Nightshade woke up, and cursed as the cruel and heartless rays of the sun stabbed her eyes. Throwing a wing up to shield herself from the glare, she yawned and rolled over off of the cloud. The rushing air of the freefall snapped her awake, as it always did, and she spread her wings into an easy glide. After a few minutes of flying, she decided to head back up and check on Raven.
Raven had her head hanging back off of the cloud, still passed out. She was slowly sliding, in danger of copying Nightshade.
Nightshade gently rolled her back into the center of the cloud bed, then grabbed grabbed the cloud and slowly began lowering it towards the ground. She wondered how Raven could sleep with the sun so bright. Nightshade's eyes were sensitive to bright light, and she was only half Bat.
"Fair enough." Saber got behind the counter, and looked at the clock. Still a few minutes till the bar officially was open, but she figured what the hell. "Anyone need a drink?"
"A lot better," Raven replied, rubbing her eye. "What smells like a funeral?" Azrael signed, "Vodka."
Silver cheerfully whistled 'Equestria The Land I Love' as he cleaned up the mess he and Holly had made of the foolish stallion's apartment. The idiot himself... what was left of him... had been wrapped in opaque plastic and tossed into a dumpster behind the building. It was unlikely that anypony would find him before he was buried at the landfill. Nightshade looked at Azrael's neck. "You're looking deader than usual. What happened?"
"Azzy!" Raven yanked him into a hug before he could respond. "Testing the swords again?" Azrael nodded in response.
Azrael figured Night may know hoof language. He signed, "I have a collection of bladed weapons. I tend to make sure they're sharp by trimming my beard with them. The scimitar was sharper than anticipated." "Third time he's done this," Raven added. "And the seventy-third time he couldn't talk."
Nightshade perked up. "That's awesome. Well, not the near-decapitation thing, but the weapon collecting thing. I'm a collector, too! Mostly ancient Pegasi weapons, but I have a bit of everything. Was it a Saddle Arabian or a Maretanian style?"
"This particular one was Saddle Arabian," he signed as the wound began to close. "But name a region, and I have at least one weapon from there."
She grinned. "Yakyakistan." No way he had a Yak weapon. They were damn near impossible to find in Equestria.
Her jaw dropped. "Seriously? Nopony I've talked to could get me one. Yaks tend to be really possessive. Who's your dealer?"
"It varies. Some of my trades go through the dreadlock mare herself, which is how I got my first kama. She allegedly disarmed a yak who was having an issue with Raven." Azrael's neck closed up. Before long, he would be okay to speak aloud again. "That's true," Raven confirmed. "Whole thing was kinda my fault. Didn't know she kept that, though."
