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>>152919The green mare readjusts her coif.
>>152920Silver tilts his head at the nun.
>>152921"I prefer not to be touched."
>>152922"Ah. My apologies."
He bows slightly to the nuns.
"Anyways, do either of you know where Sister Marery typically resides?"
>>152923The grey one answers,
"Today, she'll probably be out in the garden."
>>152924Silver looks to see what the performers are currently doing.
>>152926They are reciting lines, first repeating them by rote to memorize them, then trying to intone them correctly. The two mares sometimes speak to give directions.
>>152927Silver smiles, and says out loud, "Good luck with play, White Orchid!"
>>152928White Orchid looks over, and waves a hoof to Silver. He starts to walk towards Silver, and opens his mouth, but stops himself.
>>152929Silver, however, does not, and asks, "What is it?"
>>152796Ooh colt, Iron thinks to himself with a slight tinge of nervousness,
she might need more than just a luxury day at this rate.He soon turns to Cauldron with a neutral look. "Which way is fastest to get to our destination?" he soon inquires, just to know for sure before committing to the hill climb again.
>>152930White Orchid speaks out, interrupting a recitation by the filly:
"When will you be back?"
>>152931>Which way is fastest to get to our destination?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jh09uIN6tl0White Sands stands up, walks over to her right, and hops down a series of hoofholds in the side of partly rocky, partly muddy, and partly grass covered 15 foot drop on the hillside. She descends rapidly, at one point jumping early because the dirt slips out from under her. She arrives at the bottom, walks towards Iron, and then passes him, whipping her now frazzled and muddy long, desire-red tail at Iron. She walks behind him towards the entrance of the ruins, asking,
"Where'd you put them?" Without looking back
Black Cauldron seems a bit taken off guard by Sand's actions, but after a delay answers Iron's question
"Fastest? Uh, probably cutting across the mountainside. This river will lead right to it though."
>>152932Iron was similarly surprised at being hit by tail hairs on his face, scrunching his snout ever so slightly. "In the building, inside one of the smaller rooms," he quickly replies.
Having said that, he soon faces Cauldron with a somewhat pensive look. Sands really seems to be gunning for going down river rather than the mountain side. Has she seen a big roadblock ahead or something?
"...it may be better to go along the river," he muses neutrally once again before tentatively following the unicorn along.
>>152933White Sands, however, isn’t going to the river. She’s going the opposite direction of the final prize. She goes right through the open door frame of the brick wall, and into the skeleton of the ruined grinding mill.
>>152934Iron figures Sands is most likely going to finish them off or pickpocket them, he soon decides not to follow her and promptly turns towards the river instead, hoping the unicorn's assessment of that route is more worthwhile than his idea of the mountain pass. "No time to waste," he said out loud as he cautiously trotted towards what he hopes is their objective.
>>152932Silver smiles before he gives his answer
"I am not leaving yet, I just need to ask Sister Marery question and check on Mala. I will give you proper goodbye before I leave."
>>152935[1d5 = 5]Meanwhile, Black Cauldron has unfolded the map and is sitting down evidently attempting to read it, and White Sands has left line of sight.
>>152936“Okay!”
He waves
>>152937He waves back, leaves his seat, and navigates his way to the orphanage's garden.
>>152937Seeing Cauldron sit down and unfold the map to re-check it makes Iron's trot stop to look back at the zebra mare with a raised eyebrow. "Something wrong?" he asks.
>>152939She moves the map around
"Just... making sure of where we are going."
White Sands is still gone. The path by the river has dead plants, dead trees, mud, dirt, and logs, but is clearer than the river path further up stream.
>>152940Iron walks back towards Cauldron with a small raise of his eyebrow, unsure how long she needs to properly reroute herself. "Can I help in any way?" he offers in an attempt to speed things along.
>>152938Silver leaves through the walkway, then out of the back of the room, and likely has a difficult time - at first - finding the garden. Going outside he sees a big vegetable garden, but this is not the garden. He likely also sees more than one mare, but upon asking, they are not Sister Marery. Eventually, he is directed to a rose garden, where he sees a nun he can be relatively certain is Sister Marery.
>>152941"Be patient. And stop trying to split us up. We came here in a group for a reason. It's dangerous to be alone, and small distracted mares are very easy prey. Now, I
think we are here, and I
think we are supposed to be here. That's by a big bridge and a larger roadway, and an abandoned mill... Now, we can get there going over land by this way, or we can follow the river... this way. But once we get it, it's not going to be easy to get out."
She points at various places on the map, and does not look up.
>>152942"So there is no routes that would allow us to leave with the stuff?" Iron asks with a small tilt of his head.
>>152943She looks up at him to answer
"Oh there are routes. If it could be brought in, it can be brought out again. The question is how."
>>152944Iron pouts slightly, already feeling it's going to be more of a spur of the moment route taking, before exhaling lightly. "Do you think you will be alright out here?" he asks soon after. "I want to see if Sands has finished her business in there."
>>152945She looks up at him.
“Yeah, I’ll be alright I think. Just… don’t take too long, okay? And don’t go too far.” She answers
>>152946Iron simply nods at Cauldron's request before finally entering the presumed abandoned mill where he hid the bodies from the two canines in order to see if Sands was still with them.
>>152947Entering in, Iron sees nothing besides the decrepit circle of rust that was once, presumably, a machine, and debris on the floor. Iron turns the corner to see White Sands standing up, turned towards him, by the two Diamond Dogs. She looks startled, though she must have heard him enter the room.
>>152948Iron simply stands there, eyebrow raised at her sudden startled behavior before peering over at the state of the two big dogs just in case they have somehow woken up from their forced slumber.
>>152949One of them looks dazed, but is still disabled on the ground. The other one is definitely not conscious. White Sands simply wordlessly moves around Iron, probably rubbing against him in the process.
>>152950Glancing in mild puzzlement at Sands' retreating, Iron opts to instead walk over to the dazed diamond dog in question while idly scratching the side of his head with a spare hoof, curious to see what's up.
>>152951The Diamond Dog is breathing, laying on his back, and his eyes are partly open. It isn’t clear if he is at all conscious or aware, but he’s certainly not awake.
>>152952With his curiosity growing, Iron promptly pokes the dazed dog in his snout to see just how cognizant he is of his current situation.
>>152953“Ehhh…” The Diamond Dog makes a soft, vocalized sound, but he does not move. Not even his eyes move.
>>152954The stallion pokes him again, getting just a mite worried over his current status and what this could mean. What happened in here with Sands?
>>152955“You really did a number on him” Sands breaks the silence. “It must have been you, surely. I don’t believe the zebra could do that.” She looks down at the Diamond dogs with a smile. “Not one, but two. And with bare hooves.”
>>152956Iron's ears perk up at Sands' voice, causing him to promptly look back up to face her proper with a puzzled look on his face coupled with a small, proud smile. "It is what I am supposed to do best," he replies with a nod.
>>152957“And indeed you do.” She answers. “I saw how you were with that cat-thing. You kicked it right in the face.”
>>152958Iron nods again, smile losing some of its luster. "I am sure you two could have used some warning," he tentatively admits, not too proud over that.
>>152959“No.” She says, looking past him, and her smile likewise fading.
“I could see it.” She starts to move around the corner wall, back into the main room, to the hallway and out the door frame to the outside.
>>152960The native exhaled softly through his nostrils in turn, taking one last glance at the dazed dog before slowly starting to walk back out where Cauldron was with that pressing question on his mind: What happened in there?
>>152961Black Cauldron is sitting down in the same spot as before. She watches the two come out.
“What were you doing in there?” She asks, seemingly in curiosity.
“Just admiring your stallion’s hoof work. You’re so lucky, really, that he’s here to rescue you from these sticky situations.”
Black Cauldron doesn’t seem to know what to think about these words, as White Sands walks forward. Cauldron begins folding the map.
>>152962Iron's ear swivels at Sands' words, somehow feeling a little guilty over them as if it was solely his fault alone that she sounds so humble and supportive after barking at them to hurry this along a minute ago.
Regardless, they all came here for a reason, and seeing everypony is seemingly ready to continue, Iron quickly sets course for the river, as Sands had indirectly suggested.
>>152963White Sands moves ahead quickly, assuming the lead. Black Cauldron is the slowest, coming in behind Iron. She remarks, almost as if to herself.
“You didn’t have to kill the cat.”
>>152964Iron swivels his ear once again at Cauldron's comment, but he'd rather not argue about it until they were at least back on a safe place. Poor creature was suffering insurmountable amounts of diseases and wounds and he couldn't just let it bleed out. If only he had the magical stuff the shamans had back at the tribe...
>>152965“Could have kept it, and sold it.” Black Cauldron remarks further.
Iron may have no interest in arguing, but White Sands is in a rather argumentative mood. She replies,
>”Who would want to buy it?”“People buy animals like those.”
>”Why would you want one? It’s a dangerous wild animal. Unless you’re buying one to kill your neighbor’s pet rats, I don’t see the point.”“Rich creatures who like to show off, and animal lovers.”
>”Those poor rich creatures, I’m sorry they lost a pet that could terrorize the groundskeeper.”“These aren’t that dangerous. That one probably only attacked because it was very hungry.”
>”It tried to eat your coltfriend.”“Only under very bad circumstances. It’s just doing what it can to survive.”
>”And so am I by shooting it. I’m rather happy it failed to survive.”“We could have kept it and sold it.”
>”How? Would you want to carry it? Share a rail car with it? Where would you put it? In your apartment?”“I just would rather not have seen it’s skull crack.”
>”Nor would I have wanted to have seen or done so many of the things I’ve seen and done, yet here I am.”“Well, …” Black Cauldron does not complete the sentence, nor does she respond.
>>152966"It was going to die either way," Iron finally interjected, wanting to snuff out the argument once and for all in order for them to focus. "Unless you had the things to actually save it, there was no chance for it to survive."
>>152967“Maybe.” Black Cauldron cautiously adds. “I don’t know.”
>>152968Iron exhales softly before finally turning his head towards Cauldron with a softer look. "If you want to capture and sell sickly animals," he continues "then you got to be sure about your capacity to heal them enough to at least stave off death. Now let us focus back on what we came here for."
>>152969Black Cauldron scrunches and bares teeth, but otherwise shuts up. The trio continue across mud and rocky ground, past old dead trees, and occasionally newer logs that line the riverside, and require carefully moving over them.