• Published 19th May 2020
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Silent Wings - Nitro Indigo



Silverstream hadn’t always been deaf, but she'd always had a loving family who were willing to support her every step of the way. Gallus had always been deaf, and wasn’t so lucky.

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Chapter 2: Silverstream

Silverstream hadn't always been deaf.

It had all began early one morning, shortly after the hippogriffs had returned to the surface. Silverstream, rambunctious and eager to explore, had ventured into the Harmonising Heights alone - Dad said she was old enough to take care of herself. Being too young to remember the surface, she had been awed by all of the sounds - the whistling of the wind as it rustled the leaves, the chirps of the songbirds that stood in the trees’ branches, the rushing of the stream that wound its way through the hills - and the way they combined to form one continuous song, played by Mother Nature’s orchestra. It was all so beautiful! When she'd come home, she'd had a splitting headache, but that hadn't stopped her from describing what she'd heard in vivid detail.

Dad had told her not to worry about the headache. “You'll be fine in the morning,” was the last thing he'd said.

It only got worse. The next day, the headache had turned into a fever, and so Silverstream had been forced to spend most of the day in her hammock. The day after that, a rash had turned her talons bright red. A few nights later, she had woken up screaming, clutching the sides of her head in pain.

Silverstream's memories of the day that followed were a blur. It turned out she'd caught a disease that only existed on land, which in her particularly unlucky case, had caused her eardrums to burst. The other symptoms would heal after about a week - but she’d never be able to hear again.

So Auntie Novo had recruited a tutor to teach Silverstream the Mt. Aris Sign Language - Arisign for short - which hadn't been used since the Storm King invaded. Not just her, but her entire family as well - even Mom, who preferred to spend most of her time as a seapony, assumed hippogriff form whenever she wanted to talk to Silverstream. There was a version of Arisign for seaponies called Seasign that used both forelimbs and wide, flowing gestures, but learning one sign language was hard enough.


[Please can you pass me the water?] signed Silverstream a few weeks later at the dinner table, after shoving an entire roll of sushi into her mouth. That was the great thing about sign language: you could talk with your mouth full. Terramar passed her a stained-glass jug filled with water. She refilled her cup and gulped her drink in one go, washing down her sushi without choking on it. Seated next to her, Terramar had barely touched his own sushi; he’d cut it into tiny pieces with his talons, and was slowly eating them one at a time. Silverstream knew exactly what was troubling him.

[Go and visit Mom,] she signed.

Terramar looked offended. [But who else will interpret for you?]

Silverstream sighed. Of all of her family members, Terramar had picked up Arisign the quickest; he was the only one she could hold full conversations with so far. She frowned and tapped her claws on the table as she deliberated over what would change his mind.

[I’ll be fine! Dad is learning,] she insisted.

“What are you talking about, son?” asked Sky Beak; Silverstream could beak-read, but only up close, and it always took her a few seconds to process. At the same time, he signed, [What?]

“Nothing important,” Terramar said quickly. [See what I mean?]

[Don’t worry about it! I’ll be fine!] Silverstream frantically waved her talon in his face as she signed this. Terramar looked confused, and Silverstream realised she’d signed too fast, so she repeated herself slower. [You could at least stay at Mom’s for the night. Go on. I’ll see you off!]

Terramar sighed. [I guess...] He absent-mindedly skewered another piece of sushi with a claw and tossed it into his mouth.


One Glad to be a Hippogriff Weekend, while most of the festivities took place at the top of the mountain, Silverstream lay in a secluded corner of the beach and breathed a long, deep, sigh. She could see the orange glow of the setting sun as it touched the ocean's horizon, she could feel its warmth against her downy feathers, and she could smell the refreshing, salty air, but it felt incomplete. Where were the squawks of the seagulls? Where was the gentle splashing of the waves as they licked the shoreline at low tide? Where was the laughter of the fledgelings who ran across the sand without a care in the world?

Terramar fluttered down and landed in front of her. [We’re going to smash a Storm King piñata,] he signed; “we” referred to the other hippogriffs their age. [Want to join us?]

Silverstream shook her head.

Terramar placed a foreleg on her withers. [What's wrong?] he signed with his other talon.

Silverstream looked down at the sand as she deliberated over what to say. [Remind me what it sounds like.]

[You mean the festival?] asked Terramar, and Silverstream nodded. [It's noisy. The soldiers play the trumpets before each event, same as always. There was a screeching competition earlier. I entered, but I hurt my throat.] Silverstream couldn't help but chuckle. Terramar looked unamused. [There was also a band playing the bongoes. Later, everygriff will fall silent to listen to a windsong.]

The last part caught Silverstream’s interest. [When?]

[As soon as twilight falls.]

She looked at the horizon half-heartedly; the purple smudge of twilight had only just begun to appear at the edge of the orange sky. [I’ll come then.]


The following summer - not that the passing of seasons was apparent on the tropical Mt. Aris - a stocky, orange pony arrived via airship. The hippogriffs were wary of her at first and kept their distance, until Auntie Novo herself gave her a warm welcome. Skystar explained to Silverstream that the pony's name was Applejack, and that she was part of the group of ponies who had defated the Storm King. Apparently, they were national heroes, despite a certain... incident.

It turned out that Applejack had returned to Mt. Aris as an ambassador on behalf of Princess Twilight Sparkle. They were building a “School of Friendship” in Equestria in order to educate the world about the values of harmony, and she was looking for a teenage hippogriff to be sent there as a student. Since Skystar was too old, Auntie Novo decided that one of her niblings should go.

A month later, it was time for Terramar to depart, with General Seaspray as his chaperone. They would arrive in the capital of Equestria via airship, then take the train to the town the School of Friendship was in. Silverstream, Dad, Skystar, Auntie Novo, some of their other relatives, and even Mom, had all waved him goodbye at the airdocks early in the morning.
[Going to the School of Friendship isn’t just about learning. It’s also about representing your country,] Dad explained.

[Why me?] Terramar asked. [Why not Silverstream?]

[The most important skill for an ambassador is communication. Silverstream would have a difficult time making herself understood.] Mom’s signs flowed like a gentle current. [In addition, her illness has weakened her immune system. It wouldn’t be safe for her to mix with all sorts of creatures in an unfamiliar environment.]

Silverstream scrunched her face in annoyance at that last part, but she didn’t complain. She didn’t want to discourage Terramar! [Think about it - you’ll be the first hippogriff of our generation to go to Equestria!] she signed, hovering as she gestured widely with her other foreleg.

[It feels like you’re expecting too much from me.] It surprised Silverstream how quickly Terramar signed this. If he were speaking, he would’ve stuttered this out.

[You’ll be fine!] Mom signed and said at the same time, placing her other foreleg over Terramar’s withers. [Everyone will be new there.]

“You're a child of sea and land, and a scion of the Royal house. Go make us proud!” exclaimed dad, so loudly that Silverstream could feel his voice.

[Promise to write back to me!] signed Silverstream. [Tell me EVERYTHING you learn about ponies!] Terramar raised an eyebrow. [Not literally,] she quickly added. [But really, tell me.]

Terramar smiled. [I will.]

Author's Note:

“Niblings” is the gender-neutral term for nieces and newphews.