Ciraxis

By all mean what in Tartarus....? "What." Squall said flatly after Fire reveled that their guest was as far removed from being 'a humble traveler' as it could get. "WHAT?" he repeated when Discord took his true form. This wasn't Ponyville, wasn't it? Besides some nutjobs in the sewers Fillydelphia was as normal and serene of a place as it could be. So in Celestia Solar Flank, why was he here?! "Probably to rearrange this 'normal and serene' a little." A snarky response came from a corner in his mind. "...And walking nightmare of orthodontists everywhere." Squall added in a deadpan voice, right after Discords introduction. "Are we supposed to go 'Ohh' and 'Ahh' at your presence Discord? I am sorry but despite what that book published by Miss Sparkle and friends says..." he paused "...I am not exactly thrilled by you being here, 'O God of Chaos'. Especially after your cross-country tournée you did with that centaur, me not being present in county back then notwithstanding." Swift said, going extra mile for his words to sting. "Not only that, you used my goodwill to get inside and sow chaos, hiding who you really are, all for your own amusement. Not exactly a way to mend bad first impressions...." noblepony added, clearly barely holding his temper in check. "I should show you the door, right now!" swordpony raised his voice for a moment. Swift took a long deep breath. And another. And again. Good. "But it doesn't change that I welcomed you in. And Squallcoast never backtracks on his or her hospitality. Very well then. You can 'rest' within the walls of my manor. But after a sunrise next day, I want you out!" he growled, wrapping himself more tightly in his bathrobe, and storming off to the kitchen. He really needed some coffee right now....