One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 66

Golden Writ sighed, facing the tall purple… unicorn? Judging by her wings, she had halted a Featherhead infection like Elder Nightshade… unless another strain had grown a horn on a Pegasus.

“We need black fluid,” Golden Writ repeated, “Drink. Stop sickness.”

Golden Writ had been on edge since watching healers extract blood from an injured hunter. Their blood was darkening… quickly. Thankfully, there had been no visible symptoms. Yet.

Once again, the unicorn offered her vial of ink.

Golden Writ groaned, watching Tapper silently laugh in the distance.

“As if you could do better,” Writ muttered.

Back to work…