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Just cause I read worse don't mean it ain't cursed
He is Not Prepared, Jet decided with little prompting. The changeling was—as of the early morning (he flew through the night)—pacing back and forth a few hills away from Ponyville, nervousness rolling off him in waves. Idly, he was glad he was decent at controlling his pheromone production, because otherwise, that'd be a waste of energy.
The scaly, breathing creature that had spent the entire trip curled around his neck and shoulders chirruped, rubbing their head against his neck. "We're supposed to be there by noon," they rumbled, long, leathery wings draped across the curve of his back like a coat. "Are you finished with your panic attack?"
Jet cocked his head back and looked down at the little dragon—well, little for now—and huffed, rattling his wings. "No."
Flame settled back down with a buzzing hum, tiny claws kneading at his skin. "Queen Mandible will want a full report by tonight," they continued, finally making themself comfortable, again.
Oh.
Right.
Mandible's expecting reports.
Jet's groan bordered on a growl, but he shook himself down and leaped back into the air, talons driving small holes in the ground.
When he finally landed in the gates of Ponyville, he hesitated, tail tucking closer to his flank as his wings drew in. His ears flattened, and, reflexively, he started assuming his pony disguise, feathers sprouting across his neck and fluffing up.
He took a long, deep breath, stamping down the urge to give into the transformation, and, for the first time in several hundred years, a non-pony walked openly into Ponyville.
The scaly, breathing creature that had spent the entire trip curled around his neck and shoulders chirruped, rubbing their head against his neck. "We're supposed to be there by noon," they rumbled, long, leathery wings draped across the curve of his back like a coat. "Are you finished with your panic attack?"
Jet cocked his head back and looked down at the little dragon—well, little for now—and huffed, rattling his wings. "No."
Flame settled back down with a buzzing hum, tiny claws kneading at his skin. "Queen Mandible will want a full report by tonight," they continued, finally making themself comfortable, again.
Oh.
Right.
Mandible's expecting reports.
Jet's groan bordered on a growl, but he shook himself down and leaped back into the air, talons driving small holes in the ground.
When he finally landed in the gates of Ponyville, he hesitated, tail tucking closer to his flank as his wings drew in. His ears flattened, and, reflexively, he started assuming his pony disguise, feathers sprouting across his neck and fluffing up.
He took a long, deep breath, stamping down the urge to give into the transformation, and, for the first time in several hundred years, a non-pony walked openly into Ponyville.