Gerrard

I forgot and put it on the character name instead of Title, yes, she has been ready for a week.

He watched the mare carefully asses his document, the griffon smiling as she took her job with care. "It is an honor to meet you Lady Frost," he explained warmly to her as she registered his check out. "Yes, a week should be enough time for to fetch that pony and give him a lesson in fluid dynamics. Sometimes ponies in Canterlot like to think they know everything, you know what I mean?" he explained with a chuckle. "I mean, I think an irrigation architect would know more about water than a racetrack owner," he sighed, clearly having to work with Canterlot elite on a daily basis.

His keen yellow eyes noticed the reddening of her face, and he couldn't help but smile for her. "You seem ill! I think you may have a case of griffon fever! You know there is only one cure for that. Would you mind accompanying me to an ice cream shop after you get off work? I am free for the weekend after all," he explained, putting his card away as he accepted the book from her.

Gerrard watched the pair examine the situation as they tried to figure out a way to gain entry. The griffon winced, noticing Colton smashing the lock in the most awkard of ways."While I admire your tenacity Conor, you seem to have forgot that you're a pony! While a rock is sufficient to break that lock. It is also sufficient to break your teeth. I would know after all," he playfully remarked, while poking his tongue out at the pony, the bird having no teeth as he joked again. "I want to teach you a forgotten technique. It will prove invaluable in your journeys. An apple bucking mare showed me the ultimate pony battle technique! Just lean on your fore hooves, raise your hind legs and kick as hard as you can. No opponent can withstand your onslaught, rusty locks included. You won't even chip a tooth!" he excitedly explained, haphazardly recreating the motion, the griffon never really trying to buck anything. his paws not nearly as hard as the hooves that ponies had.

Gerrard put a talon over the mouth of Colton to silence him, the Griffon devising a clearly devious plan. "Shh, I know a safe way to figure out who is here, watch," he explained slyly, the griffon clearing his throat as he remembered a specific voice. "Halt who goes there citizen? You are trespassing on her majesties territory without proper permission. I am afraid I must throw you in the dungeon. Show yourself!" he announced in a strong voice, the griffon sounding like a royal guard for a moment, granted they all seemed to be the same two ponies anyway.

The griffon gasped in surprise, clutching his heart as he feigned amazement. "Wait a moment, I get a free box too? Forget the statue, I want the box. The box is a space ship after all!" he playfully remarked as he pulled out a talon full of bits. "You must be a nonprofit agency to have such low prices! It is only fair that I tip to volunteers. A thirty percent tip seems fair, that comes to 15.6 bits. Just let break this bit in half, it would be rude if I gave above the going rate," he explained with a wink, the griffon opening his maw as he playfully tried to bite the currency in half. His bite was strong, but not nearly enough to split the metal currency in half, Gerrard shivering as his beak clanged on the metal.

After his playful attempt failed miserably, he leaned in close to the hippogriff, wearing a smile on his black beak. "I'll round it up to twenty bits. You should put my pride in your work, your rates are very modest. Ponies aren't aware of the dexterity in our talons," he whispered to her with a smirk as he pushed the currency across the counter to her. "Regardless, I must take my leave, farewell Swift Ladies," he commented with a laugh, the griffon extending a large black wing to shroud his face as if it were a cape. "I will disappear into the darkness, but where ever there is a pipe in need, I will be watching over. I go!" he cheered, darting out of the store, the griffon wincing as he realized it was the morning.

The griffon wore a devilish smirk as he made the mare jump in surprise. He was a bit surprised that the librarian had never seen a griffon though, a few of his kind passing through the town on a monthly basis. "Ah, a pony!" he replied with a suprised sounding laugh as he slightly mimicked the pony. "Then again, we are in Equestria after all, I suppose that is to be expected," he added with chuckle, lightly stroking his black beak as he gave her a fair amount of personal space. When she explained that she was setting a bad example, he cocked his head to the side with a sense of confusion.

"You're probably setting a bad example by freaking out? It's okay, all ponies seem to set terrible examples when dealing with me! If everyone does it, then it must be okay, right?" he commented in a fictitious manner, the griffon stretching out as he extended his large, raven colored wings in the narrow library hall. "I've lived in Canterlot for over five years, I am used to ponies freaking out. One might say I revel in it," he explained, playfully pawing at her with one of his sharp talons as she lead him over to the counter. The griffon took a glance at the book and nodded in agreement with her comment. "Yes it is. An associate of mine at the university believes that you can't create a ship with a hole in the bottom of it. Alas, he doesn't understand that water can't move up on it's own. I will love making that snotty pony eat his words," he explained with a smile, the griffon pleased with himself as he made the strange assertion. It was unclear what his job was, but water was probably involved somehow.

He reached into his bag and pulled out his library card, the griffon having a benefactor stamp on it. Gerrard Grayfeather, Alumni of the Royal University of Canterlot, the card read as he pushed it across the table to her. "I'm Gerrard, may I ask your name dear librarian?" he commented in his normal voice, the griffon having a much deeper voice than he had originally let on for her.

Good to hear. I'll try to be on for as much of the stream I can manage.

The library was one of the largest establishments in the famed city of Canterlot, it's vast archive one of the few places in Equestria that had almost every book ever made. Another scholar was roaming the library, the visitor haphazardly avoiding the clerk as he searched for a rarely touched upon subject in the capital of pony kind. A pair of keen yellow eyes scanned through the towering shelves of books that seemed to reach up to the ceiling. He quickly came to the realization that his book was at the very bottom of the particular book case in front of him, the feathered character letting out a light sigh of relief as he didn't have to make a ruckus to get information on his topic. The scholar reached out and plucked a book out from the shelf with a black talon and slipped it partially under his wing, the black pelted griffon opting to keep has talons free as he searched for the exit of the information storehouse. "Principles of Water pressure. If this book doesn't prove me right, I don't think anything will convince him," he murmured vaguely to nobody in particular.

"I guess I should head over to check the book out," the dark griffon thought to himself as he sauntered his way back to the check out counter. He was starting to get a bit worried though, the bustling library completely devoid of life on this particular day. "There a pony holiday today I wasn't told about? I would hope that I haven't been out of the loop for five years," he thought to himself, the hybrid able to see the reflection of the sun peering through the windows at the silver feathers of his head. He heard the aimless speech of another person in the library, the griffon making his way back to notice the clerk post abandoned as she made her seemingly hourly rounds. He glanced over to his book, a gorged text that was filled with diagrams and theories that were rarely used by the weather manipulating society, the visitor taking a passing glance at the unmanned exit to the library. After a brief moment of inner turmoil, he let out an inaudible sigh and placed the book on her now abandoned seat.

The hybrid took a glance at one of his well maintained talons as a grin crept across his black beak, the griffon devising a clearly mischievous plan. He paused for a moment, the hunter able to hear the light hoof steps of the clerk in the essentially empty building. He lowered himself to the ground, the griffon slinking his way through the library as he searched for the librarian. In a few short moments, he had found his 'prey' the long black tail of the griffon wagging with delight as he silently approached the dark blue mare. "Hello dear, I have a book to check out, may I ask for your assistance," he asked suddenly, the griffon using an unusually soft and polite speech pattern to hide his specific identity as he leaned uncomfortably close to the librarian, the griffon making sure that his sharp black beak would be ready to greet her when she turned around to reply to his sudden comments.

Start a new thread and send me the link.

I could do an RP with her and my OC Gerrard. Here is his profile

As for specific RP ideas though, hmmm let me think about that for a moment~

Gerrard lives and works in Canterlot, he could easily meet her at the library, but what sort of RP idea, I am not sure. He loves to playfully antagonize shy ponies though.

I eagerly look forward to your next stream!

Gerrard smiled, the young children too confused to understand that he was a griffon, a hybrid creature that was completely unrelated to ponies. "I'm a griffon, we live in the neighboring country. I am actually a former student from this university. Maybe I can supervise you some day," he explained with a grin, glancing over to Snowdrift. Gerrard leaned forward, playfully whispering to the children in a voice that everyone could hear. "My friend here, Snowy, doesn't know how to read, so I gotta give him some pointers. Not everyone got to go to school when they were your age," he explained to kids, get a few jeers and cheers from them as they were amazed someone actually never went to school.

"It's not his fault though, everyone is different and shouldn't be held to the same strict standard. I will fix this injustice on my honor as a griffon!" Gerrard announced strongly, puffing his powerful chest out as a mixture of hoof clapping and laughter filled the preschool section of the library. Gerrard lead Snowdrift to a book case and carefully clawed through it, his keen eyes spotting the book he was looking for. It was made of durable materials and had insanely large print, the symbols on it printed. "A. Book. for Children., ABC's and the alphabet." Gerrard read the book title to Snowdrift in a patient manner, seemingly getting over the fact that the full grown male had no idea how to read. "The key to reading, is understanding the distinct differences that each symbol has. Each symbol makes a distinct sound, and when these letters and sounds are put together, they make a word. CAT for example, is the combination of three specific sounds. KAH-AH-TUH" he pronounced, the griffon starting a long process to teach his friend some basics of reading.

Wait till you see the art of her that Brained drew for me on his stream =3

She would be confused, but I'm sure Wordsworth would have a few hearty heartfelt laughs.

Name: Asteria Stillheart

Race: Unicorn

Gender: Female

Age: Mare

Additional Status: Usually wears a dark hooded cloak to hide her cutie mark. It also can serve to hide her mane and tail.

Pelt colour: Jet Black

Mane/Tail colour and Style: She has a dark red mane and tail that are kept lightly trimmed back in length.

Eye colour: Crimson red

Cutie Mark: A silver griffon feather that denotes her familiarity with with a variety of species. It is usually kept hidden under her cloak to prevent strangers from easily identifying her as someone who associates with unusual creatures.

Physique: Asteria is relatively tall for a mare, able to look most stallions in the eyes without having to look up. She is extremely toned to the state of a marathon runner. Her muscles are not large, but they are well trained and she keeps herself at the minimum healthy weight for someone of her stature.

Current Residence: Asteria does not have an official home, finding such a thing pointless for someone who is always traveling. That being said, her base of operations is in Canterlot. She has been sent off to all the major cities across Equestria, and a few obscure locations of importance. In Canterlot, she lives in a room of her parent's manor, the unicorn residing in hotels while abroad.

Job: Asteria works as a courier who retrieves and delivers high profile items for equally important people. She works for the highest bidder, and often finds herself working for non-ponies. Asteria rationalizes that such clients are more willing to pay premium prices for her services and she can use that to pursue her goals further. Although she is not as fast as a pegasus, she delivers items in secret, using her profile as a unicorn to keep packages hidden and safe. When work is slow, she can sometimes be seen delivering normal items across short distances. The mare uses her talents to raise as much capital as possible for her investments in charities and organizations that support unfortunate and misunderstood ponies, and non-ponies across Equestria.

Mother: Elegant Star, a theater actress and former model in Canterlot.

Father: Stern Gavel, a judge of high esteem in Canterlot, well known to anyone in that circle.

Likes: Asteria comes off as apathetic to almost everything at first glance. Of course that isn't completely true because she does appreciate many things. She likes those who hold true to their ideals, especially those who refuse to lie. She appreciates those who are selfless enough to sacrifice their time and resources to help others that are less fortunate. Asteria likes to read while on travels and often finds herself learning things, cultural differences in particular, as she crosses Equestria.

Dislikes: Asteria tries to be open minded about everyone and everything. She does not like judging others, especially with limited information. The unicorn does not like people who nonchalantly lie and go out of their way to deceive others. She will usually not express her opinions, unless specifically asked to, because she feels that she could unfairly bias the opinions of others.

Backstory: Asteria was a strangely agreeable filly in her youth, the peculiar pony always looking to help and please her classmates. She never seemed to get flustered when playing with her classmates, the youth seeming well versed in maintaining her composure. Her last name, Stillheart, represents her calm demeanor that she slowly gained over time. The unicorn learned to rationalize the reasoning of others and learned that problems could be addressed by being impartial and understanding the motivation of all parties involved. She is a pony who always seeks to avoid conflict. If she angers someone, she will always apologize and seek a way to make amends with irritated parties. She earned her cutie mark when she delivered the work of a sick classmate to her teacher, the young pony learning she could help others by simply donating her time. After objectively thinking things over, she quickly came to the conclusion that some residents of Equestria, dragons and griffons in particular, tend to scare off delivery ponies with their presence. She also realized that nobody would expect a unicorn to be a courier, that profession normally reserved for pegasus. This allowed her to also deliver important items safely, most people not suspecting a unicorn to be a secret courier. Her father, a judge, was disappointed to find that his daughter took to a life of delivering items for shady characters, but Asteria was not one to irrationally forget her abilities. She took it upon herself to prove to her father that delivering important items for misunderstood characters could be a fulfilling career. Her first name, Asteria, is a play on the word hysteria, the very thing that the presence of her clients tend to bring on fearful ponies. After returning a dragon's gem that was stolen from him by burglars, her father begrudgingly accepted his daughter's career, admitting that there are individuals and items that need help, even if they are a scary dragon or a threatening griffon.

Strengths: Asteria is about as physically fit as a unicorn can manage, her constant travel across Equestria giving her the physique of a marathon runner. She is always open to hear the words of anyone she meets, be they a pony, dragon or some other creature. She is well versed in the customs of griffons and other creatures, speaking with them in a manner that respects their culture. She is aware and reliable, always focusing on her work and never letting it slip her mind.

Weaknesses/Flaws: Asteria's biggest weakness is her refusal to judge others without appropriate information on them. She can be very gullible about claims made by others because she always hopes for the best in others. She is very slow to make friends because she has a tendency to put her work above everything else. Asteria is able to think through situations thoroughly and objectively, but suffers from being very literal minded. She often misinterprets figures of speech and many metaphors, unintentionally misunderstanding the words of others. She doesn't tend to hold these understandings against others, somewhat aware of her odd disconnect.

Fears: Asteria prefers to go through things logically, and she deems that fear is irrational, causing others to make poor decisions. When put into a dangerous situation, she simply consolidates her position and tries to examine what is going on. While she isn't afraid of anything in particular, she often worries about certain things. She is always concerned about the task she is assigned to and hopes to not ruin her reputation by botching a job. Asteria is also wary that her efforts might not cause the desired positive effect and that her actions might prove her critics correct.

Overall Persona: At first glance, Asteria appears to be a very melancholy, if not completely apathetic pony. She is very secretive and never goes out of her way to reveal anything about herself. She always appears to be completely stoic, masking her thoughts behind an unflinching expression. Asteria is not a recluse though and understands that extremely suspicious activity would be counter productive to her goals. If approached, she will speak in the most polite of ways possible, and answer questions to the best of her ability while being as vague as possible about specifics about herself. She is prone to being too trustworthy with new strangers, almost refusing to judge others based on their immediate actions.

Picture Notes: Asteria will almost always be seen in a simple cloak, but on the occasional nights where her upper class Canterlot parents force her to a gala, she will often wear fancy clothing similar to this (as drawn by my friend IcyHooves), chosen of course by her doting mother.

Gerrard raised his brow as the stallion suggested he might order twelve rooms worth of furniture. He was used to Canterlot ponies and their idiosyncrasies, but he often wondered how they could afford such sustained lavish spending. He listened as the unicorn went on further, offering to take them to a club as well, the griffon trying his best to remain polite. "Alas, I have pressing pipe work to do as well. I don't want to disappoint the princesses by shirking my duties for a bit of clubbing. Although, if I shirk my duties, maybe I can make up for it by cleaning up the water in the dungeon," he mused aloud, making a bit of fun of himself.

He glanced over to Fire, pausing for a moment as he thought over her request for a clock. "Well, I know a few ponies at the university who would probably be enthralled to do some clockwork. If you bring the wooden shell, I could get it done for you, my gift for being such a bother," he chuckled lightly as he thought about his associates. "Would that be an acceptable compromise?" he suggested calmly for everyone involved.

The griffon carefully scratched his chin as he thought about what to do."I'll take the saluting military officials carving. It should serve as a decent reminder that ponies and griffons can be friends. Unless you have a hippogriff carving," he half joked, the griffon looking over Cydonia lazily as he picked through his bag. "How many bits will it be? I'll pick it up after my work is over. I'll even carry it home myself, griffon pride and all that," he explained with a laugh, making a talking motion with his talon as he mocked some of the rigid honor his species sometimes showed.

Gerrard followed alongside Colton as they entered the abandoned town. It was labeled a ghost town, so it was to be expected, but something seemed eerie about the forgotten western town. "Well, it isn't like I haven't earned it. When all the ponies and griffons in town were practicing to be flight masters, wonderbolts, or whatever their griffon counterpart might be, I was studying my craft. At least my father was okay with me pursuing my own goals. Being the only child in your clutch not wanting to join the military was, troubling at times. Regardless, I am here, collecting bushels of bits as I help ponies live carefree lives," he explained, the griffon familiar enough with town layouts to know that the pipes in question should be hidden out of public view.

The griffon was often asked questions about why he was dragged across Equestria to work on strange jobs, and didn't waste any time thinking up a response. "Well, the art of irrigation isn't the most widespread thing in the world. Griffons dont make many of their own crops, and ponies rely on pegasi to water most of their lands. There aren't many of us around, so it is more reasonable to have a few travel across Equestria doing their work. Griffons are ideal actually, flight being a requirement and our tools requiring great dexterity to use efficiently. We both know that the princesses have more important things to do, so that is where I come in, the unspoken savior of the masses!" he announced dramatically, the griffon being truthful while probably exaggerating the truth somewhat.

There was something indeed strange about the town, something he couldn't quite put his talon on. He remembered back to his day in the office when he was presented this job, and the pony who gave him the job seemed frightened, more so than usual. He was starting to feel like he had been had yet again by his lazy and superstitious colleagues. "I actually think I was assigned to this town because nobody else was willing to do it, now that I think about it," he mused honestly, the griffon seeming eerily suspicious, the hybrid not scared by their environment. When Colton scared himself with the false alarm, Gerrard blinked, hearing something as well. "That was a false alarm because you pinpointed the noise incorrectly. You lack a hunter's instinct!" he explained excitedly, the griffon leading him over to the adjacent store. "There is someone in that building," he whispered, pointing at the general store. The decrepit building had a fitting sign that was damaged and the front of the building was littered with sparse amounts of trash, wooden debris, and a few unusual looking plastic bottles.

Gerrard leaned in close to the caribou, the griffon smirking as he decided to speak. "It's a vicious cycle really. Everyone acting dumb to prove who is the smartest. It is rather convoluted, I know," he admitted, the griffon wearing a clearly fake somber expression on his maw as he looked at the ground.

When the caribou spoke about the books around them, Gerrard chuckled lightly, the griffon finding his comment about the quantity amusing. "Hmm, I would say the number is closer to a million, more than any one ungulate could ever read in all their life. Normally, we start by reading things we are interested in. Perhaps, snow, caribou, or even mares," he chuckled, the griffon leading him through the enormous library, probably the largest one in Equestria. "But in your special case, that isn't really possible now is it? The library is usualy intended for students, but as you might imagine, some have their own offspring that need some learning of their own. This is where you come in," Gerrard commented, the griffon holding back a laugh as they reached the modest preschool section of the library. Murals of young foals and tiny aninals lined the walls as much smaller book shelves filled the much brighter colored room.

"Uh, this is where the young are taught to read when school is out. This would be a good spot to start," he explained, gesturing for Snowdrift to follow him inside the almost insulting simple section of the library. Before anything could be looked at though, a small herd of curious foals charged the griffon and his caribou friend. "Oooooo, what are you two? You're funny looking! Your horns are weird. You dont have hooves!" the crowd commented in a flurry of curious questions before their supervisor could corall them back into order. Gerrard smirked and turned to Snowdrift, the griffon liking children in small enough quanties at least.

The griffon paused for a moment when asked the question of his origin. He stroked his sharp black beak with an equally dark claw as he contemplated a response. "Well I came her from Canterlot, my current residence. But I am going to assume you meant where my ilk comes from. I am from the neighboring nation of Aquellia, or as it is sometimes referred to here as the griffon nation. They are a nation at peace with your own, so there is no need to get plucked off in the claws of a griffon, unless they are crazy or a criminal. Thank goodness there aren't any around here like that though," the griffon chuckled with a heart laugh, playfully alluding that he might be a bit strange.

"I've lived here for over four years, heck I'm a citizen here now," he remarked, the griffon seeming a bit more relatable as he started speaking. "In regards to what I do though. As my associates in Canterlot might say, I am an Irrigation Architect from the Royal University of Canterlot. In laymen terms though, I make sure that all you ponies are kept watered by diverting natural occurring water to your towns and fields," he explained, the griffon reaching into his bag as he pulled out a large crescent wrench. The tool looked incredibly heavy, yet shined with a distinct glean that seemed to indicate either extreme craftsmanship or an unusual building material. He left the tool in view for only a few minutes before putting it away.

The pair had made quite a deal of distance across the desert as the ghost town slowly came into view. The town had all the stereotypical western styled buildings, albeit most of them looking abandoned and decrepit. It was still unclear why the town was abandoned, but the pair would probably found out if they mustered the courage to venture into the town limits.

Gerrard looked back at Snowdrift, the caribou clearly oblivious to the way things worked in Canterlot. The griffon chuckled lightly and decided to tell him what happened. "Oh, it is actually really simple. Ponies in canterlot like to think they are better than everyone else. They believe that being born into wealth makes them better as people in some way. As such, they like to believe it, and anyone who would make them look bad is treated poorly. I exposed the ignorance of one, and rather than being introspective and realizing they didn't know something, they simply scapegoated him and chased him off. Their pride blinds them to reality I suppose," the griffon explained, laughing lightly as he found the ponies intriguing.

"Don't mind them, nothing you can really say will change their logic or thinking. There something in particular you want to read? I know you can't really read, so it sorta is hard to figure out what to do," Gerrard commented, crossing his arms as he sat on his haunches.

Gerrard had finished his pseudo inspiring speech and turned to look at Colton. The pegasus was in no way inspiried, his expression almost seeming to be one of disdain. "You and me, we will go far!" he announced in an eager voice, the griffon leading them out of town as they started their long journey into the desert. "Alright, I suppose you are wondering what exactly we are doing out here in the heat of the desert. And I also suppose it is fair to explain that we are setting up a network of pipes to a nearby salt mine," he explained, the griffon finally seeming to no longer be playing around.

The sun was still weighing heavily on the pair, showing no sign of letting up for at least a few hours. "So, anything you want to ask? About the job, me, maybe about yourself?" he mused aloud, the griffon's long black tail wagging softly in the hot air. "Before we go to the mine though, we need to go to the closest water source to the mine. That is..." he explained, the griffon pulling out a map from his bag as his keen eyes looked for their destination. "Ahh, as I thought, we need to go to the local ghost town. Apparently the ponies there abandoned it for some reason, but water pipes are still connected there. Let's see what was so bad about the town," he explained, the griffon not seeming afraid of whatever might come their way.

Gerrard smirked and slipped out of sight of the angry crowd, the aloof griffon having a few more tricks to play on the grass eaters around him. The aggressive unicorn blushed bright red when his small horn was called out, his secret revealed to everyone around him. It was true, Snowdrift did have a rather large rack, especially compared to most unicorns in canterlot. The griffon chuckled and used this as his opportunity to finish off the uppity unicorn.

"Someone failed his advanced biology 234 class. What a disgrace to Canterlot, who let this hapless unicorn into our midsts? He is making us all look bad, get him!" Gerrard growled in a less threatening voice as he tried to whip the crowd into a frenzy. The ponies were stunned for a moment at the comment before looking at the blushing unicorn. "Oh yeah, they did talk about Carib's in biology, this guy is an imposter, get him!" another student announced, trying to hide his own lack of knowledge as he shifted the blame to the easy scapegoat. The instigating unicorn's eyes widened before he was chased out of the library by a frenzied crowd of know nothing students.

Snowdrift was left alone in the library as the crowd tried to persecute their own ignorance, the griffon nowhere to be seen. Gerrard waited a few moments, to hear if the probably confused caribou had anything to say. Right before anything meaningful could be said, the griffon pushed his talon through one of the book shelves to 'snatch' the caribou from behind, the griffon letting out a playful snarl as he tried to scare his friend, the griffon laughing soon afterwards before pulling his talon out of the book shelf.

"Mmm, fake plastic decorations, yummy," Gerrard replied with a laugh, gently patting the snow lander on the head. "Ponies are very keen on making please aesthetics. They want it to look nice and do so by adding extraneous things to their work. Stuff like that," Gerrard explained with a laugh as they stood in the towering building.

The griffon smirked, hearing the caribou whisper that ponies were weird. Gerrard understood them enough, probably agreeing a bit with the ponies around that Snowdrift was the weird one. "Why do you think ponies are weird? Just because they read silly books? Their desire to eat fake foliage?" the hybrid announced loudly enough to get the attention of the ponies around him, the flyer loving to make awkward moments.

Numerous ponies had gathered around the pair, grumbling lightly as it seemed that Snowdrift had insulted them and their honor. "Your the weird one, your horns are all weird shaped," one commented in an insulted manner, staring at Snowdrift with critical eyes.

"Snowdrift, it actually isn't that hard to read. Each symbol makes a sound, and when these symbols are linked up in certain ways, they make a word. For example, these three symbols form the word bat. Buh-ah-tuh, bat. That word means bat," Gerrard explained to the caribou patiently, the griffons word's seeming to anger the crowd around them.

"What? Why are you here if you can't even read? Even a foal knows how to read a little bit," one growled, getting up in the face of Snowdrift as he found a reserve of bravery. Gerrard raised his brow, watching patiently to see how Snowdrift would respond to.

(I cant tell if you are actually mad, but there is no way for me to know OOC that he is speaking griffon without you saying. I don't know imaginary languages...)

Gerrard raised his brow as the angry unicorn berated him with knowledge he should know and did know. "In pony that is gibberish, and in griffon that is a phrase, albeit a questionably worded one. When you randomly switch languages in mid conversation, you should be more clear with what you say. I forgive you though, it's an honest mistake to make," Gerrard replied with a laugh, staying up beat no matter how angry Swift seemed. He could tell that the unicorn was offended by his earlier words, but figured that an insult to his honor was a much worse a verbal attack.

The griffon walked into the store, his keen eyes glancing over the intricate objects that filled the establishment. He wasn't too sure what he wanted, the griffon not one to spend his money casually. Gerrard let his eyes drift idly before a strange object caught his attention. He saw a strange carving of a what seemed to be a griffon and a pegasus. "Can you tell me more about this one? Perhaps why they are saluting each other? Are there griffons in the Equestrian army, I can't recall ever seeing one. In fact,are hippogriffs allowed to be in a formal military setting? I would suspect that both sides might question your intentions," Gerrard commented in a confused manner, not trying to be disrespectful, the hybrid actually stumping himself.

The griffon did indeed love toying with ponies, his friends in particular. He would never admit it, but he wholeheartedly did. Gerrard saw his glare and nodded in confirmation, gently patting the pony with a black talon before turning back to the black smith. "I will return in just a moment with your load. If you are patient, I'll even get you some ice cream too," he commented with a laugh, the griffon walking into the building. "You can come under the awning, of the building, it's probably a few degree's lower," he explained before talking to a worried looking earth pony in the building.

The pair spoke to each other in a normal voice, their conversation too far for Colton and Sparks to make out anything meaningful. Gerrard nodded in confirmation of something, pushing a small bag of bits across the counter to the clerk. Oddly enough, the clerk accepted the payment without even counting the money. The pony gestured to a portion of the building that was out of sight and the griffon wandered out of vision before returning with a pair of gorged bags. They looked exceedingly heavy but the strong griffon managed with minimal effort, his species being rather strong. "Here ya go, your portion of the load Colton," he explained with a smile as he carefully placed the load on the ground, the heavy saddle bags still managing to make a noisy clang. "This load is probably too heavy to fly with. We can just walk to the work site, you brought your sunscreen right?" he commented with a chuckle, looking over the white pegasus before glancing off into the distance.

The griffon coughed loudly, putting a balled up talon at his neck as he cleared his throat. He prepared to speak and decided to give Colton one last inspirational speech, the griffon wanting to give him something to think over. "It will be a long walk. Many have traveled it, but few have returned from the fiery inferno of the desert. But do not fear, I will return you to the promised land, dead or alive. Your efforts will not be forgotten in the long storied history of Equestria. Believe me when I say, I will protect you with your own life. Let's go, for justice!" he announced in a fiery and dedicated manner, the griffon cheering their charge.

Gerrard chuckled lightly as Colton tormented himself slightly over his own lack of documentation. He loved to make ponies squirm and this seemed like an easy enough of a target. The griffon started his march over to the blacksmith, showing a small interest in the pair as he lead the way to their next destination.

"You shouldn't be so critical of your bird. Why is he supposed to know about your credentials? How cruel of you," the griffon acting in defense of the much smaller bird. He gave Colton a stern, almost angry glare as he paused his march. Gerrard was holding back a laugh from behind his serious facade. Gerrard glanced at the sparrow for a moment before playfully wrapping an arm the neck of the pegasus, careful not to hit the bird. The griffon leaned on Colton and wore a devilish smirk. "Well I hope you are fast," he playfully threatened before releasing Colton.

"At delivery," he added afterwards with a laugh, the griffon clearly liking to play on the reactions of the pony for his own personal amusement. "Just wait right here, I'll be right bag with your portion of the load. You can handle a heavy bag of pipes, right?" he added with a laugh, hoping his new hire could take the heat and weight of the job. "I'm mostly almost sure that this will be a safe and easy job. You being the only pony to respond is merely a coincidence," he explained with a chuckle, the griffon smirking widely as he tried to hold back another laugh.