Darqlon, Making Friends Everywhere He Goes

"AHH!" Spike interjected upon seeing the visage of Darqlon. He had slammed the door on his face and now he sheepishly opened the door. "Hey, there, Darqlon," he chuckled nervously through the cracked door, "what can I do for you?"

Darqlon gazed down at the young dragon, slightly annoyed by his previous action, "I wish to speak with Princess Twilight Sparkle."

"R-Right. I'll take you to her," the frightened drake slowly opened the door and Darqlon followed him in. Fluttershy opted out of staying and continued her search for Angel.

Darqlon paid little attention to the sparkling crystal walls, the immaculate decorations, and kept his attention on the purple dragon leading the way. He made mental notes of every room he passed and every corridor they traipsed down. They stopped in front of wooden double doors as tall as Darqlon where he heard an unfamiliar voice behind them.

"Yes! Yes!" the female voice exclaimed, "It is perfect!" She began cackling maniacally.

Darqlon looked down at Spike questioningly and Spike shrugged his shoulder. Spike opened the door cautiously. Before them, a pink unicorn with a purple mane and tail streaked with a single teal highlight, stood on her back hoof with her forehooves raised in the air. Her wide grin disappeared when she saw the four new eyes in the doorway.

"What are you up to, Starlight?" Spike inquired.

"I-I'm- I just finished scrapbooking!" she lifted an open book in front of her with her teal magic and showed it to her guests. She smiled sheepishly at them. Her eyes went wide upon seeing the imposing, black and crimson alicorn stallion in the doorway. "Who are you?!"

Before Darqlon could introduce himself Spike spoke for him, "This is Darqlon. He's one of the aliens Twilight's been talking about."

Starlight walked around the cluttered desk, not taking her eyes off Darqlon, and stepped up to him. "He doesn't look like an alien," she said after scrutinizing him.

Darqlon stared at the pink pony blankly then turned to Spike, "She is not Princess Twilight."

"Yeah. She said she would be here in the library," Spike replied scratching his head in thought.

"Maybe I can help you!" Starlight beamed.

Darqlon stared blankly at Starlight for a moment, making her shuffle uncomfortably under his crimson gaze, then knitted his brows at her, "Doubtful."

Starlight scrunched her face in anger, "What do you mean? I can help!"

"Do you know where she keeps her scientific equipment and instruments?" Darqlon questioned.

"No. . ."

"Do you have her permission to lend them to me, even if you did know where they were?" He stepped forward and made Starlight shrink back.

"Well, no but. . ."

Darqlon cut her off again, "Then you are of no use to me." He saw her eyes wide with fear and he withdrew himself. He released a strained sigh, "I apologize. Keeping this form drains my reserves considerably and I become irritable when I am tired." He spoke to Spike, "When you see her again, tell her that I wish to speak with her and if she could meet with me in my lab." He gazed back at Starlight then left, "I'll show myself out."

Spike stood at the door and Starlight went to his side, "Wow. He was. . ."

"Scary?" Spike finished for her.

". . . intense. I was going to say intense," Starlight corrected him.

"You haven't seen what he really looks like," Spike shuddered.

"What does he really look like?" Starlight probed curiously.

"Scary," was the drakes flat response.