by Comrade Bagel Muffin

La TempĂȘte

Escutcheon's white face went pale when he saw the spread laid out on the table. On the table was laid out several different types of meats. Gabby had told him once that griffons would eat meat on special occasions. A fact that he Pinkie Pie Promised to never tell Fluttershy, but he was told that there was normally only enough for a couple of bites and that it was only fish. On this table however there wasn't a scrap of fish to be seen. "Uhm, what kind of meat is that exactly?"
"Pony meat." Gilda laughed before her mother slapped her on the back of her head. "Ow, what did I do?"
"We've got mice, rat, goffer, prairie dog, and my favorite of all rabbit." Escutcheon's face managed to get paler. He fought hard to keep the content of his breakfast in his stomach.
"Um do you have any thing a bit more green and not meat?"
"What, but you need to eat meat in order to grow up big and strong." Griffa put some of the rat meat in her mouth, Escutcheon gagged, nearly losing his lunch as the rest of the color in his face vanished.
"Unicorn's are vegetarian aren't they?" Gildan asked.
"Completely yes." The elder's answer caused Gildan and Tilda to chuckle at the obvious.
"What's a vega-terian?" Griffa put grabbed a piece of mouse and tossed it into her mouth.
"It means that he's never test the amazing taste that is delicious, juicy, succulent meat." Gilda grabbed a piece of prairie dog and waved it in front of him before throwing it up in the air and catching it in her mouth. "Ow! What'd I do?"
"Well we don't exactly have a lot of stuff for making salads," Tilda apologized.
"It's illegal to eat meat."
"Not here it isn't." Gilda offered him a piece of goffer. It was then that he found out two things: one, this was in fact the same Gilda from Griffon Stone, and two, prairie grass tasted a lot better going down then it did up. "Ew."
"I'm going to be sick."
"You are sick."
"You shouldn't have been picking on him Gilda, you got what you deserved."
"Shut it Gildan."
"Gilda go take a bath, Gildan show our guest to the second tub. Griffa get a rag, and go eat in the living room. Elder sorry but could you help me get some food for my guest?"
"Of course."


Escutcheon ate his supper in another room from his host. "So tell me which way are you coming from the south, east, or west?" The griffon elder asked him.
"I've been traveling from the east since I got lost." Escutcheon finished chowing down on his small salad. "Why didn't you ask about the north?"
"Because there's no way that you could have come from the north."
"Why not. There's an eternal tempest there. There's no way to get through it only around it. It's caused no short amount of grief to all the surrounding civilizations.
"How can a storm last forever? It would need constant new clouds to continue indefinitely."
"I don't know."
"Do you have any books on it?" The elder razed his eyebrow. "I lived really close to a ton of books I'm a good read. Plus if I can find something out about this storm it will help you griffons, and it's the least I could do. After all that you've done for me."
"Well there's no harm in letting you read some books. I'll bring over the books I have on the subject in the morning, but it's midnight now I, and I need some sleep I think you should get some sleep to."
"Yeah I think you're right." Escutcheon answered. "Thank you, you griffons are great." Escutcheon fell asleep on the couch as soon as he put his head on the armrest.