and wit but she found that idea lacking in concrete evidence. And really, who needed personality and wit, even a bit, when you got a flank that won't quit? Still, she guessed he might have been turning it on for such an event. And under all that, he was being awfully complimentary of her and she wasn't about to do anything else but very humbly and graciously accept and devour any morsel of attention she could. She tittered as he started leading her away. "Well, lead on. Like, this event is sooooo not ready for me. Tch, well, maybe," she said as she saw some of the dresses on display. Maybe she wasn't as cocky, though wearing a Rarity design was certainly strong. And then the mare spoke and her overwhelmingly exasperating choice of words made Moonlight's brain start to melt, overheated as it tried to comprehend some of the meanings and all of the intent and just coming back increasingly irked. Not that she'd show it. She'd just allow her brain to melt and reboot with a smile!
  12. Sky Crack bristled unintentionally. Being called a Maretonian mare was something of an insult to any proper Acroneighos mare. The Tall Mares- that was the translation of Maretonia. It was a term coined by either an Earth pony crime lord or those heartless unicorns in Kastrot. Acroneighos was a proud city-state of pegasi who, naturally, were shorter than the other species by some amount that was imperceptible to all but those that sought reasons to argue and fight one another. "Acroneighos, yes," she responded quickly but still cheerily. She may not be a diplomat but her parents had lavishly spent on her education and she knew better than to make a flank of herself here. "I am glad to see that you have made your peace, Commander. When we heard that the Shadow Lord of the Black Storm had been pardoned by the Sovereign-in-Waiting Twilight Sparkle, we had our reservations. After all, it is not often you see a combatant with such skill in the art of combat and strategic violence return to a more pastoral life," she added a pregnant pause, "with no regrets, at least. What is your relation to this Herd?" It wasn't that Gallus had gotten drunk. It was that he had gotten completely and totally destroyed. He didn't know what it had been in the first place! He had just been enjoying a party that he had maybe perhaps snuck into, perhaps without asking anycreature, and certainly maybe perhaps kind of illegally. It was one of many parties rocking the small town the night before due to the royal wedding and he just wanted in on the action. How was he supposed to know what that drink was? Griffons had very clearly marked bottles of *alcohol* and he had cider before and it hadn't been alcoholic. He thought Sweet Apple Cider was all the same anyway. he had trusted a brand. This is why you can't trust brands, even the brands of a creature you thought you knew because your knowledge would absolutely betray you. Like this one did. Well, not entirely just the alcohol's fault. In any case, he needed to see Prince Blueblood, Princess Bluebelle, Twilight, or even that snooty looking Mayor. Just somecreature he could get to sign some documents and end the encroaching nightmare. He arrived where the wedding was, his well-crafted fake invitation under his wing as he smoothed his messy feathers back and wiped the sweat from his brow. A sphinx, a changeling, a showoff, a guard, and a mess of confusion would be his ally as he flew on by the collective, trying to avoid the front door. His only ally, since he could never trust cider again. "Good day here, I take it?" he said breezily, or an attempt at such, as he tried to glide past them. Oh my Twilight, two weddings so close together. Moonlight could taste the excitement in the air and who could blame them? It wasn't every day you had a royal wedding! Almost, anyway. It had become rather common or seemed as such the past few years, at least in comparison to the previous centuries. Part of it was simply that Equestria was so much more involved globally that every minor royal wedding counted. But this one was Equestrian, in Equestria, in Ponyville to boot. It couldn't get more pony than this if it tried. And a herd? How outrageously scandalous. She had made sure to tell the Chancellor how exciting and taboo everything was. What cache would the Chancellor have in history now? A piece of trivia before. Maybe now the Chancellor would have a whole section in the book! Talk about an upgrade, right? She trotted into the wedding wearing a full length version of what would have been worn by Bluebelle if she had been the one up there instead of Blueblood. It moved with her like air, its green shine attractive and eye catching without being acutely vexing. She felt like seven thousand, six hundred, and five bits. Specific? yes. That was the cost Rarity attached to it! Luckily, Bluebelle was not up there today so the dress had to go somewhere...and Rarity already her dress picked out. As a member of the Fashion Club she had worked tirelessly with Rarity to help perfect the dress. She had modeled it, stitched it, worked the fabrics and dyes and gems alongside the older mare. It had earned her an invitation. And, for tonight only, it had earned her this stunner of a dress. She didn't mind showing it (and herself) off as she sauntered up to the castle and hooved it over, giggling like a schoolfilly (which she was after all) as she was allowed in.
  13. His eyes continued to shine bright, like orbs in the dark. "Oh yeah. Haven't had a good bite since....feels like forever. Well, discounting the Blue Moon Festival," he said sheepishly. He tried his best in Equestria to keep up with the customs but it was a total bummer that he was essentially starved much of the time. Well, felt like it anyway. he ate what they offered without complaint but that didn't mean he was happy about it. There were fisheries and hatcheries he could contact about it but most of what Equestria made was purely for export, leaving the small stock expensive, and the rivers, lakes, and oceans of the nation were protected from illegal predation. So no Gallus, the Swooping Hawk for him. "Really, thanks for this. It means a lot," he said a little lower as he tentatively grabbed one of the finished fish and licked his lips. Then he annihilated it. If there had been any possibility of a delayed devouring of the fish it hastily died when it met the reality that Gallus, for all of his slowly developing Equestrian ways, was a predator at heart. He started on the first fish slowly but once he got the taste of meat back it started to move quickly. A griffon could hardly be sated by anything that would pass as an normal Equestrian diet. Even with the best substitutes he could find Gallus had been steadily losing muscle mass and weight since he had arrived in Ponyville, and routinely had digestive issues. He did well to keep his feathers and fur kept up to such a nice level because he was very certain that Smolder would start ragging on him if she saw just how he had lost. It was, Boreas be his witness, a miracle to finally have fish. It tasted so good, and it tasted so right. Still, he managed to pay attention even as he lost himself in the succulence of the best meal he had in months, as indicated by his tail which was uncharacteristically excited. So, these came from outside the regional drift of Sequestria? He hadn't given any thought as to the concept of the ocean's drift before, but it made sense. he wondered if they had the sort of boundary issues down here that Griffons did in the sky. A griffon makes something in the sky, it drifts somewhere, now another griffon claims it. The more communally minded Hippogriffs probably solved it with a drum circle. And he certainly never gave any thought as to the relations between griffons and their prey, as long as that prey wasn't sentient. Predators ate prey and prey were eaten by predators. That was the whole circle of life, right there. "So, you only take fish from outside the drift? Why worry about the relations with other sea life? It isn't as if the squid is talking to the cod, right?" He thought about it. Well...in Equestria it seemed like some animals certainly spoke to others, so it was possible, he supposed.
  14. Despite her militant demeanor and those of her fellow countrisi, she wasn't one to say no to a wedding. And a royal wedding at that attracted all manner of interest far and wide. Even the halls of Acroneighos couldn't ignore it, despite their best efforts. With relations improving between the militant city-state and the nation-state of Equestria, it was decided quickly that somepony needed to be sent. Sky Crack knew that it wasn't her scene but she knew that she had some connection with one member of this 'herd', the one they now called Dunnie. She had fought Dunder in the Arena of Whitescar some time ago and proved victorious, as she did later against a brutish dragon that she left begging for mercy. Dunder had been the more difficult engagement. She respected the warrior and while puzzled at events that transpired later did not think it mattered much in the end. Skill was skill and greatness was greatness, so in honor of that engagement she volunteered to go to the wedding. When she arrived, she did so with less pomp and circumstance than others of her rank might. Two Acroneighos guards escorted her, begrudgingly on all sides, to the Ponyville city limits at which point they left. She flew the rest of the way there herself, landing softly in a trot to her assigned position. She wore the standard formal dress uniform of the Acroneighos military, a loose silk dress filled out over light laminar, the ends of the dress to the base of her tail as she refused it to go any further. It would reduce her movement too much she believed she would need that just in case Changelings attacked. It was possible. Equestrian history was littered with attacks during major events. Nocreature could tell Sky Crack it was unwise to be so prepared. It was why she refused to part with her gladius, which was held tightly in her underside in its sheath. Just in case. She found her seat next to the one known as Fizzlepop Berrytwist, aka Tempest Shadow, or the Shadow Lord of the Black Storm. She and her dread fleet had never touched upon Maretonia. Many, including Sky Crack, believed it was because not even the Storm King was arrogant enough to tussle with the Legion until he had that accursed staff of his. A part of Sky Crack knew it was more likely that he just didn't see the point in ruling a land with so few resources. She had always imagined what it would have been like fighting the Shadow Lord in combat. A quick glance over the mare confirmed that she seemed fit and capable which certainly meshed well with the rumors. In any case, Equesrtria's stunning leniency whenever they faced enemies marked her as friend and ally instead of enemy, so Sky Crack kept her theories to herself as she sat next to Tempest. "Hello. I am Sky Crack, Tagmatarches of the Scout Accompli, Fourth Pegtasi of the Citadel in the Sky, Acroneighos. An honor to meet, Tempest Shadow," she spoke in her thick Acroneighos accent, making herself as comfortable as she could allow herself in such seating.
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