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  1. Tempest trotted out after Bloom, stopping for a moment too stretch out like a cat before she picked her pace up into a fast trot doing small laps around Bloom as they walked. Tired as she was in truth she still found the movement to help wake herself up better. “May be around the civilized, yet we both know I’m nothing more than a wolf kept as some pet by the civilized world. My heart is wild.” She says back, not touching too much deeper on the topic and the underlying problems  Bloom seemed to have picked up on with her tone. Tempest was no fool, they’d not taken too kindly to her. A shame… As her heart did yearn for that life… And maybe she still can have it. Some day. Not today. Not in some years… But a tree starts with just a seed. And that seed was planted. 

     

    But such thinking was distracted as Bloom spoke up about the events. Tempest had a good hunch about it and it seemed most of that was founded in truth. “Far-Port? Or was it Dagger Bay? If it was Dagger Bay I may know the pack that put some pupps in you. Not many packs down south that way so… My bits are on it being the Trash Pack or the Bone Eaters. Shame you don’t remember him at all, help narrow it down. Unless he was a pack-less hound then you truly are ***** ever learning that truth.” She says, not judging Bloom at all for how this came to be. How can she? She got drunk and got railed by the most hated bull in Equestria. A pack-less hound may as well be a noble compared to that. Not that Tempest gave a rat's arse. Equestria can go down in flames for all she cares about it. 

     

    “Well, at least we both have a friend to fuss about such things with ‘eh?” She added, looking over at Bloom before stopping her laps around the walking mare to look at the source of the thumping sound both mares heard. It was no shock to see AJ out trying to work… Mare was more like Tempest than she’d be willing to say. Both mares never were willing to admit defeat even if their own body was failing. Tempest let out a snort. “Her stinking mouth? You better get ear plunges than before the stench of my muzzle reaches you. May knock the fur off you.” She huffed making her way over to AJ and looking back at Bloom with a nod of her head. She’d look after AJ. “Well, give me the list. If you are letting me live here may as well put my back into it. Takes more than two bulls in my Barrel to slow me down. Just don’t ask me to go leaping fences.”

  2. Niil was fine to just skip past her home. He did not dislike the place; it was very nice. But it seemed to be a place of less than joyous worries for his friend. And he’d not waste the trip speaking or thinking of such things. So he kept his walk going as he made his way around wagens and walking ponies. Even this early the town was swinging into life. “Well, I hope it all meets your needs. I oversaw it all myself and picked out the tent you will stay in. If you find it failing, that sits as much on me as my servants.” He says with a mark of pride in his tone. He felt he picked well and will put his lot in the stakes for such. He’d rather take part of the blame then dump it all on his servants. They did him well, only fair he repaid in such. 

     

    “As for taking you out house-hunting with me, well that was hardly the plot at paw but there is something to be learned in taking one such as you along… No better way to judge if a land will be attractive then…” He found his words trailing off, by the moon how can he word this in a way to not sound… “Well, let one fine as you pass some jugement. If it meets your standards then a sphinxes will just be smitten by it.” He felt that was stiff, but he found no better way to vear off the path his words were going. Yet she drove him back onto it just as swifty. “Ah, yes. Slower than they hoped but swifter than I believed. I do not know why they felt they’d smash it out in a year or less. This spell is no changing of the hide, no masking of what one is. A sphinx is more than that and they are learning the truth of that. We are not just a pony and cat mixed together in some magic blender. But they seem convinced it can be done more than ever… And much to my anger the bug is most useful to this end. I hoped to swat it away swiftly but it seems the thing is needed to see this work. So far at least.” He shakes his head gently and slowly, so not to tross the mare off his head. 

     

    “So the lack of communication is born from that. Nothing worth speaking about has passed. At least for us. The sea of paperwork seems to speak otherwise but I do not care much for findings, just the end result.” By now he was outside of the town and stretched his wings out. He was most definitely growing well and swiftly. Yet he still had much more to go but that’d take many decades. Like a dragon his kind took many years to reach full size. But what size it will be. If he grew to be as large as his father… Well, even dragons best watch their tails. “I will take us to the sky soon, if you wish to make use of the harnes now is a wise time to do so. We will be in the air for about three hours, maybe four. I packed some warm clothing as well. You may wish to put them on now before you strap in. It's much colder in the sky than down on land.” He warned, flicking one of his ears to gently brush at the mare sitting so close to them. 

  3. A purring chuckle ruled its way free from his muzzle at her remakes. Most found her personality thorny or abrasive. He disagreed and found it witty and charming. And in truth, reminiscent of his mother. Maybe that is why he got along so well with her. Maybe that is why he found her personality charming. She was as close as he could get to another of his kind out here and lifted his spirits every time. “Advisors? This part was all me, the only advisor playing a hoof is your own. She sent a letter and I answered. She even took the time to ink my name in hieroglyphs.” He says with a swift wave of his paw and shift of his head to let her more easily settle down on her perch. Once she was on he backed away from the window and made his way down the road. 

     

    “When we take wing you may want to move down to my back, between my wings. I have a harness latched onto me you can clip into if you feel unsteady on your hooves. Or if we hit some sore weather. But you alone can make that judgment, it is not my place to command a sphinxess.” He added, his trot almost bouncing with excitement to go on this outing. It was not just this was his first time going out with a friend other than Blue. This was more than that. This was his first outing fully unchained. Blue gave the words, Niil was free to fly as far and wide as his heart wanted for this outing. The blasted golden collar was still around his neck and legs but at least he was free to roam. And underneath that all was his enjoyment of what was happening. Something deep and instinctive was nudging him on and praising him. He can’t get his claws on what that feeling was. But he felt alive and full of energy to take wing or battle. 

     

    “And I will admit, maybe this trip is me scouting out… Places. Den and territory. I have none and that is shameful for a sphinx of my age. For some time I lumneted I may never have such… But some land is still unclaimed even in this age. Before the snow comes and the travel becomes unbearable I wish to take wing over the places remote. And in truth, I did so already in passing and found a place pleasing to rest when the moon sings overhead. Even if I feel more awake at such times, long ago I got used to the sleeping patterns of you ponies. Even if the cats roaming in the dark make for good conversations.” As the road opened up to the outskirts of town he opened his large wings and stretched, arching his back but keeping his head level so Spoiled need not worry about slipping off. “Do you want me to stop by your home first? I have room in my bags to pack some more of your youngs if you wish. If not, we shall take wing here and now. Two days go swiftly in good company.”

  4. Pipp made her way down the long hallways and marble floors, she was feeling the icecream now… maybe she had too much? … Na. But all the flying did her in. And getting to pass out on mom's bed sounding like the icing on a cake. And so she did not say much, not much more needed to be told. For now it was nesting time. And as soon as she got into mom's room she made for the bed and flopped onto it… And got to work. She pulled and moved the covers and pillows until she was sitting in a bowl of covers and pillows. With this done she laid down tucked her legs up underneath herself, wings fluttering as she ‘fuffed’ up. She looked almost like a young filly again. A ball of fur and feathers cupped safely in a nest of instincts peaking out at her mother. Sometimes she did this in her own bed. Sometimes instincts won out and one just had to do it. She’s seen others do it. The park sometimes had the most funny acts of instinct where mothers with young foals may start gathering plant matter and sticks to make a place to lay down with their young. Just to wonder why they did that to begin with.

     

    Soon as she felt mother jumping onto the bed she lowered her head and tucked it down. And much as she hated how small she was… It had one upside. Mom still found it easy to get up on top of her and lay down without much fuss or work. With the walls of covers all around her and mother on top she felt safe. Truly safe. A rare feeling and one made all the more worse as of late. Her fears melted away like ice in summer as soothing calls from a nesting mother on top soothed her thinking. She did not even fuss when she was adjusted, scooted and moved to make for easier laying on. She found herself unwilling to even joke as the darkness called her to sleep. Warm. Safe. Dark. Such things made keeping her eyes open pointless. And so she let out one pleased peep and drifted away to a deep slumber.

  5. With the window he leans in closer, nose poking inside to sniff at her for a moment. After confirming she was in fact, herself, he leaned back and looked in at her with a big smile. “Savannah sun this time of the year? If we have a savannah do let me know, I have yet to see one… Well, grasslands do count in a way does it not? So never mind… But plans for you I do have. We are going on an adventure. And before you scuff and inform me you don’t do such things I have seen plenty of pictures and books of the powerful and wealthy going on such things atop of the backs of grand beasts. And I am offering you that… A ride on my back to a palace far from here for a weekend where you need not worry about this town, its drama and oddness for just two days and one night. I have packed a tent, gear that Blueblood is fit to use so you will find it passable. On my word your hooves will stay clean, fur untouched by grime and no snooping about in dungeons. This is an adventure of sightseeing.” He lowers his head down, pushing his muzzle alongside the wall of the building so all she had to do was step out of the window and onto his head. 

     

    “And if you must know, this was planned. I am not alone in worrying about you. The ones beneath you worry about the matriarch as much as me. We have seen to it you may have this weekend and I shall see to it no one bothers you. By wing and claw I shall see you rested and happy again, you earned as much and if one voice speaks wrong they my fangs they will meet. For even the strongest matriarch needs time to rest and for pride to look after her affairs. So come, just for two days. The town will live on.” He hoped he’d not have to force this, she looked miserable! Did she even sleep the day before? It made his heart ache to see her so spent. Where was her pride? Why did she do this alone? Some pony customs he just did not understand. If her pride was failing her than he’d do his part and give her the rest and help she clearly needed.

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    Some found the friendship struck up between Nilaavin and Spoiled odd. And in some regards he had too admit it was. He certainly did not go into meeting her the first time with the idea of friendship, let alone holding her up as a truly trusted friend. Yet over the months he found that to the outcome. She was engaging to speak with and viewed him with respect yet she held her ground. She did not see him as nothing more or less than her equal. And he respected that. A respect that flowed both ways as they more than once shaird long evenings chatting away like two pride mates over countless topics. So when he got a letter to act on this friendship and force her to take a weekend off for once he found himself unwilling to turn down such a task. She needed it and he knew it as much as her secretary. And so he took to the task over the week and after a few letters back and forth between him and the secretary everything was set in place. All he had to do was talk the thick headed mare into leaving Ponyville for the weekend, that’d be the only way to give her a true weekend of peace. And he knew that there were no easy feet… But as he walked down the street, back heavy with saddlebags and a rigged up harness around his chest to carry everything he had a good feeling about this. 

     

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    One can hardly call an adult sphinx tapping on the side of a building ‘knocking’ but Niil did not want to wiggling his way around inside that building with all his kit on. He could hardly fit inside without such things. With it all on he was bound to get stuck somewhere. So he sat by her window, claw tapping it along the side. “Good morning Spoiled, are you aware it's the weekend? I stopped by your home only to be informed by your daughter you were not in! Did you not look at your calendar? I did and I know you have nothing that needs doing for two days. Do not waste them on reviewing papers not due for another week. Now come, open this window so we may speak and I stop looking like a lion gone insane out here.” He found all of this moist amusing. She was dedicated to this job with ferocious zeal, no pony can say otherwise. But he knew why she had to be. She was not well liked by most, even if most did think she got the job done well. It was a hard line to walk in the public space where faltering can get ugly fast. But one can only do this so long. He saw it in her eyes, walk and body. Come what may he was going to remove her from this building and give her two days away from this madness. If her own… Was unwilling to force such a thing for her own well being, than he will take up the task.

  7. Pipp rubbed her chin, she did not know Avalanche well like she told mom. Only seeing him a few times he was a rather new face to the guard. But she heard good of his pedigree and he was fully on the crown's side. That being said, she had a hunch he was fully on mom's side where Vermillion’s pledge was definitely more on Pipps side of the family. But maybe that was for the best, to keep mom from worrying too much about Pipp thinking about pushing a claim. Not that she’d do it, but tell that to other nobles. So having a guard that flagged on mom's side was probably for the best. “Very well, I will text the captain later and tell him I want them both marked as my new honor guard.” She says with a nod of her head to confirm her mom's judgment. With that matter done she clapped her hooves and waved over a servient to clean up the now empty bowls of ice cream. And wipe down Pipps face. 

     

    She knew mom liked doing her own clean up but Pipp felt that was beneath her. They have servants, they may as well use them. Cleaning sucked. But soon it was done and she was stretching like a cat, her even larger tummy pugging out as if she was pregnant. “Mm, that was good. So… TV naps? Or do I get to nap in the old nest hrm?” She asked, looking at Haven. The old nest was, of course, mom's bed. When Pipp was just a tiny ball of Fur and feathers that is where she tucked away and kept warm by wing and covers. Pipp has had plenty of stories about how defensive mom was back then. She still can’t imagine mom fluffing up in anger every time some poor servant had to open the door and check on her. 

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  8. “Huge, strong and with the willpower to slay a god if he wanted too that.” Tempest says, remarking on what the Sire was like. “Not going to lie… Part of me wanted to give in and become a caribou and just join his army. That way of life sings to my heart but I knew he was working out the truth and if I was found out… Well, I was not about to be walked over. He’d not have liked the truth even if he did respect me. In his own way at least.” She shakes her head, looking down at the water. She wanted to tell the full truth but knew better. Bloom can know a good part of it but not all of it. She can’t bring herself to trust even Bloom fully. The young mare will not understand. No pony will. She flicked her ears, then looked back at the young mare. 

     

    “Bucking trees sounds like a charming way to wake up. But you have to join me on my morning joge… Or, well, maybe morning walk for you.” She says with a nod of her head and the last slurp of water from the bowl. With the drink done she placed her bowl on top of Blooms and picked up both in her muzzle and plopped them in the sink for later washing. She did not know how Bloom did her dishwashing. But Tempest was an ‘all at once’ at the end of the day mare. With that done she stomped her hooves and trotted for the door. “La oss kreve dagen! That’s caribou, which means ‘let's claim the day!’ I think its meaning is self-explaining. And speaking of explaining you have yet to tell me about the sire of your pups. Don’t have to give me the gritty, but I told you some of mine only fair you tell me some of yours. Big? Small? Good kisser? Heard the mutts are fantastic at that if you like it sloppy.” She says looking back at Bloom, stopping at the doorway.

  9. Tempest let out a long and very dramatic grunting huff as she fell down on her side again. “No smoking. No drinking. And no coffee? I’m going too ******* die.” She fussed, rubbing her face with both her front hooves. “How am I going too survive Bloom? Next you are going to say I have to smile more and give out hugs. That may kill me even faster than quitting all three vices at the same time.” She added rolling onto her back and watching Bloom pull out a bowl of cold water. That… Well, it looked nice. She can go for some water. So with a grunt she rolled off her makeshift bed and got up to trot over to get some water of her own. “And ya, I talked to AJ. Maybe a little on the late side… I think she was this-” She held up two hooves holding them about an inch apart. “-Close to killing me if I knock one more time on the door. Bad leg or not, don’t think I’d have won that duel. But she put me up in here long as you are fine with me being a housemate for a few weeks. I really have nowhere to go for help other than her on… This so… I’d be thankful if you’d let me stay.” 

     

    As Tempest talked she pulled out another bowl and filled it up with some water from the tap. One big thing she loved about AJ’s farm. Well water. City water was awful. It tasted as bad as the air smelled. How ponies willingly drank that stuff was unknown to her. But with the bowl of water done she put it down next to Bloom and unceremoniously lapped it up as if she was drinking from some river out in the wildes. This did for a moment, make her wonder why Bloom was drinking from a bowl and not as glass. But she was not about to make a point out of the act. She enjoyed the odd unspoken solidarity going on here with drinking water from bowls. “Not too wrong on that shot.” Tempest says, looking up from the water at Bloom. “But further north. Like you, not trainspotting ponies. Got two calves in me. Caribou dad. ****** hunk of a buck. Huge head to hooves and everything in between.” She says, chuckling some. “I made the mistake of thinking we can’t cross breed. Apparently I did not get the memo that we mares can in fact… And it seems even with mutts. If I knew that I’d been a hint more ****** careful. But it's not that bad. Not the ‘settle down and marry’ type of mare. And I think Caribou calves are more my speed as stands… Think how big they are going to be. My tall flank and a giant bull? I will bet bits on them being taller than me growing up.” 

     

    She was somewhat shocked by how much she was talking. If you knew her, you knew she hardly talked. Yet she found herself just yapping away with Bloom. Not the first time she’s done so around the young mare. Even back on the ship more than once Bloom got her chatting. Maybe Tempest saw some of herself in that mare. A better self. But that was a line of thinking she was not comfortable with taking much deeper. “So ya. Oh, and maybe leaving out some details… Like some kick **** outfit that changes me into a Caribou. Magic and what not. Don’t tell AJ about that. Or much about this Bull. I want too keep it on the low. I can trust you to keep this between you and me. Can’t I?” 

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  10. “Yes Vermilion. You know he’d make a good body guard for me. He follows orders without hesitating, never questions them.” Or me, the thought. “And I get along with him. Trust me mother he will be fine. He’s not going to make some incident happen. He very much cares about my image and will not taint it with his…” She waved a hoof. Even she can’t put a good spin on some parts of Vermilion. He was very proud and very, very, loud when he wanted to be. And yes, some of the other guards found him obnoxious. But honestly she did enjoy how he’d bust a gut over her jokes or be more than willing to praise her. He fanned her ego like few were willing. Yes, she’d be happy too have him following her around. He was unofficially her hound allready after all. 

     

    But she needed more than just him. She wanted four but at the least she needed two guards to tag team in and out. Got to give them some down time after all and rest. She honestly didn't know what to follow up with after Vermilion. He was an easy pick… The rest she’d need to think about. “Hrim, fine. If you have some suggestions I’m open to it. Like I told you my other pick was Zephyrwing. Maybe Avalanche? Don’t know him well but he is a unit of a stallion and last I heard he was definitely on our side when the ‘event’ happened.” She looked over at her mother, honestly open to some suggestions. She’d trust her mom's judgment on some guards. As long as they were not full on pushovers like some were. Pipp got the PR, she did, but will it hurt to have guards that did not scream the moment they saw a horn head? … Unicorn. She’d really need to re-train her brain on that and fast. Last thing she needed was THAT in the papers.

  11. Pipp was not happy with the reasons. She failed to see the harm in it. Most of all it was kept inside their own home and out of view. She gets marching troops around outside with a sword and spear is a bad vibe to give off. But inside? Ulhg. This is why she wanted to be queen some times. So she can just make things happen and no one will tell her no. But much as she wanted it she wanted her mom to stay queen forever even more. So she just rolled her eyes. “Yes mom.” Was her reply for it. Only fair she lost one battle after having her mom side with the other things so far. She knew the reply would not please mom as it was her nice way of saying ‘fine but i don’t like it.’ without being rude. But she hoped it let her slide past that and talk about the other thing. This seems more fine with mom, not shocking given the remakes on the way here. 

     

    “Captain Zephyrwing and Lieutenant Thunder? They got promoted?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. She knew the two well of course they followed them like a shadow on plenty of trips. Still Pipp found them somewhat foolish. Most of all Thunder. Good heart but his head… She’d not cool him useless. But sometimes she had to wonder how he became a guard. And that sounds mean. He’s not bad at it. Just sometimes she felt he needed more back bone. “But no, I was not thinking of grabbing them… Well, maybe Zephyrwing. I was considering her. But no way we can split them. The two do work best as a team. But I do put a claim on Sargent Vermilion. He played his own part in getting me to freedom and I trust him to be extremely loyal to me. I know you think his personality can be wolfish but that hardly matters for this job. I do all the speaking after all, he just has to sit by and be a good hound.” She says nodding her head, then eating more of her ice cream. Not much of it was left. Where did it all go? She wanted more honestly but knew that was not going to happen. Unless she wanted her trainer to ban her from all sweets for a week. Bleh. Why did mom give that trainer her own voice of authority at least when it came to the cooks?  

  12. It took some time for Tempest to sit down and sleep. She wandered around the home and inspected it in the dark. Raided the fridge and ate some odds and ends. Then she was back outside sitting on the porch watching the moon and stars. A song came to her at that moment. A song she heard so long ago by a traveling companion with a name lost to time. “The wolf is howling in the forest of night, he wants to, but cannot sleep. The hunger tears his wolven stomach and it's cold in his burrow.” She was not singing the words, she just spoke them in tone. Looking down she gently tapped a hoof at her barrel. “Wolf, wolf, don't you come here. I will never let you take my child…” How young was she when that song was told? Where was she? Someware… North. But not too far north. A mare and mother sang it for her. Wondering as aimlessly as she was with her foals. What became of that mare? Tempest did not know. But she felt drained and ready to sleep now. 

     

    She found a spot that worked. Pulling some cushions to a corner of the living room  she made a ‘bed’ of sorts. Removing her saddle bags she removed one fur blanket and laid down on the cushions and tossed the fur plet over her back. She was too tired to think about how funny this was. All shoved up in some corner sleeping like a dog. But it just was how she wes. She may have slept more easily outside honestly. But she was tired. So tired… And sleep won its war as darkness took her.

     

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    Tempest woke up unleashing a truly amazing tirade of cursing and swearing as her horn sparked to life, ready to blast whatever sneaked up on her into ash. But bloom got off without so much as one singed strand of fur. The wall didn't get off so lucky, but they’d deal with that later. After Tempest was done with her mini panic attack she gave bloom a smack on the shoulder. “DON'T DO THAT!” She fussed, flopping down on her side with a grunt. “Almost blew your head off!” She huffed and rubbed her face. By the gods she still felt tired. How much sleep did she even get? Oh well. No way she’d get more with that young mare almost laying on top of her and bouncing around… And wow Bloom was… Bigger. How many puppies were in her? 

     

    She grunted again and pushed herself up and stretched like some old dog just waking up. “Howdy Bloom. And to be fair I didn't think I’d be here as well until a few days ago.” She spoke more freely around Bloom. She can’t nail down why but the mare was a friend in her eyes. Maybe it was how outgoing she was. Or how hard she worked. But she dealt with Tempest better than most and Tempest dealt with her. “But I think we are going to be housemates for a few weeks. If you don’t mind.” She yawned again and shook her head then looked down at the other mare's barrel… Then looked down at her own and aimed a hoof at it. “Take a ******* shot in the dark. Can you believe this ****? And you!” She aimed the hoof at blooms very big belly. “How the **** did BOTH of us end up like this?” she fussed, then blinked. “And how did a D-dog even… Later, tell me later. Coffee. Now."

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  13. “Zipp is a gifted flier, she’s taken to like a duck too water.” Pipp says, thinking about this problem. “We can use her to train and test the guards. If they pass her jugement I’d trust them on air duty… If we can get Zipp down from the sky and do something useful. For a queen to be she loves being everywhere but here.” She says softly, but with a hint of anger. Much as she loved her sister… Well, some things were long term problems between the two. But she didn't sit on that for too long, she knew better. One too many remakes like that put mother in a worry about how the sisters viewed each other. “And maybe it's time to rearm them as standard. I know you told me a dozen times it's not a good look. But I think we passed some lines on what the peasants can and can not do. Only fair can we give guards some swords or spears again. At least inside are home and out of view.” She had a feeling this was going to be something her mom will be less open too. Something Pipp didn't understand honestly. But it was what it was. 

     

    “Speaking of ponypower, got some favorites picked out for a personal retinue? You get first picks after all. Just leave some for me. I want at least four so I can shift them. Two on, two off. It helps with the roll out carpet as well.” She says leaning her head to the side doing her thinking face. “You must have some favorites… I have some. And know at least one of them is extremely loyal. Maybe even more loyal to me than the crown.” She winked at that one and stuck out her tongue before eating more of her ice cream. She knew that was going to open up Pandora's box 

  14. Pipp knew all of this was ‘beneath’ her age. But sometimes you need the outburst and comfort of such things. And so she stayed tucked into the wing as her mother gently led her down the hallways of their home and to one of Pipps favorite places. Not her most favorite, but it was one of them definitely. Just ask the demon that was her ‘fitness’ instructor… Well maybe she did sneak down here too often. Not her fault the cooks were so good! And she can smell the food being prepared for later today… It and the warmth and cooing of her mother put the shakes to an end as her heart stopped trying to make a jail break from her own body. She can’t explain why it worked. But she knew this feeling was not one just held by her. Seen plenty of remarks about it online. Warm wings and the soft cooing of a mother was a hard trigger for relaxing for most pegasi it seems…

     

     

    After she removed herself from the wing of safety Pipp was sitting next to her mother devouring her ice cream. The poor thing may as well have been a sheep tossed into a pin of hungry wolves. She did not even have to tell the cooks what she wanted. All mom did was tell them to bring out a big helping of ice cream. They knew what she wanted. It was by most, a mess. Fuge. cookie dough. Brownies. All mixed together in vanilla ice cream made fresh here in the palace by some of the best confectioners wealth can buy. And so it was as good as she can hope for, far better than what she had back in the mud pony town. No offense to them. 

     

    She stopped her war on the ice cream to look over at Haven as she spoke. “Maybe the one good side to being a peasant.” She remarked. “Not dealing with… That… I never liked it to begin with and now it feels even worse. Much easier to deal with when they are all on the other side of a screen.” She added with a small huff and glanced over at the guards. It was very rare to have guards shadow them in their own home. But Pipp asked for them to follow and so they did. Keeping a respectful distance and standing still as two works of art, yet alert as eyes and heads gently looked around the space. Was it unnecessary? Maybe. Did it help her relax? Yes. 

     

    She pondered for a moment. On Them and the rush of wings that came at them on landing. Yes, they needed to think about the flying thing. “We need new patrol paths. All of it is ground based along the choke points. We need to set up air portals to keep peepers away from the windows. If I wake up and see one in my window I will sick my guards on them without hesitating.” She muttered. This got a look from one of the guards that was hard to read, but she felt it was a ‘I’d do it.’ face in regards to her remark… Sooner or later they’d need too vet them all and work out some new things. And she’d hoof pick some for her own personal unit. So that look placed him on the list for consideration. “And some landing places for us and are guards.”

  15. “Caribou.” Tempest says back. Somehow talking about this was making her feel a little better. She didn't understand why. Maybe she just needed to keep talking. “They are warriors. Some of the best.. After me. Fearless. Strong. I… Found there land a palace I can let lose. Maybe to lose it seemed.” She added with a shake of her head. “As for reindeer stuff, I don’t know. Going to learn soon regardless… If they can fly, may the all father help me as that is going to be a pain. May have too ask Dash for help on that front… If I’m still around of course.” She didn't really know how this would go. She didn't even understand how this all worked out. You’d think Caribou will make Caribou… But somehow they make Reindeer. What is the same thing but not? None of the books she found was helpful and no pony was better. So she’d just have to learn this first hoof and work it out as she goes. Whatever they were they’d be… Hers. And perfect. How can they not be? 

     

    She followed AJ out the door and walked with her. Looking around the farm and the land lit up by the moon. She honestly liked the place. Honest work and some peace from the outside world. She wanted to start her own but ended up just being a ranger… She liked that work as well. She got to spend days or weeks out in the woods. She’d miss that deeply and already wanted to go back to such a life… She hoped her foals… Caves? They’d like the outdoors as much as she did. She hoped they'd understand the same freedom she felt when truly out in the wilderness. To see land untouched and lay underneath a sky untainted by cities light pollution. She hoped they were warriors as well. Strong. Brave. But most of all she hoped she’d do this well. Give them the love she never had. Give them a mother that CARES about them. That tells them ‘wow, good job!’ when they did something. Hug them. Look at them… Just notice them at all. She’d be everything her mother was not. She may not know how a mother needs to be but she knew what a mother was not. 

     

    Reaching the home she looked up and let out a huff. “Wow. It really was built to look like this huh? Maybe I need to sleep in the barn after all.” She says but did walk inside and looked around as AJ talked. From the sound of it Bloom was sleeping as it was silent in here. “Going to have to talk to her about them pups… Seems we both got a little to lose and free.” She let chuckled for just a moment then looked back at AJ and walked back to look AJ in the face. “Thank you.” And with that she pulled one leg up and ‘hugged’ the mare. As much as one can call a hug from Tempest. It lasted just a moment and was over swiftly as she backed up a few steps. “Sleep well. I’m going to raid the fridge and pass out somewhere… See you in the morning.”

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  16. Seeing the city from this view was not a new one. She did have some airships after all. But flying over it on your own? With your own wings? That was a very strange feeling that changed the view in ways she’d never dream of… And just as swiftly filled her head with alarming worry. They can all fly now. All of them. Every last single one… And that was terrifying. Nothing was prepared for that. Her home was built to keep them safe from the ground, not the sky. And it was not some army, war or some such thing that was worrying her. No, it was a force far worse than some invading army. It was the paparazzi's. And it was just by luck the paparazzi were as new too all of this as she was as none of them seemed to work out just yet they could fly around like a swarm of flies. 

     

    At least until they spotted the two Royals coming in for a landing at the castle. Most stuck to the ground, still uneasy about flying. But many were more than willing to put the wings to the test and took to the air like some thirsty nat swarm that smelled sweat. It was terrifying and Pipp only grew more fearful at the lack of guards. Where her mother saw many she only saw far too few. But they were trying. Soon as the Royals raced to the ground the guards rushed them, winges covering them and leading them into safety as fast as possible. Sargents shouting and the Captain of the guard rushing past bellowing orders and screaming at the swarm of flashing cameras, beating wings and shouting voices to back off. At least some of the guards knew loyalty. 

     

    And soon it was over. The roaring sound of the masses silenced as two grand doors swung shut. Pipp found herself shaking. She was used to this. The masses. The screaming. The cameras. And yet she was shaken. After the… Event. She has been safe from it. That small earth pony town did not care what she was. She didn't think they even understood what a Royal even was. It let her feel safe in a way. But that swarm. That rush of sound, flashing and way too many wings rushing up to see her. It was scary. She felt so small. So young. Powerless and helpless to stop events going on around her. She shoved her head up underneath one of Haven’s wings. It was an instinctual act for safety, like some young pegasus hidden underneath a nesting mother. She knew it was not proper for her age and she didn't care. She just didn't. She failed to evcen speak for a moment and let out a soft chirp of distress. She was done with all of this. She wanted her ice cream and she wanted to be held. She’d face the problems later.

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  17. Pipp let out a happy chirp when mom said yes to ‘nesting’ her. She hated calling it that, but it was what it was. But it sounded so foal like! She just liked to view it as a warm snuggly time with mom. And you are never too old for that honestly and if some pony told her otherwise she just felt bad for them. She wanted to hug her mother honestly at that moment but after playing out a few scenarios in her head that all ended with them crashing… She can save the hugs for later. “Thanks mom.” Was what she had to settle for at the moment and some warm smiles back at her mother. Honestly this flight time bonding was nice. When was the last time they had so much time alone to just talk together? To just speak so openly and freely? Look how much ground they covered! Worked out things to do together and came up with a plan to maybe keep the crown where it belonged! On their heads. Well, mom's head. And fit in game time as well. Honestly maybe she and mom needed to do this from time to time? Just fly around with each other? Not too often or it may get boring. But a nice air time pow-wow to talk free and away from outsiders. 

     

    She shifted her focus back to the city, shocked how much closer it was. Flying was so… Fast! They covered so much ground so swiftly! And that was with her less than speedy self being matched in speed. It was so strange to think about that. Flying. It was just a thing now. The sky belonged to them again! … How did they build cities in the sky? Can they do that? Can they move her city into the air and keep it safe forever? Well ok, never mind that part. The skyfall did happen and that was very bad for the flying cities and every pony in them. So maybe keep it all on the ground for safety. But guarding the city will be so much easier now! No more need to cut paths out and build bridges! Just in case another tribe comes to invade them! Was she doing that thing again? Maybe. She wanted to shove her face underneath mom's wings and sleep. She was tired of all this stress, worrying and fear. And ice cream. She wanted ice cream. A big cup of it! Heck, give her the tub. But she knew mom would not let that happen. If Pipp was queen she’d eat whatever she wanted.

  18. Tempest was honestly, genuinely and completely confused by just about every word that left AJ’s muzzle. She was so lost for words and where to even start she found herself just kinda staring at the other as if AJ had gone and grown two heads before her eyes. Where did she even start with… All of that? Where can she? What did AJ mean Bloom was knocked up? How did… Oh. She knew how. And when. By the all-father that trip was a disaster and even worse than she knew it seemed… At least AJ did not blame her for that uh… Event… She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding and just placed her face into her front hooves. She was not about too cry. She was fine. Everything is fine. She has a place to stay and work. That was… Easy. Way easier than she planned. She was ready for yelling, arguing and worse. She was so used to everything being against her she never knew what to do when it didn't go that way. And worst of all it's been like this for years! Help, help, help! And she still didn't believe others would help her until they did. And then she’d do this! Break down! 

     

    What was wrong with her? Why did she want things to go bad? To just prove her worldview? Too make her feel justified for everything she’s done and her hatred? She didn't know. She just knew she’d keep running after her own tail in some endless spirling disaster if she was left alone. That is why she was here. She needed a pony like AJ to just say it how it was. Blunt as a hammer and to the point. She let out a breath and pulled in another. Deep breaths. Slow and steady. Relaxe.  Deep breaths. Slow and steady. Relaxe. She felt her body loosen up and heart rate slow. Everything was going to be ok. She was ready to talk again. “Ok… Going to take this one part at a time. It’s not great news. I’m… I have to be honest with myself with this statement. I’m an alcoholic. Part of why I’m here. I don’t trust myself to not ‘get into the hooch’ as you put it. I had to toss everything out and… It's hard. Don’t even start me on smoking as well. Vice and vice, just to shut my brain up and make me feel remotely ok. Cutting both all at once has not been easy… But I have not touched it for… A few weeks.” She felt a spark of shame, she was well past a ‘few weeks’ into being pregnant. She already bucked this all up for… Them. 

     

    Not ‘them’ Tempest. Her foals. Caves? Well best she opened up about that part. If Bloom got knocked up by… Mutts… How did that even work? No wonder a caribou put calves in her if a darn mutt can do the same to a pony! UGH! “Caves, caribou, caribou dad.” She sputters out with all the grace of a fish flopping on land. “I don’t know him.” She added. She decided early on to tell no one the truth about that. She knew the father. Very well in fact… Too well it seemed with where that ended up going. “Doc says they will be reindeer thanks to that. Honestly the naming is lost on me but that’s what happens when a caribou bull knocks up a pony or something. The funny thing is, that is the one part I feel no shame in.” And she didn't. He was everything she’d want in a partner if she was truthful. Strong, fit and holding power. 

     

    “My appetite, speaking of that, has been… Strange. It's good I'm no stranger to eating whatever I need for survival as I have felt some insane need to eat some very odd things. Moss. lichens… Even fish. Few days ago I stuffed a fish with lichens and devoured it like my life was going to end otherwise. Honestly I can’t tell if that’s strange or not. At the moment it seemed like I had to eat that but after it… Why?” She shakes her head, was she rambling? Did AJ even want to hear all of this? She needed to talk about things that matter. Like the rooming. “You can put me wherever it works. Bloom is a good mare, I’d be fine crashing in some room with her as long as she doesn't mind.” She did wonder what the ‘carrot house’ was… That was an odd name. But a house is a house. She’s slept in literal holes in the ground and behind dumpsters. So she really can’t fuss about a carrot themed home… As that is what her gut told her it was going to be. 

     

    She looked back at AJ and just how worn out the mare looked. She felt guilty again. The mare needed rest. Maybe next morning she can ask about what happened to the poor mare. “I know it's late. I'm honestly tired too. Maybe we can both just head to bed and crash and talk about this all in the morning? I will just sleep somewhere and we can work out the rooming with bloom later. I don’t want to wake her up… Unless the young mare is still up. Then I can go and tell her what’s going on, knowing her, she will take me in just as openly as you did without much fuss.” The more she talked about going someplace to rest the more welcoming it sounded. At this rate even the floor looked nice. When was the last time she even got some sleep? She didn't sleep much before leaving to jump on a train. Did not sleep once the full ride down here. So she was working on about two, two and a half days with maybe four hours of sleep? That didn't seem right. But she felt as tired as AJ looked now that she let herself think about it. She did want to say more. She wanted to talk and talk. Talk more than she’s ever talked. Yet the words kept bogging down in her brain. So maybe she did need rest.

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  19. ‘or mares’ was not something Pipp was honestly prepared to hear from her mom. She didn't react to it but it did stick in her head for a moment. Will a mare be better for her? She did wonder that some times. In some odd dreamy way but never let it play out too far. Was that strange? How can you not think like that when watching some of the guard mares working out? Or stallions. Fit, strong. Heck, she’d be pulling her own tail if she didn't admit she eyed up Sunny's BFF. For an earth pony he is very nice on the eyes. She’d not fuss at all seeing some earth pony guards trotting about the palace if they all looked that beefy and big. … What were they talking about again?

     

    Yes! Games. “Settlers of Maretonia?” She says as if tasting the words. She felt like she had seen Maretonia somewhere. Was it an old queendom? Sounds like it. “Well, it can't be that hard to play a board game. It is a game on a table with pieces of paper and whatnot. But it will be easy to set up some good angles… Sky-cam, some side views.” She nodded her head, planning the layout for how too go about it. Good thing she was not new to this song and dance. She’s had to set up streams in odd places! Like the time she did that waterfall… Well, it was tricky. She then yawned big and wide, looking up at the guards flying overwatch then ahead at the glow of the city coming closer and closer. “So I know we are going too have ice cream when we get home, but how does a nap sound?” she asked, looking back over at her mom with a soft smile, her funr legs rubbing together. She wanted to ask something but it was so silly! 

     

    But this week has been so… Well, awful. “Can you… Uh, you know. With the wings. Like when I was young. I know I'm not a foal, I don’t need you doing that but it's not like you can’t. I’m not that much bigger than a filly.” She felt embarrassed even asking but she did love when mom did it. She wondered if the other tribes had something like it? Did their mothers feel some need to lay on top of her foals and shelter them? It was very cozy and warm and unlike most Pipp can still pull it off! Well, more like she was so small her mom can still do it. What was rare, but sometimes she can talk Haven into it. And you know what she earned. Ice-cream and napping with that warm, safe feeling of a mother nesting on you. She pitied the other tribes if they didn't know of such things.

  20. “Yep, that one!” Pipp says with a nod of her head, tucking her phone away after being done with it. For now. It often found its way back onto her hoof as soon as she put it away. But in the moment her focus did want to stay on mom flying alongside her. At least it was until mom dragged up a topic Pipp didn't really want to focus on. “Suitors? Oh, plenty. A full screaming mass of them in fact. Now if you are asking about suitable suitors? No.” She says, rolling her eyes. Zipp was the prize for the noble families of the city, Pipp was the runner up. Yes they did send flattery her way and gifts. But that was all part of meet and greets between the powerful, nothing really to do with romancing her. The only real ‘suitors’ she had trying to win her over were a few guards from low-nobility families. But honestly she didn't mind being overlooked in this one specific way. Most of the colts being shoved Zipps way were… Well. how can she put it? She didn't even fully know herself. She was just thankful they were not on her tail. 

     

    “Go ask Zipp that, she needs a consort more than I will after all.” She says after a moment, huffing and wanting to talk about other things. “So what board games will you want to play with us? I think the last time I even did one with you was….” A long time ago it felt like. When she was much younger. “A long time ago. Back when my nickname was ‘puff ball’.” She added, giggling at some old memories and what happened when a young pipp was blow-dried after a bath. She can still become a puff ball even now, if she wanted. Sometimes she did treat mom and Zipp to a rare puffy Pipp. Only in closed doors of course. Last thing she needed was her fans to see how fuzzy she can really get with some work.

  21. Pipp felt over the moon about this! First off, mom was trusting her with some rather important matters. And was going to try too take part in her new stream idea? Maybe this… Uprising had some good sides after all. Well other than the obvious parts. Even if she still felt uneasy about them… Everypony was so… Easy going about this. Stuff. But she still felt uneasy around the other tribes. Most of all the horn heads. They had magic back! You know, the magic that almost doomed all of ponykind? Took the sky away from the pegasi? It was obviously their fault after all. But everypony seemed to be moving on ahead with all of this, all was good. But if the horn heads pulled something again she’d be the first one to step and go ‘See! Told you so.’ and then run for her life or something. 

     

    But that was a worry for other places and time. This was all too much good news for her to be held down by her worries and very healthy and not problematic paranoia! That was most definitely not made worse by the past week's events! She was very sound of mind and perfectly fit to be a queen. If that happened. It may happen. You never know. Zipp didn't like the crown all that much after all. And she was spacing out thinking about things again… So she shook it off and smiled at mom. “Yes yes, no Call of Duty or Battlefield for you. Even if I’d love to see you trash talk some colts.” She giggled at that and looked down at her phone and siped her hoof over it. “Magic Kings may be something you enjoy, didn't you see me play that a few times? It's set way, way back. Pre-uniteing age. Plotting, curt intrigue and all that good stuff. And endless jokes about us Royals having a family wreath, not a tree.” She chuckled some more and gave her mother an unspoken look. "And you have fine reaction time. Like that time a crazy fan rushed me to get a feather. Remember that? I do, and clearly remember you reacting faster than my own guards about that. And giving them a truly end of the world dressing down as you held the creep pinned to the walkway. Your wits and reaction time is fine.”

  22. The scream did put a spot to the ‘nocking’ if one can call it that. Tempest just held her hoof in place, eyes staring at the door with a thousand mile stare as she struggled to convince herself this was needed. She can still run away. Hide in the woods. Fall off the face of this land and face her problems alone. Again. But she… She can’t. If not for herself, for others that didn't deserve that fate. And her hooves held her in place as she heard the hoof-steps approaching and a door swung open. And the mare standing on the other side… Well it took a moment for tempest to register that it was Applejack. What in the name of the gods happened to this mare? AJ looked as bad as Herself in some ways. Mare looked like she went to war with a hidra and won a pyrrhic victory against the best. From the way AJ walked she knew… Something bad happened to her legs or back. And the mare just looked… messy. 

     

    Not that Tempest was looking much better. Her mane was not even in a mohawk and flowed freely down one side of her face, dirty and wild from train hitchhiking down here. She only has two saddle bags packed with food and water and a few odds and ends. Eyes were glossy and unfocused from too much… Feelings. but most easy for AJ to notice was the fact a mare as lean as Tempest was much wider in the barrel, pushed out to her sides were two noticeable bumps as if she swallowed a pair of watermelons. She in fact had to cut a hole out in her jumpsuit for her barrel just to get it on. Some part of her knew trying to keep wearing that jumpsuit was silly. But she needed it more than ever. The snugness gave her some comfort. Even if she had to cut a hole in it to make room for… Well. 

     

    She followed AJ into the home, not speaking one word yet. She needed too but found her muzzle unwilling to speak. She just followed silently watching the stiff walk of AJ, ears flicking as she picked up soft sounds and hoof steps upstairs. The long silence was getting uncomfortable and she knew it. So after a moment she took in a deep breath as they made it to the living room and she took a seat in a rather cozy chair. “AJ, just. Look at me.” She says, aiming a hoof down at her wide barrel. “I made… A mistake.” She flinched saying it like that. How can it be a mistake when it was all her fault? This was all her doing. Start to end. She rubbed her front hooves into her muzzle and took in another deep breath. She was mostly holding herself together. Mostly. Her voice wavered, the cold uncaring tone breaking up like ice in spring to unleash the truth underneath. 

     

    She was feeling… A lot of stuff. And she can’t keep it all packed away underneath some uncaring coldness. “Two. Twins.” She added, knowing AJ will ask. Not like it was hard too notice she looked bigger than if it was just one. “I’m…” She looked over at AJ and felt.. Guilty. Here she was just worrying about herself when AJ looked like fell out of a blasted airship. “Sorry. Hello Applejack, sorry for not keeping in touch. Things have been messy for me and it looks the same for you.” She looked over at the mare, feeling even more guilty as she eyed up the coach. It looked a lot like her ‘bed’ back when she lived in los-peguses. So she knew it was being used as such by AJ. What happened to this mare? “Not going to push open doors you don’t want, don’t gotta tell me what’s going on in your life. But can I spend a few days here? Can sleep out in the barn, will even do some work around here. I just need to air my head out and get some advice from… From a mother I trust. You have dealt with more shiii-” She cut herself off, ears flicking as she looked up for a moment. No cussing, not here. “You have dealt with a lot of hardships and came out… Well, you. A mother I wish I had growing up. I’m going to do this. Going to give them… Give them something I never had. But I don’t know how or if I even can. I’m… I’m Tempest and all that brings. But I want to learn.” 

     

    She knew she could leave them at a shelter. She can pass this burden on as soon as they are born. But she found herself sick by that. Abandoned. Like she was. Alone to face this cruel uncaring world. Just like she had to do. Unloved. Unwanted. She can’t do that to them. It didn't matter how they came to be and if it was a mistake. They didn't ask for this and she can’t toss them into the unknown by her own doing. She was going to be better than her own mother in every single way. She’d be there for them. Look after them. LOVE them. Love. Something she hardly knew but wanted so bad. How can she give something she never had? She didn't know but by the gods she was going too try.

  23. “I’d say no on full open instant feedback. Take it from me, it's hard to keep them in line even with guidelines and banned topics.” Pipp says with a scrunch of her nose. Mom had no clue the madness she had to put up with. Chat was… Something. Make it open for all feedback too the government? Oh no, no no. Just no. “Ya that’d be a disaster. Be nothing but memes, hate speech and jokes about some royal flanks.” She added, clearly seeing that firestorm play out in her head and mom asking her what ‘up dog’ was about. 

     

    She looked back at mom and stuck out her tongue for a moment. “Hoof-gilding is populer, in my top five most watched content. Wild I know. Only out watched by me chowing down on food.” she says, shaking her head and laughing gently. “And before you fuss mother, yes I am still watching what I eat. Not like the cooks will even make me extra cake… Speaking of, Flick Ray? A podcast with him? A sports pod-cast?” She blinked a few times, eyeing Haven up than looking down at herself. “Hrm, nope. Don’t think that’s a good match for my talents…” She blinked again and snapped her head up to look at her mother with a grin.

     

    “I know! Been wanting to do something like this. Royal Game Night! Me, you and sis play games together online and I stream it. And I will… Even set up some board game nights. Only fair I let you have the edge sometimes. Be fun and let the outside see us some more. Too be fair, few ever see much of… Us. How we live. I was the only window in for most. So maybe letting them see all three of us just living, joking and playing together will open some eyes.” She really wanted this to happen. First of it will mean she and mom had more things to do together! And Zipp… But more time with mom!

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  24. Pipp did in fact crave acknowledgment. A fact most may call obvious but few know she truly wanted her mothers acknowledgment far more than her horde of fans. They were the faceless mass, nothing more than screaming fanatics most of the time. That was fine and dandy buy nothing close to seeing her mother smiling and praising her. It was one one of the few things that can truly make her get up and do things with only a mild amount of complaining. Well, most things. She would fuss a lot whenever mom forced her to ‘work out’ and ‘eat less sweets’, why her mom sided with that fitness instructor she’d never understand. She was a princess! Not some solder. Whatever. Praise! And duty! Mom was tusting her with something very important! “Awesome, that’s what I'm going too do. If I can get my chat to behave how hard will this be? Speaking of… Oh that is going to be a hot mess when I boot it up tomorrow.” 

     

    She frowned for a moment, thinking. “Maybe uploading a free vid of my hooves being re-gilded will help…” She left unspoken her plan to toss in a bonus vid for all her subs of the much needed preening she’s going to do back home. That stuff always made them happy. And creepy. Oh so creepy. But she’d have to go all in on damage control… Did she need to do an apology? No, no that was bad. That was not in. Apology vids got meme’d into the ground. Stand her ground and keep her head up tall, that's what she needed to do. Her fans will respect that and think it's based. “So, you had plans to help smooth this over? What were they? We can work together to put out this fire before it gets too big. We need to get hold of this before they start asking about things like, voting or electing their own leaders.”

  25. Rongyu was dumbstruck by how… Open they were being. Yes, this mare is Feng's sister. But she was still an unknown element and a possible hostile. She needs to be treated as such. And so she glared at Feng for all of his story, looking like she was about to eat his ears off. But in the end she just let out a huff and snorted as the joke came back, she found it very hard to keep her resting grumpy face with anetics like this going on… And then the fox gave up on playing  a part and switched back into being a fox for a moment to show off… Still, a very nice looking fox but really Yanhua? What if somehow they were being spied on? Not sneakily at all… But Rongyu can’t be mad at her. In fact she felt… Sad. That last remark was… Why did it make her feel like this? Why can’t Feng see how much this fox loved him? She’d be over the moon to have someone care that much about herself! And the blind fool just… Pranced on about, clueless. 

     

    So she leaned her head down, pushing her big muzzle close to the guiseed foxes ears and spoke softly so only she’d hear this. “I’d pick you a dozen times for the company alone, but the cooking is a nice treat as well. Hopefully you can cook me something on this trip. Take it over some fast food.” With that she raised her head up and looked down at brother and sister. “I am here as it's my duty to be here. That is all.” No opening up, no telling un-needed details. “Regrettable as it is, I work for him. I know, I know. How did that happen? Well that’s a secret. But someone has to keep him safe. He’d end up some bulls concubine otherwise by now as you may imagine. It's the golden hooves I think.” She smiled smugly, grinning ear to ear with her sharp teeth at Feng knowing full well she was now the one playing in hot water. She was going to regret this later. But for now… Worth it. 

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