“Well, this should help things,” Blacklin said as the orb floated around his head. “Thank you, Twilight and you too, Pinkie.”
Twilight simply nodded and Pinkie gave the gryphon a tight hug before following him out of the library.
“Gah!” The gryphon gave out a cry of surprise as the orb suddenly switched into a window in front of him. “I don’t think I’ll get used to this.”
He looks at the shadow figure in curiosity before the question fully registers with him.
“So that’s how an anon will look via this, interesting,” he mutters softly. “Oh, uh Blinkie and Inkie? Well, I kinda mentioned it before, I think. “
He looks at Pinkie and then back at the window. “Well, they both are pretty nice. I think Inkie could have been a bit more talkative and that Blinkie could have been a bit less nosey about Pinkie’s life. That’s just me though. I still find it hard to believe that Pinkie’s related to them.”
“I get that a lot,” the pink pony says with a giggle.
”Uh…That’s a private matter and I refuse to answer that!” he states firmly. ”I think you all have better things to ask than about someone’s private life like that.”
He stops as he gets the next question. “Inquiry?” he asks. “Uhm, the only Inquiry I know doesn’t have any shop called Tools of the Trade, though I’m not really sure what she does. So, I don’t really know what you’re talking about there.”
The sound of commotion catches Blacklin and Pinkie’s attention. Momentarily confused, they looked at each other before heading towards town square, other questions forgotten about for now.
There they found a large crowd gathered and lots of talking was going on. As they got closer, a rough sounding female voice rose above the rest.
“Gah! Stopping crowding around us you dweebs!” it called out.
Pinkie blinked a few times, seemingly recognizing the voice, but Blacklin tilted his head to the side, more confused than anything else. Both pony and gryphon pushed their way through the crowd.
Standing next to the fountain was a female gryphon. She had white feathers, brown body, and yellow talons. Around her eyes were dark gray marks, making it look like she was wearing a mask. What really caught Blacklin’s attention about her was the pendant she wore around her neck: a shield like design bearing a silver gryphon against a field of green and yellow, the emblem of the Griffon Kingdom’s border patrol.
However, while many of the ponies were focused on the gryphon, Blacklin’s attention landed on the cobalt blue hippogriff female next to her. Like her companion, she a pendent with the Border Patrol emblem on it. Her long mane had been tied back and, what worried him the most, her left wing was banged up and pinned to her side.
Without thinking, Blacklin ran over to her.
“Moonlight what are you doing here?” He asked. “And what happened to you?”