"Sabe. I'm gonna have to pull an Asmo and be brutally honest." She sighed. "They're probably dead. And you'd be better off talking to Az than speeding through time for three decades. At this point, they've been gone longer than you knew them."
"Part of it. Not so much the suffering though. I came back now so thet he would be waiting for 33 years. I was afraid that hed give up waiting, and find somepony new."
Windsor brought out the food and drinks for Nightshade, Silver, and the rest. "Marq, stop hogging the egg rolls," Heart Song groused conversationally. "Make me, Songbug. By the way, I had an interesting script kicked my way today. It's about the invasion, so I was wondering if you'd take a look when you get a chance." "No problem. I'll be up in Canterlot tomorrow, so I'll stop by."
"Yeah, sure." Maya poured him a cider. "Tell me." Azrael examined Blackened's mane. "Is this all natural?"
"Thanks Maya~" His eyes then widened as Az felt his mane, but let him do it. "Yep, completely natural. No dye whatsoever."
It was soft enough. A little worn, having seen countless fights, but it seemed to be holding up thanks to... smelled like mares' conditioner. Lavender.
"Wow," he exclaimed as he caught a whiff of his mane. "It may not be very neat, but the smell definitely makes up for it."
"Why thank you. I use that conditioner to keep the hairs from exploding every time I punch something."
