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Error, system freeze due to too many thought proccesses. She returns the hug lightly, but freezes a bit during. The likely effect is that she doesn't pull back until it starts getting awkward.
"Right, food! Yeah... So, head back to your house?" she nervously rubs a talon along her head to smooth down her feathers.
Golden Afternoon
"Can we just go back to your place? I don't think I'm feeling up to heading into a town right now." She stands and nervously rubs an arm.
"I think I saw some lettuce and tomato in your fridge that was still good. I think I can work with that."
Golden Afternoon
"You're already letting me stay here for free, it's the least I could do. I mean it, I feel like I owe you."
Her stomach growls a little "Though all this sun is really making me want a BLT." She daydreams about it for a bit then snaps her beak shut. "Sorry. I know you keep saying you're alright with meat but it still feels insensitive." This was going to be one long, awkward walk back.
Golden Afternoon
She tries to imagine such a thing and ends up making a funny face, her beak scrunched up and tongue hanging out the side for a moment. "That would sure feel weird I bet."
She looks over to the pegasus "Then again, I'm sure your big fancy operation probably has something like that already in stock."
Golden Afternoon
"Save it for a hot day." She winks. "Best time to cool off is when even the air is too hot to do anything with." She muses, thinking of a few times in the city when the air currents rising between the buildings were too nasty to fly in.
The pair approach the house "You know, maybe we could eat outside? It is still a lovely day."
Golden Afternoon
"Sounds like a plan, how about on the balcony, it's always got a nice breeze." he suggests, stretching a bit, his hand accidentally brushing against hers.
Her hand reflexively brushes back. “I was thinking under some of these trees actually." she looks around the periphery of the property “Like that big willow over there by the stream. I’ve never seen one in real life."
She heads for the house, subconsciously pulling him along to the kitchen.
He follows, partially conscious of, and enjoying holding her warm hand. "Sure, that's a good spot, shady. It'll be like a picnic. Don't think I've ever been on one actually." he says as he follows.
Gale falters a half step when he says that. “Oh yeah, guess it would be. I, um… wouldn’t mind that." It’s a good thing her back is to him at the moment because she has once again gone beet red through her feathers.
She enters the kitchen perhaps a bit hastily and quickly begins getting the fixings for sandwiches while her blush comes down.
Rider follows, suspecting something but deciding not to push. Instead he goes and gets some snacks and some drinks together so they can enjoy there little adventure.
Gale lives up to her species combo, making the sandwiches in a flash. Panting a bit, she breathes, “Okay, sandwiches are done. Got anything to carry them with?"
By now her coloring has gone to normal. Only slightly winded, she looks around at the unfamiliar cupboards, not that her own home had many accouterments either.
"S-so, what do you think? I think it might be a size small..."
Gale and Rider (pt 1)
For Obsidian and EDBCommand (this half paid for by Obsi). Looks like Storm Rider likes Gale’s new swim outfit! <3
A faint blush comes across her face, mostly hidden under her feather. But then her mouth turns up at the corners.
"Of course I'd like to. You always find such neat places to go." She looks a bit to the side a bit, pondering. A worried look crosses her face. "Will, will it be aright that I don't actually have hooves?"
She tries to maintain the expression, but fails and ends up with her face scrunched up in a fit of snickers. It was silly, but the temptation for sillyness was too strong.
After some time Iron opened his eyes, standing and stretching, cracking his back. He felt re-energized, as he often did after his sessions. Looking around a bit a lone figure caught his eye, a tall figure off in the distance. From the looks of it, a unicorn, kneeling, maybe praying at one of the numerous headstones. Something about this figure struck him, so he began to walk.
As he got close the features began to come together, dark coat, a unique horn, this figure reminded him off somepony. As he drew closer it hit him, Obsidian. Roland had mention the Kirin some time ago. A nice fellow, ran a jewelry store. He’d done an expedition some time ago that Roland had been involved in. He moved closer and when he was near enough called out.
“Scuse me mate, don’t mean to interrupt, but you wouldn’t be Obsidian would you?” he asked, careful not to be rude. The kirin looked up, standing and rising to his full height, his slitted eyes and vibrant orange iris revealing his identity to Iron. Obsidian nodded before speaking. “I am Obsidian, and who might you be?” he asked, curious about the uniformed pony.
“Name’s Iron, I believe you know a friend of mine, stallion goes by the name Roland.” Iron explains. “He told me a bit about you and I noticed ya, figured I’d introduce myself.” he adds. Obsidian looks at him a moment before smiling a bit. “Roland, yes, he was very helpful. I believe he mentioned you, your his CO correct?”
Iron chuckles a bit, shaking his head. “Not quite, I was his superior when he still served with the bureau, but he’s a free agent now. I do hope he didn’t say anything to bad about me.” he continues. Obsidian smiles and shakes his head. “No no, nothing bad, though he did mention you drinking him under the table.” he says, smiling more. “It’s a pleasure to meet you either way Iron Hooves.” Obsidian says, offering a hand.
Iron takes it, grasping firmly, delivering a hearty, friendly shake. “Nice to meet you, just call me Iron.” he states. The kirin nods. “Might I ask, to what do I owe the pleasure Iron?” Obsidian asks, curious about the circumstances of their meeting.
Iron sighs. “Visiting family, needed to think, find answers, and they help me clear my mind.” he explains. Obsidian seems to understand and nods. “I know the feeling.” he says, motioning to the headstone, “My grandmother. I visit often, so I never forget her, or the wonderful times we had.” he says, a hint of nostalgia sneaking into his voice. “And then there are my friends, the ones who’ve passed.” he adds, motioning to another area.
Iron nods in understanding. “Know that feeling, ya stop by, pay’em a visit, fill’em in on current events.” he says with a slight chuckle. “Well, it was a pleasure meeting ya Obsidian, if ya ever need anything, the Bureau is here to help. And whaddya say we get together sometime, get a drink. My treat.” Iron suggests, smiling. Obsidian smiles and nods. “It would be my pleasure sir, and I hope you find the answers you seek.” Obsidian muses, shaking Iron’s had once more before Iron trots off.
As Iron walks through the cemetery he thinks about the encounter and smiles. “Guess this day wasn’t all bad after all.” he thinks, smiling as he heads home in higher spirits.
Hey, I spy someone familiar in panel 4 :D
The trip into Westmark continues, with exposition and mostly-random passers-by. Hope I haven’t disappointed too much.