Argyle felt a sense of connection with this pegasus. As if, she had some kind of role the universe had fated for her. What it was, he knew not. All he knew is that Zephyr Heights was the largest city he had ever seen. The sky seemed to gently rest atop the pristine gold and white towers and buildings, layered with sidewalks and filled with ponies. But Argyle noticed how the other pegasi, despite seeming very friendly, shot him wary glances and fearfully stayed away from him, as though he were wearing a large bubble. He felt uneasy.
All seemed to be going well until the young pegasus at his side began to limp to a group of guards by an alley. Argyle panicked. He knew that something horrible was going to happen. Be it to him or the young pegasus, it would nevertheless happen. Only a place with a monarchy held guards.
Argyle paced his cell. It was unlike anything he had ever seen, complete with a massage chair, a comfortable bed, and golden decor and even a bowl of fruit. Unbeknownst to him, the young pegasus was a royal princess. The queen had sentenced him with treason for hurting her daughter, despite his pleads against such a claim. Argyle wondered how he would even escape such a situation, and if he would ever return to his daughter. He tried to keep his hopes up, but he had been sentenced to life in this cell. If only-
"Psst."
Argyle whipped around to see the white pegasus there with her leg in a cast. "What are you doing here? Your mother-"
"Don't worry about her, she doesn't know I'm here. I want to... thank you... for your help back there."
Argyle smiled. "Of course. It's what friends do, after all, right?"
The pegasus's face struck a face of disgust. "Friends? With an Earth Pony?"
Argyle knew there was little he could do. He reached into his pack (the guards had let him keep it after seeing that there were not harmful materials inside) and pulled out a brown notebook. He hoofed it over to her and said gently, "If you read this, you'll understand everything."
The pegasus tenderly took the notebook and stared at the front. A small star decorated it's cover. She ran a hoof over it. "I recognize that star..."
Argyle felt a sense of trust overwash his system, and he knew she would easily understand the past. The young pegasus began to walk away. "Hey, wait, little one." She turned around.
"What's your name?"
"Zipp."