Blast stopped him. "What happened?" she asked. Rainn shrugged. "I want to make sure your dad's ok." she said.
"What? No, I just want to make sure he's ok!" squeaked Rainn, a blush spreading over her nose. "That's.. buck, man!" Blast said.
"I'm sorry Blast...when I came for him...I wasn't thinking...D-do you want to come see my house?" Bolt asked, smiling.
"You like 'im. Don't worry, I won't tell him." Willow replied. Narrowleaf glanced at a pony corpse. "Ew. Ew. Ew." He murmured.
Blast shrugged. "Sure." she said. "Though, everything is kinda destroyed." Rainn shook her head, but it was more in defeat. "Let's go find him."
"My daughter rebuilt it in maroon in honor of her mother...let's go...if that's cool." Bolt replied, walking towards the palace
Bolt loosened up, entranced by her voice. He slightly moved with the humming. "You have a beautiful voice." He pointed out, not nervous in the slightest
"Alright. Look for a trail of blood or mare-ish screaming." Willow said. Narrowleaf began to lean against a dumpster. "This is disgusting... But... The smell... So good..." He mumbled to himself.
"I should hope so. It's my cutie mark." she told him. Rainn flew up. "There!" she said, pointing to a thick smear of blood.
Willow looked around a corner. "Well, I'll be damned. You're right." She said. "Wh-What happened l-last night?!" Narrowleaf asked. (What about it?)
"Would you...have dinner with me? Maybe stay here? Do you have anywhere to stay?" Bolt asked. Star walked out and tilted her head in confusion "Who...?" She asked
"I've killed... Innocent... Oh gods..." Narrowleaf mumbled. "Yeah. You're also over a thousand years old. ...That's how you're my dad." Willow said.
