One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 74

The breath of a stingtail is fetid, malodorous vapor. Even to ponies who valued the scent of burning flesh, the stench made stomachs squirm.

For some reason, however, Granite found it hard to remove himself.

“Could our pegasi do that?” Crag asked, breaking the silence as the showy pegasus above perform another loop overhead.

“Probably,” Granite guessed.

Crag thought for a moment or two, “…what about Obsidian?”

Granite blinked, looking back at the stingtail’s… at his daughter’s small wings.

“Maybe… if she had some training”

At that response, Crag smiled… honestly smiled.

Somehow, the odor didn’t seem so bad.