#cloudhoppinggriffon

@cloudhoppinggriffon

Well, two days was up. Everything was ready... except, perhaps, Celestia herself. In one of the more secluded sitting rooms in Canterlot’s palace, everything had been cleared away for Gordon’s rites. An altar had been brought in from one of the chapels in the city, as best as anyone she had could tell it was unaligned. Incense burners had been brought in from Celestia’s own secret rooms, hidden deep below the castle. The room had been specially enchanted as well to make it soundproof, a requirement to speak of the things she hoped to hear new information on.

Everything was perfect. So why couldn’t she stop pacing? She could learn nothing from this encounter and it would be fine, but it was less the knowledge or lack of that bothered her, and more the mouth it would be coming from.

Long had she wondered just what the gods of old had thought of her, particularly ones that were supposedly governing the sun; but today she was to speak to one of them directly. Would he be angry at her perceived taking of his place, or dismissive of what everyone called the sun these days? It could go many, many ways, and Celestia simply had no way of telling which it would go.

"Oh you saw my poster? I found a ruin that I was looking to explore but I wanted to make a thing of it. Bring a friend or two you know?"

| ♔ }  ❝It’s, uh... complicated, I suppose.  Dark magic is a strange force, something that dabbles in things not well... natural.  Hence its name: Dark magic.  Necromancy, mind control, anything deemed, well, not morally correct often falls under the category.❞

He paused for a moment, tapping his chin softly.

          Vinyl gleefully shook her head, cartwheeling over to her setup and swinging one of the new vinyl records onto the player. Loud dubstep started to play from the speakers, with a certain familiar voice accompanying it - she’d gotten Tavi to do the lyrics, and Vinyl personally loved the track. But it was one that hadn’t been publicly released yet, and the engraving in the top of the vinyl record made that clear.

         Looking to Gordon, she lowered her shades to look at him over them, giving him a broad grin. Her horn lit up, and, in rather slack writing, words appeared in the air:

“But it’s essentially the equivalent of military training. You shouldn’t have to run these children through metaphorical boot camp for them to learn from you all.” Gordon countered, obviously taking his place at the purple mare’s side; finding his gaze where hers would be going down. Those six students had grown famous for their exploits, just the original six had many years ago; before the griffon had found his way into this country.“I know things have been..tense for you lately, but gods above.”

             °☆.。 the  alicorn  was  quiet  for  a  long  moment.  she  of  course  knew  that  gordon  was  RIGHT.  his  words  echoed  her  own  reservations.  after  all  ,  these  children  were  just  that:  CHILDREN.  all  of  them  were  still  so  pure  ,  and  good.  they  still  retained  LIGHT  inside  of  them.  °☆.。

“Hmm..” Gordon cocked his head to the side. “I’m not too big on royal balls up in Canterlot, but something tells me this sounds like a thing someone made up, just to bait you into something less than savory.”

Was it instinct that told him this? Or the history that whenever Silver and Heart hung out, often it not, it involved something bad happening.

Gordon was always one for keen insight and a clever wit for the world around him; if perception was a skill then he was always rolling twenties.

“It’s... a known event. It’s happened, more than once. With that in mind... it’s probably going to be better if I do attend. At the very least... I’ll attend prepared.” It went without saying that Heart was going to ‘re-borrow’ the Armour of the Crystal Champion and the Power of Love sword as his ‘formal’ outfit.

He was naive, and a sucker for love; he was by no means an idiot. 

“Couldn’t it be that it’s a mere innocent walk that happenstance been the same location of your home?”