>>370479*"Give me a breeaaaaak already, trying to prepare for the worst that never could've hoped to cross my mind. Least I can do is make an awful joke or two. But I am serious, the Tylisvine Conclave trades nearly everything used like those bio.. metal things some humans talk about replacing their hands with."*
>Reassurance wasn't her best trait, or joking. But she tried.>Easing away from the older earth stallion, Amerose glances from the pot to you, then back to Stream Lark, eyebrows raising briefly.>Muzzle quirking, the jet black stallion's head lowers fractionally in a short, respectful motion, to which the Lorekeeper swivels around in a smooth motion, sliding off the chair and onto hooves with ringing clops.>Whistling in a low, down-up peal at the Imperial Knights, they respond by performing the same, with varying levels of ability, all converging towards the northern wall, also a crystal-space illusion, though Amerose turns a hesitant face towards you."I am not sure how to state this, but the prisoner's name is not 'Pear Blossom'. Equestrian records are equally thorough to the Crystal Empire's, however those Equestrian lineages descended from the original mare's name of Pear are majority earth pony.
There are three known descendant families, the first one an earth mare named Rainspeckle Pear, stallion Brightleaf Pear, and their colt, Rainleaf Pear. Three more Pear-named herds are in Western or Southern Equestria and Neighvada.
Less than five unicorn lineages did exist with a forename, first-word, first-meaning, or other similar context, only two of which succeeds to this day. Shalefrost Pear and her filly Heartwind Pear life somewhere in the Lowland Empire regions close to Northern Equestria.
There is another family in Caneighdia but they are Dynasty Remnant descended. We have no information on them."
>Biting her lower lip in brief thought, Amerose's head shakes as she didn't have more to add, then gives, a short, respectful nod.. and switches to an instant loping canter straight south.*"Ooooh, good, she's mad. I knew this was GOUF-"*
>Cut off by Amerose swiftly bending into a crouched position, then lunging out of sight and crashing into Naliyna's heavy armor, shrieking in a profound unmarely tone."WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT USING MY DIPSHIT COUSIN'S HERD NAME YOU GIANT TEATED MONSTER OF A MARE IN NAME ONLY-"
>Squinting at the highly unexpected violence, Stream Lark's ears flick in mildly serious amusemarent."Different herd-names? ..Amethyst must be r-"
>Ending the statemarent with a rude snort, the Councilierge faces you, a rare expression of firmly setting tension apparent as he makes an accepting nod."I will state this much in the open. My position allowed hundreds of sworn Crystal Empire, Kingdom, and Imperials, with far more Lunars, Solars, and independents into the ranks of Watch and Tower Guard. I went against the warnings of five Primal Psions, a descendant of the Lunar and Solar Princess, and each Vigilite capable of speaking. Tonight was the last disaster that will be allowed to occur."
>Lark's upper body seizes for a split-second before his composure utterly stills, snout and muzzle contracting in barely held rage while jabbing his right front hoof at your chest."But, first, I am going to get THIS out of the way: two months before all human Operators were to arrive, Stalliongrad delivered over five thousand ponies, weapons and armor to match what New Canterlot could make, Late Dynasty relics they never could, and every oath to serve imaginable.
One hundred were for Equestria, thirty to Stalliongrad, ten to Prance, ten to Germaneigh, ten to Neighsia, ten to Saddle Arabia, ten to the Free Flock Rams, ten to the Minotaur Hegemony, and ten for Argenta.
One, two, or more of you bastards
nuked New Canterlot Palace, killing over a hundred thousand. Ponies, Minotaurs, Gryphons, Eyes, Rams, one from the Elder Dragon Council, and several that would otherwise be enemies. Six weeks of searching and not a single life or scrap was found. Due to that, Stalliongrad changed.. as I am sure you are aware of."
>Leaving coalesced threats of much worse than execution unspoken, Stream Lark's eyes drift above you, then back down."If my daughter hadn't been stuck in Neighvada on an Honor Guard's orders, she'd be dead like them. Worse, Razorback has been hunting her down, as if she were one of those branded criminal whores of Lucky's family. Linara spent weeks on the Citadel begging and pleading for more time, support, and chances. And yet some of you Otherworld bastards kept hunting her, even when she was making constant amarends to Luna herself.
My daughter was granted rights and gifts by the entire Lunar Council that none of you may ever have the right to know of, nor be considered for now, or have you not noticed how coldly some Lunars treat Razorback?"
>Setting his front legs out wide in a gesture of complete openness, the older stallion's eyes narrow into a mix of desperation and hope, though with a searing iota of maliciousness."Most of the ponies in Razorback I can trust instinctively, yet you will show me reasons enough to trust you. Should those be sufficient I will do my upmost in keeping the rest of the Councilierge, Watch Guard, the Stallionguards, marecenaries, and all the rest from destroying Razorback, but out of respect alone know this:
I will
never be able to sway so much as a single Primal Psion, Vigilite, or Tower Guardian now. That damage is forever done, and they do not forgive."