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    The heavy flapping of uncoordinated wings filled the air as a black feathered flyer slowly came into view. Upon closer inspection, any vigilant individuals would notice a white furred griffon with with black stripes across her form trying to spot a decent place to land. The immense open field nearby was apparently was not big enough though, the sloppy flier coming in too fast as she crashes into the ground, tearing up part of the field as she flops over on her back and slides to a stop. Her red eyes peer up into the sky as she watches the clouds meander about slowly in the sky. The odd griffoness lets out a sigh and spreads her wings wide across the ground, resting peacefully. After a moment of silence, she yawns and retracts her wings, rolling over to her claws as she shakes off the dirt from her form. A few green grass stains pepper her black and white form as she recovers from her gnarly crash and stretches out her body.

    After a moment of awkward silence, the griffon lets out a surprised squawk as she remembers why she came to this city at all! "Cider," she declares excitedly to nobody in particular, looking around and not spotting any immediately. After a moment of fruitless searching, she spots two other griffons playing around with some tools, and narrows her eyes as she tries to prowl over to their location. Assuming they were not completely asleep as she landed, her goofy hopping into bushes would be completely ineffective as burst out of one and landed between the pair, puffing her chest out as she tried to look over the two griffons as confidently as she could, her talons shaking with excitement as she struggled to keep her overwhelming excitement from bubbling over!

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  2. Gerry nodded as his emperor spoke. "Yes. I agree about the trenches and such, but I believe we should establish our baseline water in the area. You might be surprised how much is in the area, especially if the area has been abandoned. Lets check this area for water and see if the situation is better or worse than your maps indicate," Gerrard explains as he pulls out a shovel and heads over to the well in question.

     

    "I was hoping it would say how long this city was abandoned or be old enough to have historical value. Unlucky I suppose," he adds with a sigh, reaching into the well and heaving rocks out of it. He scraped dirt off the stone wall of the well and pulled out a reference sheet, "hmm, not the worst," he mentioned vaguely to nobody in particular.

  3. Gerrard kept a steady pace, not particularly fast, but didn't show any signs of fatigue. He didn't know exactly what to think of Norton, but he was at least more agreeable than the average person he worked for on a daily basis. "Emperor, I usually actually have to carry a ridiculous amount of piping so some pony living alone in the middle of a jungle can have water. This is an interesting change of pace, a focus on digging instead of hauling," he explains, glad that most of the weight he was hauling was actually just water. He soon spots the well noted on the map and leads the crew down to the ground level.

    He could already feel the heat starting to bare down on himself, the younger architect making a mental note about avoiding this area in the future if possible. He took a large drink from his canteen and surveyed the area. The well itself looked relatively old, some of the bricks already collapsed to the side. It wasn't the most reassuring sight to the untrained eye, but another sight stuck out to him, the ruins of a long abandoned city peppered the landscape, stone foundations poking out above the seemingly dry earth. "This could be a good or bad sign your majesty," he explains, taking a brief stroll through the long abandoned town. He spots a collapsed wreckage of a long abandoned home and hustles over to it. His keen eyes spot a tin can in the rubble and he pries it free of the rocky prison.

    With a quick shake of the metal container, a lone coin rolls out it and makes its way over to Norton before eventually falling over onto its side. "Can you identify that coin your highness. It could tell us how old this settlement was and how long this well might have been abandoned," he explains, Gerrard wondering how much of a historical buff the odd Norton actually was.

  4. "Understandable. We griffons have more important tasks than picture taking, like rebuilding our country," Gerrard adds with a grin, not taking the oddness of Norton as the most serious issue as he hopped off the area near his 'throne' and helped gather up some of the materials needed to get back to work. He pointed out the various 'clawtools' needed to work on the project, guiding Clawson through what all would be required. As the architect helped collect their supplies, a warm smile spread across his face as he realized the strange monarch intended to work alongside everyone else. The misguided griffon just assumed that pony rulers were too uppity to do any real work, and didn't understand ruler morale boosts.

    When asked if the monarch's presence would be a distraction, Gerrard shook his head, clearly not worried about it. "With the amount of wells we will be checking, every talon helps. Our process will be rather thorough. We will be digging down each well a few feet, remove any blockages, catalogue the water available, and note the type of rock presence and their rough permeability," he explained, most of his words being decently simple enough for his companions aside from his last one. As the monarch suggested Gerrard lead the way, he nodded, taking one last moment to search through his numerous supplies, finding everything in order as he stretched out his body and glanced at the map one last time.

    "Our first stop will be a mine about half an hour flight from our location. Assuming of course we fly at a modest pace with all of this equipment. And make sure we all have water, can't have anyone getting heatstroke," he explains calmly for everyone around him. The flight didn't seem very far at all, but the architect didn't seem keen on flying there at a particularly fast rate for reasons unknown.

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  5. Gerrard took his job in Equestria to explicitly avoid doing military service, but had enough general knowledge to understand the analogy. He nodded in agreement with the emperor and pointed a black talon at the map, circling one of the wells with chalk. "Yes, you are correct. Think of the survey as a search for enemy supplies to pillage to add to our war chest. We will leave no stone unturned," he explained excitedly, his long black tail swaying as he spoke.

     

    The architect wasn't one one to gloat to other griffons, but the idea of getting a statue of himself was appealing, even if it came from a crazy griffon. He put on as much a smile as any beaked predator could and nodded for the emperor. He looked over to one of the nearby griffons and puffed his chest and spread his wings wide as he struck a fantastic pose! "You can take a picture now if you need a reference, but as a humble griffon, I can wait," he explained with a grin, patting Norton back. 

     

    "I'll just collect the paperwork and get the ball rolling. The griffon folk have endured thirst for long enough. By my honor as a griffon, I will save your people emperor," he loudly declares, snatching the paperwork and pointing a talon up in the air to seem even more dramatic. After holding the pose for a dramatic five seconds, he lowered his talon back to the ground. 

     

    "Lets get some drills and shovels, and find some water," the architect cheers, looking around to see who his assistants were in this noble quest!

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  6. The griffon nodded when he was thanked, but quickly realized that it wasn't the most positive of replies, gulping internally as he realized he had done a pony salute. He was glad that the commander-in-chief used the salute for him, Gerrard probably being the least patriotic griffon around and not actually knowing any salutes of his people. "O-oh, apologies, its a bad muscle reflex my time in the pony lands," he explains, standing at the emperor's side as he looked over the paperwork, starting to feel a bit embarrassed about his questionable griffon-hood!

    His golden eyes scanned over the paperwork as he pulled out a piece of chalk from his saddlebags. "Without unicorn magic to scry for specific locations of water, we will need to do this the hard way. Assuming that these wells are still operational, we can use their locations to predict other locations of water in the nearby area. This is by no means a perfect method, but it is a good start," he explains, connecting the dots of the well locations with his chalk to somewhat graph out a reasonable location another well might be able to be formed. "We would check the stone in said wells and determine if the area was likely to support underground reserves of water, and by cross referencing my previous marks with the stone surveys, we can narrow down likely water locations. That being said, if some of these wells can not be reclaimed, it will also greatly limit our data in finding new well locations," he explains calmly erasing his chalk marks and avoiding three marked wells to show how a water outage could drastically reduce the available water in the area!

     

    A lot of his work was noticing patterns in water locations and finding rocks that could safely store water within them. He was starting to regret this assignment and thought back to his time in Equestria. When ponies wanted water somewhere, they usually just controlled the weather to get the rainfall they desired. His work often was relegated to getting water out into the middle of nowhere, or just setting up plumbing for the fancy folk he was often employed by!

     

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  7. As his gesture was not met with immediate or at least obvious anger, the architect retracted his wings and returned to a normal posture, glad that the citizenry of Canterlot had finally taught him something useful in his business life! The golden eyed griffon peered across to the leader, sensing something a bit off about him. He seemed more agreeable than pony royalty and appreciated that, wondering if griffons were less annoying about that or if this individual was just clueless about his alleged station. Gerrard had never been called a Sir except by his odd friend Asteria, so he assumed the latter, but approached regardless, quickly making his way to the side of the emperor.

    He nodded as the noble explained the situation. The architect wanted to keep his conversation as griffon-centric as possible, but decided to test the waters a bit as he searched for a proper way to respond to his comments on the desert around him. "Yeah. It is looking drier than Appleloosa in the middle of summer out here. Are we looking for drinking water, or are we also trying to get farmlands set up. This isn't the most fertile looking of lands, but I can find you water out here. I can't promise you a massive underwater reservoir here, but I can quench the thirst of your people. That is a Grayfeather guarantee your highness," he explains playfully for the royal, accidentally giving him an Equestrian salute, but forgetting in the moment. After lowering his salute, as his eyes drifted down at the paperwork. "Do we have any information on the area? Am I going to need to perform a water survey or is that listed here in all this paperwork," he asks with a grin, reaching for the paperwork.

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  8. Golden eyes peered out across the the barren wasteland that surrounded the nearby area. A griffon of dark fur and feather looked over his often neglected homeland with the casual attention often attributed to his species by outsiders. It felt like it had been years since he had returned to his homeland, the engineer, usually getting called over to pony lands to deal with situations that went beyond simple pegasus weather manipulation. He had to wonder why they needed his services, agriculture being of substantially less interest to his species. Perhaps they were finally deciding to be more omnivorous than they had in the past, but he found that hard to believe knowing the stubborn nature of his species.

    Regardless, his internal dialogue was interrupted as an attendant broke him out of his thoughtful stupor and lead him into the building with the strange, and regally dressed griffon 'emperor'. In contrast to the emperor, Gerrard wore a substantial saddle bag that rest tightly on his chest, clearly in a position to not interfere with his flying ability. His dark welding goggles dangled slightly above his bag, both items partially hiding his form that was by no means gaunt like the regular citizens of his land. A keen eye might even notice that he lacked the substantial musculature of a warrior, either from a life of ease or from the plant based pony diet. The light clicking of talons filled the air as the grey feathered head of the architect poked his head into the presence of the illustrious leader. His keen eyes didn't recognize this particular griffon at all even with such distinct regalia and almost garish looking clothing. Gerrard was clearly not keen on visiting his homeland in his free time. Still, years of time spent in Canterlot had trained him in how to deal with these types of people, and he was eager to test his abilities!

    After approaching the emperor, Gerrard paused and did a polite bow approximately five body lengths away from the leader. He had lowered his head to the ground and spread out his large black wingspan in a display of submission and respect, showing that he had no weapons hidden in his large wings. "It is an honor to be in your presence your magnificence. How can I be of service to such an illustrious leader of our people," he politely remarked, fishing through his memory as he tried to remember which particular honorifics worked the best and how to also distance himself from his normal pony employers.
     

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  9. After finally noticing that Twitch messages were a thing, an ooooooold friend messaged me and convinced me to pop back into the community.

    That being said, I'm looking for anyone who might want to give this catbird another chance to RP. My situation has left me with a lot of free time, and I struggle to find positive ways to spend it. And if you are a new person who has never met me, I welcome an opportunity to meet you as well!

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  10. Asteria watched closely as the unicorn explained her limited magical abilities. She soon realized that this wasn't the type of pony that she was qualified to help. Any magic lesson would need her to be able to perform a spell consistently and that seemed out of the question as she explained her ailment further. "I understand Lady Presteza. It is improper of me to assume we are all similar enough to be taught in the same manner. I believe that the mastery of magic isn't important regardless, it is merely a hobby unless your job requires it. Artistry doesn't require much magic at all, some artists don't even use magic at all," she explained, thinking back to her classes in art at the university.

    When offered an apple, Asteria blinked at the remark, looking up at the tree. "I would gladly accept any apples you are qualified to give me Lady Presteza," she commented in an unusual manner. While not particularly hungry for an apple, the unicorn had learned that refusing offers often lead to conflicts of their own. Still,apples were a great source of energy and she could adjust her diet later when she got home.

  11. Asteria quickly found that her efforts to discuss magic with this mare seemed ineffective as her use of magic seemed primarily instinctive and reactive, quite the opposite of the calm and collected courier. "I have spent a great deal of time studying magic and my own personal limitations. I am highly cognizant of my own abilities and their limitations. After spending a great deal of time experimenting, I am familiar with what spells I am capable of using, and the extent at which I can execute them. I have also learned of ways to minimize the amount of magic necessary to use those spells," she explained broadly to her new friend as she talked a bit about her own abilities while not saying much about what she actually could do.

    When asked about her running, Asteria blinked, seeing a small oversight in her own words. "I apologize if my words mislead you in anyway. While the activity is called marathon running, there is very little running at all. In marathons, it is not feasible to run the entire distance of the trip. The key is in fact maintaining the highest speed possible that your body can sustain. While I can run very fast, relative to other ground based runners, that is not my specialty at all. In regards to bucking trees though, I believe that magic is more efficient for the gathering of fruit from trees," the black mare clarified, not wanting to mislead the younger unicorn about marathonists. While she was not technically a marathon runner by trade, she did similar things often enough to be familiar with them. It was clearly becoming obvious that this unicorn put a high value on efficiency, never seeming to understand the subtleties of life like relaxing or having fun.

  12. "You cast a spell every time you sneeze? From my experiences, magic usually requires some kind of focus to cast spells. Perhaps you are subconsciously focusing your magic without realizing Lady Presteza? This is of course assuming that I am not mistaken in my broad hypothesis," Asteria theorized in an unusual manner, the seemingly melancholy mare offering some advice to her younger counterpart. Her choice of words were a bit unusual though, leaving open the possibility that she was wrong, even without having any concrete reasons to suspect she might be incorrect in her assumption.

    Asteria could tell that there the artist appreciated her hat for sentimental reasons, especially when she puffed her chest out in pride, something her griffon friend often did whenever he spoke of himself. When asked about her travels, Asteria nodded, pausing awkwardly for just a moment as she gathered the appropriate words to explain her travels. Her crimson eyes drifted down from the hat and back towards the face of her new associate. "Yes, I often find myself traveling between the cities of this continent on hoof. You could say that I am a marathon runner of sorts," the tall mare explained, her form seeming appropriate for such a task, although the details of her physical condition were hidden beneath her heavy cloak.

  13. Asteria listened to the response of the clearly embarrassed painter but showed no sign of disapproval. The black mare studied the new face in front of her for a brief moment, formulating something meaningful to say the sniffling artist. "Lady Presteza, I would suggest you avoid using magic while you are sneezing. Sneezing is a primary cause of loss of focus during use of magic, and losses of focus can be rather dangerous as you can see. Perhaps it would be best to simply sneeze as much as possible until the sensation passes, holding back such a reflex only amplifies the reaction further," she explained objectively, showing no problem with sneezing at all.

    She watched her new acquaintance lower her unusual hat to better show off her face and mane to the world. Asteria silently took in her appearance like a probing robot but made no immediate comment on how the younger unicorn looked, simply because she wasn't qualified to say anything particularly positive or negative about her. "May I ask for additional information about your hat? I haven't seen many like it in my years of traveling Equestria and Aquellia, or in my years at the university," she asked inquisitively, giving a few subtle hints about herself as she spoke to the potential new friend in front of her.

  14. The form of a young mare entered the cloaked figure's vision as she neared the exit of the fancy park. She could see that her lighter coated counterpart was painting something, the content unknown from her perspective as the back of the easel stood defiantly against the tall cloaked figure. Her keen crimson eyes spotted the horn of the artist glow intensely, signalling a great discharge of magic for reasons unknown. Her mind raced with reasons as to why an artist needed to use so much magic, and all logical reasons eluded her. The artist's sneeze filled the air, signalling a loss of control in her magic! The cloaked unicorn knew that something dangerous could happen, but a deadly paintbrush sneak attack was not on her list of things that might happen. Regardless, the alerted unicorn was able to vaguely track the paintbrush as it whizzed past her at an alarming speed, her expression remaining stoic even in the face of danger!

    The cowled mare followed the trajectory of the paintbrush and saw the clear indent in the tree where it suffered a powerful strike from the otherwise safe object. She was surprised to see such a dent and quickly realized that this stranger was capable of very powerful magic, although she knew outbursts of magic weren't great gauges of one's personal power. The vaguely concerned mare turned her attention back to the artist only to get asked a question about the location of her lost brush. "Your paintbrush attempted to pierce the tree but lacked the pressure to penetrate it's exterior. If your intent was to pierce the tree, I would suggest you use an object with less surface area. I believe that was probably not your intent though, so allow me to retrieve your item," she explained in a vaguely alluring voice that had a faint trace of Canterlot accent that was well disguised. The black unicorn lowered her cowl to reveal her shortly trimmed scarlet mane while she fished about in the bushes for the paintbrush with her deep red magic aura. In a matter of moments, she plucked the paintbrush out of the shrubbery.The object was indeed the one she lost, probably hoping to be treated better in the future. She carefully levitated the object back to it's rightful owner, the spectacle a bit odd as the item didn't seem completely enveloped in a powerful magic aura as one might expect. "Here you go, may I ask for your name stranger? You may call me Asteria or any other moniker that you prefer," she calmly remarked, her odd tone and expression seeming stagnant.

  15. The cheers of children filled the cool winter air of Canterlot on an other wise uneventful morning. A black unicorn patiently waited on one of the many small bridges that sprawled over the numerous ponds that painted the green landscapes with beautiful streaks of blue. The tall mare was shrouded beneath an equally dark and heavy cloak, her crimson eyes searching the sky for persons unknown as she cocked her head up towards the heavens. After a brief search, her endeavor seemed fruitful, the somber looking pony lowering her head to ground level as a black winged griffon landed in front of her. The pair of dark individuals spoke about topics unknown, the griffon laughing heartily while his associate stared back at him with an ever static expression on her face.

    After a moment of awkward silence between the pair, the griffon nervously rubbed the back of his silver feathered head with an obsidian talon before the unicorn spoke a few parting words to her friend. With a deft use of magic, the shrouded pony slid an unknown item out from beneath compartments equally unknown. The object was bound in a sturdy wrapping to guard the identity and the content of the package from unscrupulous eyes. With a few quick sleights of talons and magic, the pair of shady looking individuals exchanged goods and bits. And as quickly as he had arrived, the griffon waved farewell and flew off to parts unknown in the capital of the pony world. Her client gone, the mysterious unicorn readjusted her form fitted cloak and nonchalantly started walking towards the exit of the surprisingly large park.

  16. Asteria blinked as Gilda appeared, the cold unicorn showing no reaction at all to her entrance! It was almost as if she didn't want to acknowledge her presence to the few strangers who could overhear them. Asteria ushered Gilda into the unicorn's private quarters, closing and locking her door with a deft use of her crimson magic aura.

    "I'm glad to hear that you are willing to spend your free time on the arts. While the museum is obviously pony slanted, I believe that you will find a wide variety of cultural artifacts of the many species that exist in Equestria," Asteria commented in a cold voice that almost didn't seem to believe her own words. The unicorn stood up from her bed and walked in front of Gilda before drifting her eyes back to her bed.

    "Would you like to take a seat? And what would you like to do before the museum opens? The nightlife of Canterlot is much more active than you might imagine," Asteria replied unusually. She had avoided calling her friend by name, and now seemed interested in going to the crime scene in broad daylight! She was either the most diabolical and brazen thief around, or she just wanted to look at art.

  17. Gerrard had quickly sprinted around a corner and was out of sight of his adventuring partner. He was having an awkward time climbing over machines, the griffon having to squeeze through conveyor belts as he tried to make distance between himself and the ghost. For one reason or another though, the ghost had slowed her pace considerably, not seeming to have any interest in actually catching her prey. The black hybrid spotted a dark room down a long hallway, the most logical base of operations for any good villain. He hoped he could barge in and browbeat the big bad into dispersing their ghosts, assuming they had some way to do that.

    A ghostly blue light entered his vision as he neared the dark room, Gerrard noticing that the ghost merely matched his speed, almost like it was trying to tire him out instead of eating him. "These ghosts might not be any real threat. Just a tool to weaken and scatter us," the heavily breathing griffon thought as he saw his world turn upside down. The fleeing hybrid had stepped on a loose water bottle and lost his balance, doing an awkward front flip as he tried to avoid smashing his beak on the metal floor beneath him. His world spun before he was greeted with a surprisingly soft landing, the architect hearing a voice cry out as he collapsed on top of a stranger.

    The ghosts flickered at the sudden crash of the griffon, their forms struggling to remain seen as they stopped moving entirely! Gerrard was completely oblivious to this sudden change, the black-feathered flyer untangling himself as he crawled off of the back of an unconscious unicorn stallion. The hybrid was completely dumbfounded by the entire situation, the odd light gone along with the threatening presence of the ghost. A flickering floating picture harmlessly stood at the entrance to the room. He had no idea what had turned off the frightening monster, but he figured it had something to do with his amazing wipe out! "Ha ha, cower in fear of my martial prowess you foolish specter," Gerrard declared loudly in a hearty voice as he realized this was all just an elaborate ruse to scare him off. He found it was really easy to be brave when the frightening ghost somehow turned off or became defective.

    "Come on over here Pathfinder, assuming you are still in one piece. I have a person I need to know if you know," Gerrard called out as he examined the unicorn he squished with his bulk. It was a rather spooky looking unicorn who had the stereotypical black mane with a devilish looking cutie mark. This had to be the mastermind, a unicorn who scared ponies away with spooky magic! Like any great half-baked hero, Gerrard seized the opportunity and wrapped his foreleg around the head of knocked out unicorn as he displayed his trophy to anyone willing to praise him. While it may have been an accident, nobody had to know the truth! "Maybe I meant to do that, griffon instincts kicking in," he silently thought to himself, trying to convince himself before he had to convince his equally crazy friend.

  18. Gerrard paused for a moment, the griffon having a proverbial sweet tooth. He opened his black maw to accept the offer, the griffon getting interrupted by his least favorite earth pony in town. The flying architect gave Harshwinney a passing glance before clearing his throat.

    "Ah, I would love a serving but it appears that our third wheel is flat. I'm gonna hold you to that offer friend, just another day. Farewell friend, till next time," Gerrard commented with a smirk as he waved goodbye to his pegasus friend.

  19. Gerrard smirked and hopped into the air, flapping his large black wings as he hovered in place just above the ground. He heard the two ponies banter back and forth and had to laugh when the mare admitted she may have gone overboard. "Yeah you did go a little bit overboard," Gerrard commented with a smile spreading his talons far apart as he revealed what he really thought.

    "In regards to the project, I think our current design is satisfactory. It is better to roam a little bit beyond the established norm. There is always a risk of over designing a building and nobody wants to be that person," the griffon explained thoughtfully while he glanced over to the pair on the ground.

    "Anything else?" he added, folding his arms while waiting for any parting words.

  20. Gerrard let out a sigh as the greedy mare twisted his words for a shot at glory. He covered his face with a talon and shook his head before glancing over to his friend. "Harshwhinney, I would advise against searching for glory. People are more apt to remember failure than success. I don't think Princess Celestia would approve of you trying to take the spotlight of such a big event for yourself, Gerrard commented in a warning manner to her.

    "Please be the voice of reason Professor. Our appointment is about to run over my dear. I don't think you want to to pay overtime for my consulting," he commented aloud in an attempt to stop the rampaging mare.

  21. Gerrard paused, unsure of what else could be done. He made a thoughtful humming sound before glancing over to the professor. You could increase the amount of windows on the floor level and accent the strength of the design by staggering a few extra pillars about the layout.

    "You can also add transparent floors between the first and second floors, but that would require a great deal of planning and money to properly execute. You can budget another 30 percent cost and a month of building with your strict guidelines, he explained with a chuckle. Gerrard was a talented architect, but there was only so much he could do to light up the first floor of a building.

    "What are your thoughts Harshwhinney? Your name will be on it after all," the griffon added with a chuckle as he let her decide to pull the trigger.

  22. It was rather unfortunate that Pathfinder was not accustomed to the luxuries of modern life, Canterlot in particular. While machines that turned energy into cold were few and far between, Pathfinder sorely underestimated pony and griffon ingenuity! Needy uppity ponies had always devised clever ways to avoid summer heat. To the pegasus who lacked expert knowledge of both technology and magic, it was an understandable conclusion, one he would explain futher if she expressed her discontent to him.

    That of course would have to wait until the matters at claw were dealt with! The one thing that scared Gerrard more than anything was staring back at him, a ferocious griffoness with rather sharp looking talons. Like many before this ghostly griffon, she wanted to claw his eyes out, clearly in agreement of his social advances!

    A screech filled the air as the ghost lunged at Gerrard, the monster letting it's presence known to him. Gerrard's golden eyes went wide as he jumped back from the fervent slashes. "Sometimes, you just gotta play hard to get! Pathfinder, while you wrestle ghosts, I'm going to uncover the true villain," Gerrard explained the most aloof way he could master. While he was sorta telling the truth, he was absolutely terrified, the hybrid running absurdly fast away from the ghost.

  23. Gerrard nodded as his pegasus friend suggested she pull herself together. The griffon was glad to finally be able to move on from her untimely delay. The pity parade was over with the mare finally regaining her composure.

    "Yes, it is not the time for foolishness. I will sweep your foolishness under the proverbial rug," Gerrard sternly remarked, knocking a cloud of dust into the air with a powerful flap of a strong black wing. He thought over her comment and nodded in agreement. "I would reserve such a high risk project for a less critical project," he explained calmly to her in a suddenly wise manner, almost as if the wily hybrid was holding back the entire time.

    "Elevated glass? I could see that working with a few minor adjustments. We should place glass panels on the roof itself to allow light and moonlight in. It could double as a light source and an access route to the night's sky. Add a few complimentary sources on the walls at critical points and you will have a satisfactory building that will draw the eyes of Canterlot upon your radiance," Gerrard explained formally, the griffon glancing over to the professor with the straightest face he could manage.

  24. Gerrard's expression changed from one of enjoyment, to one of annoyance. He was starting to feel that the made was playing him for a fool. Surely nobody would actually say woe is me. And if they did, they were probably crazy and needed to be reported anyway. Gerrard crossed his talons in disgust, letting out a sigh. He shook his head in dissapointment and paused to think over the situation.

    "Well, are you done floundering in self pity? If not, I will request Celestia assign another person to mediate my work," Gerrard sternly declared in a more serious tone, the black hybrid looking across for help from his friend. Gerrard was jovial, but even his patience was limited.

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