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>>129109Iron can't help but tilt his head even further, mouth pouting slightly as he watched the now pegasus mare.
Does it want me to seek it? he thinks before taking another cautious step.
>>129110The wings open up, part way, staring back at Iron
>>129111Iron blinks softly as the pegasus partly opens her wings before taking a step back instead.
Does it want to play a game? was his thought.
>>129112She shakes her head, and gives an expression of displeasure. Then she starts to simply walk away
>>129113Iron now gets the hint, trotting towards the pegasus, anticipating either a chase or something else.
>>129114When Iron follows her, she turns and looks to him
>>129115Iron, by this point, figures it wants to be close to him, meaning he continues his trot in order to stand as closely to the pegasus as possible.
>>129116She talks
"Oh
now you want to be around me?"
>>129117Iron tilts his head. "If you are really the pony you are disguising as, then you would know why I am hesitant," he informs the pegasus "if you are not, then why would you stick around and risk getting overpowered by somepony stronger than you?"
>>129118"You have a point" She says, closing her eyes and rolling her head to the side. Then she spreads her wings, and takes flight
>>129119Iron pouts softly. "H-hey, I did not say you had to take off," he hurriedly adds in an attempt to keep it around.
>>129120The wings collapse, ad she falls down to the ground, turning her head around
"Then what?"
>>129121Iron twiddles with the tips of his hooves, resting his body on his rump and hindlegs. "W-well, I do wish to know what it is like to... you know," he sheepishly suggests "be a changeling."
>>129122She blinks and opens her mouth
"They don't want you to know they are Changelings. Think about that. It will tell you a lot. But why do you come to me for this?"
She spreads her wings again, and jumps into the air
>>129123"W-wait!" Iron pleads "H-how would I ever find one like you? They would never simply reveal themselves to me without some sort of method to let them know they can without being threatened."
>>129124"You can start by being more respectful, nicer, and less threatening."
She says almost derisively as she flies away
>>129125Iron pouts, shaking his head and letting go of the changeling. "Like that would magically make me the equivalent of sweet fruit for flies," he mutters to himself disappointedly before waving the bug as she goes.
>>129126"Feed on love" he thinks he hears her say, as she flies away
>>129127Iron's mind stops at the words he thought he had heard.
'Feed on love', huh? he thinks to himself. Does that mean... that vial.
He scratched his head in confusion but inhales deeply, knowing this may as well be the end.
>>129128Clouds drift in over the horizon as the stars fade, one by one
>>129129In response, Iron closes his eyes, waiting for whatever will come for him.
>>129130Iron opens his eyes to see the hotel room he went to sleep in. There is one lamp on, no other lights, and it's dark outside
>>129131"Huh?" Iron lets out, blinking softly as the scenery changed before him.
>>129132A mostly dark room save for the lamp. Iron is alone in the bed
>>129133Iron sighs softly, rubbing one of his tired eyes.
(I should look for Sands,) he thinks to himself (see if she would want to go to a bar now that it is the appropriate hour.)
>>129134It's definitely night, and she isn't in the room
>>129135"Sands?" Iron tentatively asks out loud. "Are you in here?"
>>129137Iron sighs, having no idea where she could be. He groggily gets off from the bed and checks his bit pouch in case she took some money.
>>129138It does indeed look as if some bits are missing
>>129139"I guess it is time to go exploring," Iron utters out loud, stretching softly "maybe she will spot me and beckon me over."
With that, the native basically drags her semi-limp body towards the exit door, opening it.
[1d4 = 2]>>129140The hallway is somewhat lit, actually more so than the room. It is empty
>>129141"Where do I go from here..." Iron ponders aloud as he jaggedly walks out the room, closing the door behind him. "...probably a bar, but which one..."
Having said that, the native trudges on in a hazy mood.
>>129143[1d20 = 16]<I think that's how dice works.
>>129144Iron manages his way down the several levels, to the lobby. As he moves to the door, he sees her. She stumbles over towards him
"Iron?" she says
>>129145"Yes, that is me," Iron replies in a mix between amusement and tiredness. "How is your day going?"
>>129146"Oh I went out to the club and had no luck" she says, slurring her words
>>129147Iron tilts his head, scratching his foreleg with his other hoof. "You... went to the club?" he asks, confused and tired "What is that?"
>>129148"Oh yeah. They play music and dance to it. Sell alcohol. Mostly they have that damn jazz music, but it is what they play so whatever"
She is unambiguously intoxicated
>>129149Iron had to wonder what sort of thing would be there for starters, potentially linking it back to Cauldron's boombox but louder as he slowly blinks.
"What made your trip have no luck going to the club?" he proceeds to ask.
>>129150"Oh, I mean there was" She stops, and her eyes open, and stare right at Iron
"It wasn't a good night"
>>129151Iron's ears droop, pouting softly. "What happened?" he asks once again, concerned tone quite apparent.
>>129152"Oh, just... no groove, you know"
>>129153Iron tilts his head once again. "You seem to have drunk a lot of alcohol," he comments aloud to Sands "yet you did not find the groove?" The stallion promptly nuzzles the mare's neck lazily, "I am sorry I did not come along to help you out," he adds, guilt apparent on his tone "I keep feeling extremely tired and I have no idea why."
>>129154She raises a hoof, and slowly lowers it
"Oh, it happens like that. You don't always get the groove. It's luck as much as skill"
>>129155Iron sighs softly, shaking his head. "Do you not have another idea on how to make up for the bad groove?" he asks worriedly.
>>129156Her face forms a grumpier expression, and she breaks ey contact to look away
"I'll get it next time"
>>129157"I do not think they will play anything other than jazz anytime soon, Sands," Iron comments dejectedly, ears folding "but maybe there is something else we can do to cheer you up."
>>129158"That's what I'm here doing. Drinking" She says
"You can meet a lot of interesting ponies in hotels. Or ponies who think they are interesting."
She looks back to him
"What? You got something? She asks