One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 69

Crag was a warrior, riding his stingtail into battle in the morning light. Every few seconds, he tossed a stone at some imaginary foe or warned his sister of an ambush by the malicious trees… until he caught sight of somepony.

A vaguely familiar yellow pegaus was walking through the woods. Glancing in their direction, the shy mare… smiled?

Unlike his tribe, she was happy to see Obsidian. Walking over and greeting them, Crag was shocked to discover that Obsidian could apparently understand her. At least, she understood more than him.

Flu-ter-shy.

E-ver-free.

Man-ti-core.

Her words sounded like nonsense, really.