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// Recognise 
// Story: Book 1 - The Behemoth came to Canterlot 
// by Equimorto 
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"Hey."
"Hey." The stallion seemed, at first, perfectly undisturbed by the sudden appearance of another pony in the room. Once he actually looked at said pony though, he immediately snapped to attention and began to observe him closely, walking towards him. "You look weird. On the inside."
"I do?" The Charioteer looked himself over in the mirror next to him. "Oh goodness, I really do. This is oddly entertaining, for some reason."
The stallion stopped walking, and actually took a step back instead. "Who are you? And what are you here for?"
"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you." The Charioteer looked back towards the stallion. "And I'd tell you if I was, trust me. It wouldn't make a difference anyway."
"That doesn't answer my second question." The stallion was fiddling with something underneath his front hooves.
"Oh, I just have some research to do." A second passed by in silence. "Well, that was insightful. Thank you very much, I'll be taking my leave now."
The stallion stared at him in genuine confusion. "What did you do?"
"Oh, me? Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all," the Charioteer said, with the smug grin of someone who's only technically not lying.
The stallion wasn't having any of it. "You did something there. I... Well, I didn't see it, but I know you... I didn't see it." His eyes went wide. "I don't know what it was!" He began to prance in place like a filly waiting for candy. "Oh this is so exciting! I was getting so bored of just seeing how it all happens. Thank you! I'll figure this one out, just give me some time." He turned and began to head for the back of the room, where he kept his notes.
"My pleasure," the Charioteer replied. "Stella is doing well, by the way."
The stallion paused his prancing for a moment, his enthusiasm suddenly snuffed. "Unfortunate." Then he brightened up again, all his excitement reappearing as quickly as it had gone away. "Is she still looking for me?"
"Always." The Charioteer looked himself over in the mirror a bit more. "She's not the kind of creature who gives up. But she's multitasking, and you've been lower on her priority list than other things. She might pick it back up now, though."
"Noted." The Stallion was scribbling something on one of the many stray pieces of paper and occasionally cloth that made up what he considered his notepad. "Say, could you repair the shop window on the way out? I was going to do that myself, but since you're here."
"Sure thing. Might as well give you something in return for the help you provided." In the blink of an eye, the Charioteer vanished.
"Is there someone else down there?" Wick Clip's voice came asking, as she walked down the stairs.
"Just me," the stallion replied.
"Huh. Weird, I could have sworn I heard someone else," the mare said, looking around the room. "Did this place always have a mirror?"