One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 50

The gentle humming woke Nighteyes up.

His body was bumping up and down, clearly draped across another pony’s back… though he couldn’t work up the energy to care.

The humming was familiar, however, a soft and tender voice that resonated deep in his memories. Opening his eyes, Nighteyes’ vision was still fuzzy.

A grey pony, the one carrying him, was hoofing some fabric to a black and white pony, a brown cloak with a few crimson blots. While the recipient sounded distressed or unhappy, the grey one continued on her way.

“Relax” the gray mare whispered, “stupid, reckless child…”