Crimson sat in the lobby while the other group of ponies were arguing. He was reading a novel when he seen one of the ponies walk outside of the palace, 'Something must have happened. I hope he is ok.... i wonder if they are arguing about me. he thought. He then returned to his novel and kept reading
Narrowleaf ran home, to gather supplies. "Damn you, Bolt... Make up your damn mind! Do you trust me... or am I just a beast..." He said to himself. "I... need to... ask Brisk..."
Crimson began to get bored at the lack of action, he had heard of one of the ponies named brisk and thought that she might help. Crimson noticed the palaces interior and could pinpoint 14 different infiltration points, more then previously when it was only 8. Crimson let out a sigh and began to play a song on his custom harmonica which his birth parents gave him before the disaster and before they died when he was young. The tune of the song was beautiful as it echoed around the palace. "Maybe this might get their attention."
The Music began to become sweeter and more focused. After a while, Crim gave up and went to look for the ones from before. "Now there were more ponies from before...There was...um..Bolt..YES BOLT and um..... that one that kinda left." he walked down the hallway's while the guards strangely let him past. Like they were expecting him.
Just as Crimson was walking down the hallway, he heard a voice of somepony nearby. He noticed and looked to find the one who said it. "Hello. In in the hallway. Sorry to wake you up."
She cleared her throat. "Um. I beg your pardon, but my friends... Would you happen to know where they are?" Suddenly, her voice changed. "There's a small one, stammers a lot, maybe a bit sad? Brisk knows him better. I only see him when he's crying. And then there's an orange alicorn? Also, who they hay are you?" Brisk closed her mouth, looking a bit embarrassed. "Sorry. My sister." she said, in her regular voice.
“Sorry. That’s ok. My name is Crimson Lionheart and I might be able to help you find your friends.” Crimson thought about who had left before. “ I remember one of them being called Bolt and im sure the other one ran back to his house for something, not sure why he would leave in such a hurry.” He said. “And so you have two different personalities....fascinating. I have never met somepony like you before.”
(I thought you didn't trust me. XD) Narrowleaf paced around, debating if he should leave without a word, or say good-bye.
"What are you doing!? I can only have you stay if you cure your bloodlust! Are you really gonna leave?" Bolt said in shock
(My friends! Eluuna is back from school! *claps hooves.*) She blinked uncertainly. "Yeah. It's not common among changlings either."
"I... will. I'll go back to the castle and ask Brisk. Then leave." He said to himself, trotting back to the castle.
"Hey... I... I'm leaving. And before I leave, I want to ask you something..." He responded, voice shaking.
A yelp of surprise, followed by a ominous thud that sounded suspiciously like she had fallen out of the bed, came from her room. "Leaving?"
