A gesture of good faith

I know you guys have been awfully patient whilst waiting for the next update of 'No Light'. I assure you, I'm working on it when I can, but nursing school is eating up any free time I have. Until I manage to actually resume work once more, though, here's a snippet from the upcoming chapter that I managed to type up the other day.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"How do I look?"

Noctis sighed and rolled her eyes, unamused by Ferous' actions. "You're more worried about how you look rather than how well it fits? How well it functions?"

"Hey, cut me some slack — "looking good" is basically all we did up top."

She could hardly argue with that, and admitted defeat with another sigh. "Fine, fine."

Content with having won a personal victory, Ferous decided to look over things once more in the provided mirror — an armory seemed like an odd place to have one, and yet, it still made some sense. His golden Royal Guard armor had been replaced by a much darker purple set, closely mimicking that of the Night Guard's. It wasn't entirely identical, of course, as there were numerous cosmetic and functional differences that certainly differentiated it from what it had been based upon. Adorning the purple armor was a single golden stripe along the bottom edge, apparently meant to represent those who had initially come from the Royal Guard. The armor seemed a bit heavier than what somepony in the Royal or Night Guard might wear, but it made up for it with increased protection.

Wing blades had been provided and strapped to Ferous' wings, though he currently found them equal parts itchy and cumbersome. Of course, he had already been assured by Noctis that he would get used to them "in due time". Spiked horseshoes had also been given, and it was quite obvious that these were for function rather than form, given that they had been handled with a rather long set of tongs. Evidently, some members would elect to have a mace tied to their tail, though most chose to forgo it for a variety of reasons, some of which were more obvious than others. The pegasus groaned and gave his wings several quick flexes, grimacing as he did. "Agh."

"Still itchy?"

He sighed and nodded. "Very."

"You'll live." Noctis grinned and gave his flank a quick kick, as if she were testing the armor — her hooves easily rebounded off the plating, as if to prove her right. "Or you should, at least. 'tis what we tell the new recruits."

"...not helping, Noctis."

A smirk. "I know."