Gerrard

I'm signing up Asteria Stillheart. She runs for a living anyway. *goes to write a post*

Her fierce crimson eyes watched his movements closely as he made furious efforts to free his frightened frame. Her keen ears perked up ever so faintly as he gave her approval to sit across from him. The faint humming of a magic aura filled her air as a crimson field of magic overcame her thick dark cloak, lifting it up carefully to reveal her long toned legs. It was easily clear that she was a marathon runner of some sort, the unicorn neatly placing her frame on the couch across from him as she decided to rest as well. Her magic deftly manipulated her coat, sliding it around her frame as the clearly heavy piece of clothing covered her as if it were a makeshift blanket, the mare shrouding her black body carefully as she rested her head on the arm rest of the couch.

She made no further comment about his accent after the stallion decided to avoid her question. The mare decided that he was either unaware, or simply unwilling to explain his speech abnormality to her. Asteria nodded when he refused her offer of help, the unicorn deciding that it might be a result of his pride. Regardless, she pushed those fruitless thoughts from her mind as she decided to focus on the situation on hoof. "I apologize if my appearance is unsettling. I have no control over my coloration outside of temporary fixes that would merely deceive those unfamiliar with me. Is there a way that I can make amends for disturbing your rest, my intention was not to interrupt you," she commented calmly, her voice never seeming to change tone no matter what she was speaking about. It almost seemed as if a robot was speaking back, her responses designed to minimize potential conflict that her presence might cause.

The unicorn blinked once, the stoic expression on her face unflinching as she put together a response in her mind. "I am Asteria, another patron of this train. I asked if I may take a seat on the couch across from you. Are my terms acceptable?" she asked calmly, her voice keeping the same eerie tone as the first time she spoke. Her voice had the faintest traces of a Canterlot accent, her tone the thing that distinguished it from what most ponies there spoke with. The mare seemed oddly patient for such an intimidating looking mare, the pony repeating herself as she watched him flail about in his blanket.

Asteria cocked her head to the side as she took an extra moment to think over the accent in his words. "Sir, were you seeking to mislead me with a fake accent? From my personal experiences, relationships that are founded with deception are not particularly strong or long lasting ones. I would advise that you stick to one accent, preferably the one that natural occurs as you speak," she explained calmly, her words not seeming at all angry, although it could just be the odd way that she expressed herself. The ponies who were watching the odd situation slowly started disperse, losing interest as the mare started to seem less and less menacing.

Still though, she patiently stood above him, waiting for his permission to take a seat as she stood above him. The unicorn returned to a normal posture as she looked the cowering pony over. "Do you need assistance in escaping your bindings? Perhaps you would like if I just returned you to your prior position?" she asked calmly, the mare's crimson eyes seeming vaguely less intimidating as the initial shock passed. A calm inspection would reveal that the unicorn was surprisingly tall, the mare easily able to look him in the eyes if he were to return to his trembling hooves.

The train rocked gently in the frigid weather, the lights flickering ever so faintly as the train a cut a swathe through the near blizzard conditions outside the cars. A strange cloaked figure silently stepped into his car, magic silently closing the sliding door as she deftly entered his sleeping quarters. The cloaked figure stepped softly into the boxed car, her hooves strangely creating no sound as she walked up and down the length of the train section. Crimson eyes peered over the few patrons who were residing in the car, their frightened expressions showing clearly to her as they tried to scurry to the safety of the train's walls. Her expression was impossible to read from beneath the shadows her cowl cast over her face, the black pelted mare seeming to ignore each shiver and flinch as she searched for a place to sit down.

Her search found an empty couch that sat parallel to Gearly's, the two pieces of furniture facing each other as if they were intended for a group of ponies. She walked up between the two pieces of furniture and a paused for a moment, a dark red aura enveloping her cloak as she carefully lowered her hood. The unicorn was a scarlet mane that was cut especially short, probably to avoid interference with her mobility, the black mare examining the situation from above the sleeping stallion. She lowered her head somewhat to create a neutral height disparity between the pair, the crowded booth requiring her to get uncomfortably close to the stallion as she prepared to speak. "Sir, is this seat reserved for anyone in particular, I would appreciate the seat if it is not claimed," she explained in an an eerie voice that was strangely monotone, her unsettling gaze inches away from his faces.

The unicorn had her reliability questioned many times in her life. Even she initially questioned the use of a unicorn courier. Of course she eventually found the answer with a bit of introspection, the mare clearly living a successful life of delivery as she spent many months traversing Equestria and the Griffon kingdom. She had already retrieved the item requested of her, the courier standing outside the hospital of Manehattan as she reviewed her notes on the unicorn who had hired her,

She walked into the lobby of the hospital, the unicorn walking up to the receptionist who was clearly disturbed by her presence. "Y-yes, how can I help you ma'am," a nervous earth pony stammered as she looked over the hooded black mare. Her crimson eyes stared across to the nurse, seeming to critically examine every aspect of her appearance, the odd unicorn pausing for a moment as she pieced together an appropriate response. "Lady Nurse, may I ask for the location of Sir Gear's laboratory?" the melancholy looking mare asked in an almost dreary tone, her voice remaining completely static in tone from start to finish. The mare was shivering lightly, trying to shake the sense of dread that had overcome her, "May I ask what business you have with him?" the nurse replied, hoping not to anger the strange mare.

"I am sorry to state that I am not at liberty is disclose that information. It would violate the non disclosure I agreement I have with him," she explained in her eerily static voice, the mare's expression masked somewhat beneath her dark hood. The nurse gulped and pointed at a map just out of the vision of the courier before looking away. The unicorn blinked and examined the map, spotting her own location and the location of Gear's laboratory. "Thank you ma'am, your efforts will not be forgotten," she spoke out in her usual eerie manner, the nurse raising her brow as she turned back to verify that was the same pony who had frightened her earlier.

The mare was gone, her presence eerily missing as quickly as she had found her information. "Was she ever here at all?" the mare silently mouthed, not sure of what just transpired in her lobby. The mare had already left, the dark courier roaming the halls of the hospital, turning a corner as she spotted a unicorn working in his lab. He matched the description given to her by the griffon doctor, the mare able to identify him through the glass windows of his enclosure. Her horn glowed a deep red from beneath her cowl and in a flash, she was gone, the mare vanishing, if only for a split second as she suddenly appeared behind an apparently busy researcher. Her spell made no audible sound, the unicorn clearly talented at her craft as she took to one knee, the tall mare performing a subservient bow before Razor. "Sir Gears, I have arrived with the herbs you have requested. None have been informed about the details of your request," she added in her usual dreary voice, the mare lowering her cowl as she spoke.

The unicorn was a mare with a pelt of darkest black, her head adorned with a short cut scarlet mane that seemed strictly utilitarian. Her long black horned glistened with faint residue of magic as she rested with her head pointed at the ground. It was unclear if this mare was the one in question, but her sudden arrival seemed to at least hint the extent of her abilities. One nagging question still lingered though, how did she possibly arrive here so fast? She practically would have had to sprint across Equestria to arrive here so fast.

Sign me up!

A tall mare garbed in a dark blue cloak roamed through the crowded streets of Canterlot. Her visage was masked by the hood of her cloak, hiding her presence from most of the busy ponies who couldn't be bothered to inquire in her identity. She was here at the request of Aquellia, the mare assigned to deliver a parcel of perceived important. It was deemed too important for a normal mail mare, the griffons hiring a specially trained courier, a unicorn to be exact. The professional had trotted her way from the griffon nation all the way to Canterlot, and had just recently arrived in town.

Her crimson eyes peered out from beneath her cowl, the shrouded mare walking out into the open section of Canterlot that stood before the griffon embassy. Her eyes peered past the dragon hiding in the shadows as he spied on the spectacle at the gates, her nonchalant response making it unclear if she had noticed him. The crowds had been dispersed by the arrival of Gaston, the mare finding her approach to the embassy much easier because of him. She was just in time to see the griffon walk beak first into the gate of the building as it temporarily barred his entrance. The unicorn saw a pegasus land behind the irritated griffon and seemingly taunt him further as he made light of the mistake of the distracted griffon. A few quick steps and she was already at the side of the griffon, the tall mare taking a glance across the griffon to take a glance into the eyes with the armored pegasus.

Her glare was something that was truly unnerving, her fiery eyes seeming to pierce through his thick armor as they silently watched his posture and expression as best they could at least. As soon as the gaze had started, it was quickly over, her eyes drifting down to the griffon. He had no superficial injuries, but perfectly matched the descriptions she had received from her employers. A dark red glow enveloped her hood as magic grabbed her cowl and lowered it to her neck, revealing her face for everyone to see. She was a unicorn mare with a pelt as dark as night, her scarlet mane cut unusually short as it rested just outside of her face in a strictly utilitarian manner. She lowered herself down to one knee, the mare bowing her head subserviently to the griffon as her eyes locked onto the ground in a manner that was respectful to the pride of most griffons.

"Sir Gaston, I am here on matters of Aquillean business for your father. I have a missive for Duke Guillaume and must discuss it with him in private. I have been told it is in regards to his duties as Ambassador," she explained to him in a surprisingly serious voice, the unicorn appearing to mean complete business. It was unclear exactly how she knew of him, the odd mare not seeming very familiar at first glance, but there was probably some reasonable explanation for her odd familiarity with him. She had seemingly ignored the dragon and the pegasus, the pair being beyond the scope of her current job, the strange courier needing to deal with Gaston in order to ensure the success of her current assignment.

Gerrard smirked and looked around her shop, chuckling lightly to himself. The griffon had no immediate preference towards either sister, but was glad that his phrase seemed to please the unicorn, deciding to continue with his explanation. "As 'amazing' as pegasus are at controlling the weather, they can't make water come out of your faucet. But yeah, I know it isn't directly a part of ice cream, but it definitely is something that helps you run your business," he explained, the griffon making light of the abilities of pegasus as he made quotation marks with his talons.

He looked around her frigid store as she mentioned ice sculptures, the griffon looking over the cold figurines, careful not to touch any of the objects with his talons. "I would imagine the sculptures would, I personally work with fire, so I could never have one around," he explained, grinning as he spoke. She mentioned the university in a negative manner, the hybrid deciding to clarify things somewhat for her. "Well, firstly I am not 'everypony', and as negative as many Canterlot residents are, someone has to work the irrigation systems. I'm not a plumber after all, I'm trained to design and lay out the pipes while maintaining them. In all actuality, it is a job well suited for a griffon, the profession requiring a great deal of personal travel. And while a pegasus could fly around and do my job, they would be hard pressed to use a wrench or blow torch with their teeth," he explained objectively. "Oh, and as you might notice, I'm not from around Canterlot, they thought I was probably beneath the ground they stood on, but I graduated regardless," he explained with his usual grin, the griffon seeming somewhat proud of himself.

After he finished speaking, the griffon glanced at the prices and rummaged through his bag and pulled out his bits, exact change to be precise as he presented his payment to her while grabbing his ice cream. "Thanks fair mare," he added with a smile, eying his food, trying to be polite and not devour it rapidly in front of her.

The griffon listened patiently as she lectured him about disrespectful people. He nodded in agreement with her, the previously aggressive looking griffon seeming to listen to her as she explained her personal experiences. Gerrard let out a light yawn as he stretched out his large body, the griffon lightly digging his black talons into the ground as he examined the icy mare. "I see, I apologize for not being amusing enough for the both of us. I'll refrain from any unnecessary movements, at least for my current venture into your store," he explained, the griffon smirking as he partially agreed to refrain from harassing her further.

He eagerly licked his dark maw in anticipation as she explained that she did have mango flavored ice cream, the griffon finding that particular fruit to be extraordinarily agreeable for reasons completely unknown. "Ah, see, I am an alumni of that university, I graduated many a moon ago. I graduated as an exchange student who studied all the irrigation practices of your nation from weather control to physical irrigation practices. I was here this morning fixing a damaged pipe that was supplying your town with running water. I just finished welding a loose pipe together, hopefully your water pressure should be improved, perhaps allowing you to make more ice cream! Not that business is probably fierce during the winter anyway," he explained with a smile, the griffon rummaging through his bag as he waited for her response.

My Trio of Silly Weirdos


Gerrard Grayfeather
Male Griffon Irrigation Architect
http://www.canterlot...yfeather-final/


Asteria Stillheart
Unicorn Mare Courier
http://www.canterlot...illheart-final/


Aquaria Sirensong
Female Griffon Diver
http://www.canterlot...irensong-ready/

The tenderization comment was more a joke about eating the pony, but neither side seemed to push the issue too much farther, the comment slipping under the radar. Gerrard had no real opinion of the colt, learning from his time in Canterlot that there are probably much worse ponies around to deal with. He would probably figure out soon enough if the colt was someone he could stand, the griffon surprisingly patient for a member of his species.

"I know your name Static, you should feel honored to get such an awesome nick name. But if you prefer Stat, I'll just call you that," he explained, the griffon giving the pegasus a stern gaze as he punched him in the side. His heavier griffon body absorbed the hit much better, the hybrid raising his brow as his pony friend decided to play along. Gerrard didn't as much as flinch at the playful gesture, knowing it was a playful bump, something he probably should have done lighter himself.

Gerrard did his best to hold back his laughter as the pegasus completely bought that he could breathe fire. His maw was black because he was simply a black griffon, he wouldn't breathe fire if it burnt himself to do so. He was going to explain that it was just a playful trick, but he was too impressed and decided to one up him before he could go further. It was clear to Gerrard though that the colt hadn't taken a species of Equestria class at his local school, but the griffon didn't have the heart to interrupt him.

When the pony explained that he could one up his feat, Gerrard obliged him and made sure he was seated for what clearly would be a spectacle. He figured that the easiest way to one up fire would be with water, and the hybrid patiently waited for him to make it rain on him or something along those lines.

When Static mention accuracy, the griffon couldn't think of an efficient way to show that in regards to water. He gulped nervously, expecting the worst. The griffon disliked one thing, and he was suspecting the pegasus was about to cross the line. As the pony reared up his hind legs, Gerrard raised a black talon up to protect his face, a clap of thunder filling the air as the flower was instantly destroyed. He practically jumped at the gesture, the griffon hating when ponies needlessly flaunted the destructive power of lightning. To him it seemed so erratic, so dangerous, so unnecessary. "You didn't have to explode the flower. Every pegasus can manipulate the weather. You should know that it is against the law to needlessly discharge lightning from clouds near other living creatures," he tried to reason, the hybrid doing his best to seem calm, his heart racing as his stomach heaved nervously. "I shot fake flames out of my mouth, you used real lightning, that stuff is dangerous," he grumbled, the griffon giving him a serious glare, one that was much different from his playful glances.

Fixed to simply be culturally sensitive. (Dragons and Griffons having their own spin on how to go about things)

(oc: you should read my post closer, and try not to control my character. He simply hung off the roof to look threatening, he never jumped off or anything)

The griffon raised his brow when the mare didn't get particularly scared. He watched as she quickly donned an armor of ice, the pony seeming strangely familiar with getting into fights, something the griffon never really had to get into. "Well you're no fun, not even a nervous stammer out of you. That normally scares ponies, you must be made of tougher stuff. What a... cold disposition," he remarked, initially avoiding her assertion that he was a burglar. The griffon released his grip and gracefully dropped to the ground, the large hybrid taking a calm glance back at her as she threatened to freeze him.

"If I was a burglar, I wouldn't announce myself openly. Unless I was a really bad one I suppose? I just like to get a good fright out of ponies. Alas, it appears that I have failed amuse both of us. Would you be okay if I went to plan B? I was feeling rather hot from my work for you and decided I needed some ice cream. Can you help a hot griffon out?" he asked with a grin, his feathers looking a unusually hot on the cold day. The griffon had worked up quite the sweat while he fixed some damaged pipes on the outskirts of Ponyville. Using a blowtorch probably didn't help either, but that wasn't something he would probably complain about.

The griffon paused and took a seat on his haunches, looking up at the irritated mare. "Gerrard Grayfeather, honored to meet you. I am an irrigation architect from the Royal University of Canterlot. Do you have mango ice cream?" he asked with a smile, the hybrid extending a black talon towards her as he seemed to ask for a friendly shake.

Gerrard could tell that Static was genuinely concerned, the pegasus seeming borderline terrified of his presence. The griffon was slightly confused, wondering why such a scared pony had approached him to begin with. He chuckled lightly when the pony complimented his awful joke. "I know I'm a... hoot, but I don't think I need an award," he explained, the hybrid making an even worse bird pun. "Hope I didn't tenderize you too much. I like my ponies to be a bit tough," he explained with a smile, his intentions still unclear as he sat on his haunches. There was something amiss with the griffon, he didn't seem outwardly threatening, but there was something strangely subtle about his odd mannerisms.

When Static decided to try his cool approach, Gerrard couldn't help but raise his brow. He hadn't heard such a way of talking ever since he had moved to Canterlot. No pony he knew would dare talk in such a casual manner, the griffon cocking his head in disbelief. "Rad? I didn't realize we were back in flight school. What an odd request Mr. Discharge. I spend most of my time on the ground to be honest, I'm not one for races and awesome tricks. I would demolish you in mere moments if I did though," he explained, a smile creeping across his maw, the griffon starting to seem vaguely playful.

"Let's do a higher level test of skill. How about this, I'll do an action, then you do it better than me. I'll keep it simple for you," he explained, the griffon turning away for a moment. His talons seemed to be shuffling around in some odd manner. Gerrard turned his head slightly, the griffon giving Static a perfect side view of his sharp black beak. "You might wonder why my maw is black, it is because I can breathe fire!" he announced in a serious tone, a thin jet of vibrant blue flame exiting what seemed like his maw, the fire hissing loudly as it remained an intensely focused stream of superheated air. As quickly as it had started, the event was over, the griffon seeming to close his black beak over the fire as he halted it's advance. He shuffled a talon back into his bag before turning to look at the pegasus. "That fire is hot, hot, hot," he explained with a smirk, the griffon proud of his seemingly irrational power.

(ooc; Gerrard is out of the area for this RP, he will come back if we make the second part of the thread for later. If you need more posts, feel free to skip me)

Like my OC, I am objective enough to accept your feedback. I have altered the tone of the application, her appearance not meant to be a major portion of the application. Her race serves as a great way to avoid attention as a courier now, most ponies expecting pegasus to be delivering important packages. There is no mention of her specific talents, her magic kept vague as you suggested.

The griffon had been busily working on the local pipe network, Canterlot receiving complaints that water distribution in the town were spotty at best. His long black tail was wagging lightly as he removed a section of damaged piping, the hybrid slipping in a new piece as the pegasus closed in on him. When greeted, he didn't even flinch the, griffon fastening the section before deciding to react.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Static, his keen yellow eyes piercing through the pony as he examined the pegasus. A grin slowly crept across his dark beak as the griffon thought about an appropriate response. "Hello Static, I am working on your pipe systems, making sure that all my ponies are watered. I wouldn't want them to be thirsty. Gerrard Grayfeather, honored to meet you Static," he explained, the griffon revealing a large and heavy looking crescent wrench. He deftly held it in one of his jet black talons, the dark griffon effortlessly spinning the strangely gleaming tool as he spoke to the newcomer. He slipped the tool back into his bag before it could be examined with great detail, the griffon showing his first vague signs of aloofness.

"What are you up to? You seem rather... blue, what is bothering you?" he commented, the griffon leaning in and jabbing the pony in the side playfully with a balled up talon. He chuckled lightly, poking a bit of fun at the blue pelted pony while he waited for a response. It was unclear what exactly the griffon was thinking, but it didn't seem too nefarious or dangerous.

The pair of ponies soon had a griffon upon themselves, Gerrard following Colton as he went to rescue the injured mare. "You know that abandoned buildings are dangerous right? What would make you want to go scouring through one? There isn't anything here aside from a bunch of empty water bottles," he asked in a concerned voice, the hybrid looking the mare over with his keen yellow eyes. He could tell that she was somewhat injured from her misadventures with the damaged floor, the griffon lifting a talon as he scratched his dark beak.

"Want me to amputate your leg, it might get infected!" he asked with a grin, Gerrard walking up to her as he looked at her injured ribs. It was nothing too serious, a sprained ankle perhaps, the griffon wondering where a pony's 'ankle' would start. "I told you she wasn't a criminal Colton, we don't have to arrest her after all. You gonna be okay gal?" he commented in a slightly concerned voice, the griffon getting uncomfortably close, his beak inches from the mare as he inspected the situation. He shuffled through his bag of supplies, the griffon pulling out an odd kit. "I have a travel size first aid kit here, what needs treatment the most my lady," he added in a suddenly sincere voice, the shifty griffon suddenly seeming interested in helping her out.

The pony at the counter smiled at Gerrard and the mare at his side, the clerk familiar enough with the repeat customer, not that could forget a griffon regardless. "Hello Gerry, mango I presume?" the unicorn clerk commented in an eager voice as he looked the odd pair over. The griffon nodded in agreement with the pony, glancing over to Moon before getting interrupted "And what would your mare friend want?" he asked with a grin, gently nudging the griffon.

"I think she wanted Pistachio, but she can speak for herself," the griffon commented with a laugh as he extended a talon to her, gesturing for her to speak.

The night was close to being frigid, but that didn't change the fact it still created a glorious spectacle over the sky that depicted the cosmos so expertly. The stars that lit the dark sky roamed ever so slowly as they moved across the vast space, their presence slowly being overtaken by an odd lingering noise. The peace of the night gave way to the faintest of crackling as two odd objects closer to land came into odds with each other. An eerie blue fire seemed to linger just above the surface of the ground, threatening to attack the next thing foolish enough to approach it. A keen eye could spot the outline of a large winged stranger, their identity concealed well in the darkness as they seemed to manipulate the fire as it illuminated a section of metal piping that draped the landscape. A quick examination would reveal that the pipe glowed a deep orange, clearly hot as steam seemed to escape the metal cylinder. As quickly as the spectacle had started though, it abruptly ended, the shadowy outline of the stranger vanishing as they took to flight.

The heavy beating of a large set of powerful wings filled the air as the stranger darted off to parts unknown. The creaking of a nearby tree branch broke the awkward silence as it appeared the stranger had it's sights set on the white mare. Her pelt made her easy to identify at night and she had seemingly garnered the interest of. "Hello pony, what brings you to such a remote location, surely you weren't watching my work," a ghostly voice spoke to her from above as the blue fire reappeared. It hissed ever so faintly as it vaguely seemed to wave in the cool night gusts. It appeared similar in appearance to the fabled wil-o-wisp but was clearly under the control of someone or something.

Ponyville had seen it's share of cool weather and this day was no different, the clouds filling the sky as they shrouded the town in a bit of mid day darkness. It threatened to rain, but no such event was scheduled, leaving everyone in town to ignore the ominous clouds above them as best they could. The residents of the city were starting to realize that the city was closing in on the snow season and were dressing appropriately, mufflers and overcoats slowly becoming a trend for the early morning. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the weather, everyone aside from a lone griffon who appeared to be sweating in the chilly weather. The black pelted hybrid had no cold gear on his large frame, the only thing even attached to his body being a large and well fastened bag that was accompanied by a pair of extremely dark tinted goggles that rested atop his head. He had fierce looking yellow eyes that rested comfortably on his silver plumed head, the griffon eying every pony that crossed his path, the creature smirking for no clearly discernible reason.

He looked through the strangely famous city for a place to cool off, his keen eyes spotting a rather large ice cream store. He often wondered what stores like it did on particularly cold days like this one, but quickly put it aside, just glad that it could serve him, a clear exception to the rule. After hearing the soft voice of mare talking vaguely to herself, the seemingly aloof griffon devised a somewhat mischievous plan as he took flight and landed carefully on the roof of her two story residence. He silently prowled across the roof of her home, getting a few concerned glares from worried ponies as he made his way to awning that she stood beneath. He firmly planted his hind paws on the roof before leaning over the edge with the remainder of his body. "Hello dear pony. It is an honor to meet you!" he announced suddenly, the griffon opening his maw and spreading out his talons and wings in a manner that made it look as if he were diving upon her. At a passing glance, a pony could easily come to that conclusion, the nefarious looking hybrid striking an equally imposing posture above her.

Gerrard lead her down the bustling streets of Canterlot, the griffon's presence giving them plenty of space as ponies seemed to part around the pair. "I know what you are thinking, and don't worry. You probably don't care what most of the snobs here think anyway, am I right? Who cares if they judge you, it isn't like you can get arrested or anything for going out on the town. If anyone messes with you, they will have to mess with me as well," he explained with a chuckle, the griffon flexing his talon in a dangerous looking manner. Ponies did seem to stare and gawk somewhat at the odd pair, but most were to busy to spare any extra attention.

They soon found themselves at the entrance of the ice cream shop, the frequented joint seeming crowded with ponies who all seem to have recently escaped work. "Any flavor you are particular to? My favorite is pony, a very hearty ice cream," he joked playfully, many ponies in line going wide eyed as they suddenly lost their desire to eat their icy treat. Gerrard leaned in to whisper to Moon, "I don't really eat ponies if you were wondering," he explained with a chuckle, hoping it wasn't really necessary for him to say such a thing to her.

Any problems with the application then? Everything seems in order. She could change herself to look like something else, but her disposition wouldn't let her fool anyone familiar with them. It is more useful to simply not look like herself. There are minor petty crimes in Equestria, stealing or deception (think gilda theft, flim flam confidence scam, ect). Not to mention that a courier would a be safe way to deliver items in areas with dangerous monsters.

"It's just a date between friends, nothing serious," he explained with a smile, the griffon looking across to her as he carefully grabbed her dark hoof in his black talon. "It's up to you I suppose. It is just a friendly date after all," he added, trying to calm her down. "It's just some ice cream," Gerrard commented with a grin, giving her hoof a shake. He leaned across the table and gently hugged her, looking back to the exit of the library. "It's nearing an hour moonlite," he reminded, standing up and waiting for her to follow.

"Well, you are the only pony here," he replied with a smile, the griffon looking around and spotting no other patrons. "Alright, a date it is then," he cheered, Gerrard putting the book into his bag as he glanced up to to the clock on the wall. "One hour? I can wait around here until then. "I'll... 'read' this book while I wait," he commented with a smirk, air quoting as he spoke read. "That okay with you?" he asked, taking a seat at a table to close to her counter as he pulled the book out and placed it on the table.

"Or is there something else we want to pass the time doing?" he yawned, stretching his wings as he leaned back in his seat. The griffon seemed patient, but waiting an hour to go on a date was something new to him, the hybrid happy to wait on his new friend.