“Hey! Over ‘ere!” Silverstream heard a voice say as she walked upon a mountain path.
She was going on a walk with Gallus, but had gotten sidetracked due to a cool rock she saw.
She looked at the origin of the voice, and saw it to be a griffin. He had grey/black fur and wings with gray tips, but unlike many other griffons his head lacked plumage. It had fur, but it was all flat.
“Me?” Silverstream pointed a claw at herself.
“Yes! Youuu!” The Griffin responded, his grin
growing greasier by the minute.
Silverstream trotted over.
“Hey, I'm Silverstream! What's your name?”
“The names Patches! Er…lucky Patches! You go to that school of friendship eh?”
“Yep! It's so awesome! I have loads of friends, and we all the classes are so fun and unique and I'm learning so much and-” Patches interrupted the hippogriffs rambling.
“Well, although I do think that you friendship preachers are a bit sodden, how'd ya like to practice some of that “generosity” and “kindness” eh?”
“Of course! Whaddya need Lucky Patches?” Silverstream inquired.
“Well, there's some treasure down here! But, don't cha know it I can't carry it all out myself. Hey! Why don't you help me? We can split it! 75-25! Me being the 75 of course.”
“Sure!” Silverstream approached the edge…only to be yanked back by Gallus.
“No! Silverstream! Don't trust him! If he tells you that the sky is up, he's lying somehow!” Gallus stammered out, fearing that his friend would fall to Patches tricks.
“...Oh! Gallus! Lovely to see you again mate!” Patches spoke out, nervously.
“Ugh, it's you? Wait, were you trying to do the hole scam again!?”
“...You wound me sir. Honestly and truly, you wound me.”
“Gallus, why are you wounding him?” Silverstream asked her blue companion as he sighed.
“Silverstream, meet Patches the scoundrel. The Griff who was trying to kick you into that hole to steal from you. I should know, I helped him with it! Then, he kicked me down the hole!”
“Now now Gallus, I didn't mean to shove ya down! I-I was patting ya on the back! But then those Leery boys came by so I had to run!”
“Wow. You poor soul-” Silverstreams pity was interrupted by Gallus handing her a cool stick. It looked like a sword.
“Play with this.” Silverstream was captivated immediately.
“Now back to you! You were really gonna kick her down!? How about I-” But Patches had already went back to his true form, hiding under his shield like a turtle.
“Wait! Wait! I yield, I yield! H-How about I give you some treasures eh? Even us out?” Patches dug in his pack, and pulled out a bronze mask of a strange man which he handed to Silverstream. He also took out a clock which he handed to Gallus.
“Uhh thanks. I needed a clock, mine got-wait. This is my clock. You stole my clock!” But Patches was already running away by the time Gallus had made out what had happened.