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>>159631To Sorrel
"Yea its a very interesting species, the Griffin."
To Tricky
"Heh seems like you two are out of alcohol"
To Mr Glass.
"Another round over here."
>>159632She turns, and looks to him with a smile.
“We should do that. When things calm down.”
>>159633Sorrel:
“I can’t say I’ve really gotten to know a Griffin before.”
Both mares light up, as they happily await more alcohol.
Glass pours the drinks, and they drink them.
>>159634"They are Definitely.....Interesting."
He sips on his whiskey
>>159635"What's interesting to you?" Sorrel asks, taking another drink.
>>159634With a smile, he replies "When things calm down."
Alright, now the two can part on a good note. He waves goodbye at his friend before slipping it into first, and with his share of the loot (which, if I'm counting right and the others agree, is 353 Bits, ammunition for his shotgun and revolver, ~4 gold coins, the telescope, and maybe the potions) goes to fulfill the other things on his list: namely to get groceries, candy for the colts, make preparations for his date, and maybe see if there's a store that sells items to help Clip achieve sexual relief.
>>159636"Well, I'm in college for political science. but Equestrian History is also Very Intriguing. "
>>159638"You're in college?!"
"Where?"
Both mares are surprised, and Sorrel grabs onto his right foreleg, leaning over with wide eyes and a mouth open in a smile
>>159637The bits should be more. Much more. About 830. The rest is most accurate.
Silver is in a position where he is either going to have to significantly postpone, cancel, or blow off his date, as he has very little time for much else.
>>159639He was not expecting this response
He Chuckles slightly
"Well, I go to Jim haykins university, I actually just started."
>>159639Well, it would have been without the 500 payed to fix his injuries, but Silver wouldn't argue against more Bits.
Hmm...if he cut it down to just making date preparations, getting candy, and some alcohol, would he have time?
>>159640"Oh..."
"That's the nice one in town."
"What's it like?" She asks
"You must be smart."
And now she's definitely hanging on him. Just Sorrel though.
>>159641Depending on the definition of "date preparations," yes.
>>159642"Yea it is very nice. Well it's Amazing if I'm being honest."
"I Like to think i'm pretty smart."
He chuckles
>>159644To Tricky
"The architecture is wonderful, There's a nice courtyard, the staff is a little iffy, Some of the professors are Great."
To sorrel
He Grins
"You're looking at the future mayor of Baltimare."
>>159642Making a reservation and getting Khoi something nice to wear.
>>159645Sorrel
"Oh really?..." She leans onto him with both hooves
"What're you gonna do as mayor?" She asks
Tricky asks,
"What do you learn there?"
>>159646Reservations where?
>buying dressesUh... that normally takes a while
>>159647To Sorrel
"I'm Gonna Clean up baltimare. Help out the ponies who live here."
He grins
To Tricky
"A lot of stuff. I'm taking a few different classes. Philosophy, Hippology, Equestrian History, Myths of Equestria and my major is political science."
>>159648Sorrel:
"It's good to clean it up. This is a very dirty city. It could use a cleaning."
Tricky starts to place a hoof on his shoulder.
"And what are those like? I haven't studied... any of those. Like, what do you do in those classes?"
>>159647>Reservations where?Somewhere fancy that would impress the kirin.
>Uh... that normally takes a whilelooks up at >>159650Um... Well I have another idea
>>159649To Sorrel
"You are absolutely correct. Its filthy, Somepony has to clean it up."
To Tricky
"Well they are all kind of different, but all kind of the same. there are seats that everypony sits down in and then a professor comes in and starts teaching you about which ever subject you are there to learn about."
Are they Both Earth Ponies? >>159652Both are pegasiTricky:
"Are you living on campus?" She asks. "Or with your parents?"
>>159653"No I don't live with my parents. they are no longer with us. I stay nearby in hotels."
>>159654Both of them lean in and hug him, so that Solar is sandwiched between them.
Tricky:
"Awwwwwwww... I'm so sorry"
>>159655"It..It's Fine."
He smiles at them.
He takes a sip of his whiskey
>>159656Sorrel sits up now. She no longer leans on Solar
Tricky:
"Are you atone in the city?" She asks
>>159657"What do you mean by Alone?"
>>159660They enter through a threshold, into a large, wooden themed room. In some ways it isn't terribly different from the one Amber was in earlier, with a fireplace on one end, wooden floors, upholstered furniture, and book shelves. It is, however, even larger, and though it too has many windows, the angle of the sunlight and preponderance of walls lined with rows of books leaves the room in relatively dim light. On the walls are portrait paintings of griffins in armor, a suit of armor on the opposite side of the rectangular room away from the fireplace, and so many rolls of books. There are many griffins there, including several in dress vests and several female griffins, though most seem paired to some other male griffin. Two griffins stand out - an old griffin in green dress, standing and with a glass of presumably some hard alcohol in claw, and near him, an even older, fatter griffin in full black formal wear, still wearing his top hat.
>>159658"Well, are you living with a wife, I mean." She clarifies.
>>159659Well... Silver can return home, and find out.
>>159662A noble house, perhaps. Best to wait for Helder to introduce Amber to these fine folk. A mere musician cannot simply go up to them and talk casually, after all. Isn't that how it works?
>>159664Ah, but Amber
does know who these two griffins are. The gentlegriff in the green is Monteirter Helm, owner of the home, and a member of their social group. The griffin sitting down in the white chair with green floral pattern is a professor Emeritus from the Rectorate, a griffin by the name of Weit Grünerhügel. Amber doesn't know him well. Still another griffin, standing on the other side of Weit, is a much younger griffin in a striped vest and a bowler hat, whom Amber knows to be named Mason.
>>159665Who is the griffon in the formal wear?
Amber goes up to the gathering. With a polite nod, "It is good to see you again, Herr Helm. Hello again, Herr Grünerhügel, and Mason."
>>159666Weit Grünerhügel, the professor, is the Griffin in full black formal wear. He is the only one sitting down.
“Gutentag.” Mason replies, though one briefly looks to Amber, and nods.
>>159667"It's briskly cold today, isn't it? How are you faring?"
>>159668Weit does not answer, but Helm does.
“We have the fireplace going. That helps keep the room heated, or it will. We will have lunch served soon enough.”
>>159669Evidently they don't want to jump straight to the crux of the issue.
"Ah, very well, that will be good." Amber tries to start some small talk, bringing up a recent orchestral performance or somesuch.
>>159670Now Weif speaks
“And what does it mean to you?” He asks
>>159671"It speaks to the soul, its motifs a cry to be resolute and true to oneself in a disordered age."
>>159672He nods
“Continue. What does it mean to be resolute, why must we be resolute, and how does the music help?”
>>159674"To be resolute means not to cower in the face of history's caprice. Great creatures are not driven by history, they drive history themselves, and although we cannot all be great creatures they are models to follow. As for the music, it's a message from a composer, not simple but designed to be uplifting and inspiring."
>>159675“Tell me, have you read much philosophy of history?” He asks
>>159676"Only a few tracts, here and there. I can't say I have any serious academic understanding of the
philosophy of history," Amber confesses.
>>159677“Well… nevermind that. For now, at least. What
is music?” He asks
>>159678"Is this a trick question?" Amber asks flatly.
>>159679He smiles
“Not one for the abstract?” He asks
>>159680"Well…music is auditory art. It's an expression of emotion, or some deeper truth, with the use of unique sounds from instruments played to unique notes and chords. The variety is endless, from soloists to orchestras, concertos to arias, tonal to atonal…."
>>159681“Good, good.” He nods. “Yes, yes.”
“Now tell me… how much do you care for… ‘deeper truths’.”
He forms a wide, almost malign grin.
“But I suppose you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t care for deeper truths. Truths deeper than any school teacher or priest cares to tell.”
>>159663He laughs
"Not exactly, No I Don't have a Wife."
>>159682Amber raises an eyebrow, or the griffon equivalent of that.
"I care quite a bit, which is why I'm a musician. A symphony can convey as much as a thousand-page tome, and much more eloquently for it. Music speaks far better than words."