One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 34

Granite was starting to wish that the rescue attempt had failed.

“…and they had these weird pokey things that took out my blood… ooh, and their windows had some cold, transparent stuff in them…”

Some of Thunderstruck’s observations, such as not speaking the same language, had some tactical value. Most of it, however, was a sad reminder that they had been gone for far too long.

“Oh, and did I mention their awesome spears?”

Granite inwardly cringed, imagining what forms of weaponry they had missed.

“No, tell me about the spears.”

To think that the day had only just started.