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// Chercher 
// Story: Quete 
// by Comrade Bagel Muffin 
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Escutcheon waited at the door as Plum Cider got her foals blanket. The breeze blew through the plum orchard blowing the delicious smell into the town. At the tree line a blue stallion sat watching him making sure that he didn't disappear. After a couple of minutes the stallion got up, and walked over to him. "My wife should have gotten the blanket by now somethings wrong come on." He opened the door, and motioned Escutcheon and Turkeylegs in. When the two had gone in the stallion followed them. "Plum, where are you?" stood quietly the three of them heard a muted sobbing on the floor above them.
"Is she okay?" Escutcheon looked up to the ceiling.
"She's about as okay as every other pony in this town," he answered. "Our daughter's room is right above us. Come on. I don't think she'll be bring the blanket down here." He motioned with his head for them to come with him. Plum Cider stood sobbing at the door to her daughter's bedroom.The two of the go to her side and look into the room a golden furred dog lay next to a blanket looking at it with sad dark eyes.
"Plum Bud," she sobbed. Her husband took pulled her into a comforting hug. 
"That's the blanket." Bud nods at it.
"Okay." He walk up to the bed and takes it from the dog. It doesn't try and stop him it just whines. He felt terrible taking the blanket from the bed. "It's okay, I'll bring this back. With your filly wrapping it around her shoulders. I promise." Plum Cider and Plum Bud both nod as the colt trots takes the blanket he focuses his magic on the blanket. It was just like when he played Hide n Seek with Mother. The blanket started glowing in his golden aura. He fell to his knees panting. The two adults coming immediately to his side to help him to his hoofs. "It's fine making a long standing spell is really hard to do." He trots up to Turkeylegs and remounts the bird. The blanket float to his side.
"So how does it work?"
"Think of a compass. It floats in the direction your daughter is." Escutcheon petted Turkeylegs' side the bird headed down the stairs and out the house. "She's that way Turkeylegs and I'd bet my last bit that all the other missing colts and fillies are too. Come on." The giant bird half ran in to the plum orchard heading away from the small town, and out into the wilderness.