Will flew up higher and higher, till Canterlot was but a tiny speck on the mountain. Though the wind was cold this high up, He/She (Will was never quite sure of the gender this form had) could feel the sun warm his already fiery back. He loved to fly, it made him feel truly alive. With a deep breath, he started to dive. His heart began to race faster and faster, he pulled his wings closer to his body, and began to go into complete free fall. THIS is what he lived for, what he enjoyed about this form. The fact he could fly.
He expanded his wings, and slowly pulled out of the dive. The G-forces tugged at his sleek body, a blazing red streak trailing behind him. He finally leveled out, and headed towards his room in Canterlot Castle, high up in one of the towers. The entertaining thing about where he lived was that there were no stairs leading up the tower. The only entrance being a small balcony, which means the only way to get in is if you could fly. But this was not what Will was thinking at this point in time. He was thinking about the work ahead of him.
As he landed on the balcony, there was a orange flash, and he returned to human form. He strode into the room, and glanced at his desk. Just as he expected, there were six scrolls laying in a stack on the desk. He picked up two, glancing at who they were addressed to. One was to be given to a Mr. Ironclaw, which Will knew to be the griffon diplomat to Equestria, the other being addressed to the head administrator of Canterlot Archive. Will stuffed both scrolls in his overcoat's pockets and stepped back over to the balcony. With an orange flash, Philomena soared away.
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Gruff Ironclaw was in a particularly good mood, he was never known to be a very happy being, even for a griffon, but today he was quite joyous. He had purposed a lower tariff on the trade of goods between The Griffon kingdom and Equestria, and Princess Celestia seemed to support the idea. It made sense really, both countries would profit from a raise in exports and imports. She had said she needed to talk it over with her advisors. Ironclaw was simply sitting in his office awaiting her response.
Suddenly a crimson and orange phoenix flew though the open window. It perched on top of an empty chair, and looked at the griffon.
"Oh, hello Philomena, you must be here to deliver the Princess's response to my idea." The Phoenix nodded slightly, and ducked its head under one wing, and pulled out the scroll that Ironclaw was to receive. She placed the scroll in the griffon's claw and flew of to the window sill.
"YES! YES! She said yes!" Ironclaw shouted.
Guess he's happy about what ever Celestia told him. Will thought to himself, rolling his eyes.
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Note Book was up to her eyeballs in paperwork, though that's to be expected, running the Canterlot Archive and such. Still, she was backed up a bit more that normal. She let out a big sigh, it was going to take her all day to file all of it.
Then she noticed a phoenix darting in between bookshelves, and grew quite pale. She was always afraid that bird would set something on fire.
Who let that accursed bird in here anyway? She thought to herself. "Well hello there sweetie." She said in a sickly sweet voice.
That said "Accursed bird" landed on the edge of her desk. Will knew that Note Book didn't like him, and he didn't like her right back. He ducked his head under his wing, pulled out the scroll, and spat it out on her desk and took off.
If she doesn't like Phoenixes, well that's her problem. Will thought to himself. Two scrolls down, four to go...
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Two hours later Will finally finished his duties. He landed on the balcony and with a flash, morphed back to human form, and flopped on the small couch in his room.
I'll just take a quick nap, then I have to pack for tomorrow.
Soon he slipped into unconsciousness, and he dreamed a wonderful dream. A dream where he was back at his house on the beach, with his family. The family he was ripped away from oh so long ago. He missed them so much. He liked his new life a lot, but he would trade it all away in a heartbeat for his old life. It was....simpler, less complicated and worrisome, and he still had his family.
Will awoke at the sound of ringing, and pulled out his pocket watch. Three hours? I was asleep for three HOURS? Sheesh, I wasn't that tired was I? Uhhhgggg! I gotta pack! He ran to his small closet and grabbed a few pairs of clothing. Then pulled his suitcase out from under his desk. Clothing, check. hmmm what else will I need? Oh, duh. The Bits that Celestia gave me for the trip, check. Pocket watch, check. Sunglasses, check. Ha, this is going to be one heck of a vacation. Will briefly wondered who was going to deliver the Princess's letters and run her personal errands while he was gone, but thought better of it. No need worrying about my job while I'm on vacation. He reasoned.
This is going to be my chance to rest, relax, and heck maybe make a few friends too, and I am going to enjoy every minute of it. Suddenly Will perked up, Oh, Celestia needs me. Hmm, wonder what she could need me for this time. He walked over to the balcony, got a running start, and leapt off. There was an orange flash and Will morphed in mid-air. He did always enjoy doing things with a little drama, even if no one was actually watching. If you don't do something with style, why do it at all? That's the way Will liked to do things, with a little flair, because why not?