(Hmm...Sorry I've been away from this for a while. Can I maybe make it up to you by trying to be really weird with my next character?) Cydonia ponders this and thinks for a moment. "I can only hope she's in a good mood." She dives for the ground and heads to an empty barn sitting in the vast orchard they were flying over. With a look over her shoulder, she checks the surrounding area before heading inside. Among the hay bales and tools, there was just a lot of stuffy dust. There, she stand in the middle of the tranquil scene. Her horn glows brightly for a second. She stands and waits. There's a noise of light hooves from the rafters above. A shadow drops to the ground with a deadened thud. It was probably a mare and most definitely a unicorn but the face was covered by a golden mask. It had been formed loosely over the features of the mare, hugging her face entirely. Her hooves were armoured in the same gold material that contrasts against her ghostly white mane and coat. She stood to rigid attention like a machine, staring ahead with no attempt to look at Cydonia. And then a plump grey cat hops off the mare's back, approaching Cydonia slowly. It sits in front of her, with a warm smile. "Ah!" The cat said, inadvertently flashing it's fangs. The voice was silky and poisonous. Everything had a slight musical ring to it. "My favourite customer, please those books you gave me, Cydonia deary, they were just perfect!" "I'm glad you like them." Cydonia replies to the cat, completely familiar with the talking feline. "The Library of Life will revolutionise my business. Thank you so much for finding a way there. I'll be able to pick out stock for centuries to come." The feline said. Yes, yes she is purring with every syllable.
Plague said nothing about the scene, but seemed to like this new character, it added a sense of mystery to the current events. He smiled at the thought. He would rather let Cydonia explain the situation.
Dark approached the cat. "I assume you are the thief, cydonia told us about. What would the mane of the princess of the night fetch money wise?"
Plague remained quiet. He didn't want to interrupt Dark and this stranger's talk until he was spoken to. Instead, he was thinking of the look on Celestia's face when she sees her son alive and more powerful then she would ever be.
