Chapter 3: Of griffins and poems...

Date; Second day on Eques.
Time; 11:30AM
Location; Rarity's boutique.

A recap from yesterday: After Finishing off the food, we went across the hall to her workroom, which took a third of the business side to her house. The room was painted cerulean blue with a hard wood white painted floor, with a rack of blots and a wall of thread spools before a door along the outer wall; along the inner wall was a large table to draw out and cut patterns, along with a peddle powered sewing machine, and a round podium in the center of it all.
She went to the door which lead down to her basement/storage for the leather, giving it to me, I got to work. As I began by sketching out the pattern to the leather, we started some simple chit chat on current happening's in town, its amazing what one may learn threw idle talk.

What I learned in order from the first: There was a motel (a small hotel) in town on "North Lunar Road" on the east side, which was called "Hornton's Stables", Rarity said it was the better one of three in town; with good pricing and clean rooms. To go to town hall when I was ready to buy a house, with warning of Pinkies party's, the last part unneed but meh. That noponies where hiring till spring for part time farm jobs, so I may just have to camp out till then, which I was fine with; and I did not let Rarity know that last bit. That she had a sister(like I didn't know but didn't say.), and that Sweety was on a sleep over with the other CMC. And the finale thing I learned, which I become most fascinated in and asked for all the details I could; Chrysalis had attacked equestria again, foalnapping all of the most important ponies(yes, she got them all.), and it was a reformed changeling named Thorax (with Starlight Discord and Trixey) who saved the day.

When night had falling, I kept working till the clock in the work room struck 11:00PM, the sole's to the boots where done(made of two rawhide pieces each) and the uppers where half done(made of burgundy tanned and teal inlaid leather); hoof sewing is hard and long work. Rarity lead me on up to the spare room she had, going up the stairs that split at the landing, we went half way on the "infinite" hallway to reach it(the thing went along the outer wall with a panoramic view, with the rooms to the center of the house.). The room itself was small, with a simple wood floor and peach painted walls, the cover on the bed was brown; and the head board dark green. The small dresser bed stand and coat rack, along with the rug next to the left side of the bed, where also dark green.

Now for what I found on me: The vest had the aforementioned bits and pocket watch; it also held an 8 ounce flask and magnesium fire starter, a brass compass an chain and my 4 inch master barlow, along with a steampunk-ed pack of cards and 9 inch collapsible spy glass. My trench coat had a pair of black leather gloves, and brown knitted gloves(for hooves of coarse), it also had my old engineers hat I'v had from when I was five. Now that was one pocket, the other had my electrical tape wrapped camo flashlight, and my horse brush.
And finally my black leather book bag that had three books in it: A black paper back journal, which I wrote mine and others quotes on philosophy in, along with a few songs an poems. A travel journal of sorts, which was a brown leather binder, with blank tanish paper(was also empty). Then finally a gray fabric/paper back book with faded gold lettering, called "The Book of Runes" by Ralph H. Blum, which I'd saved from a black moldy death.

Now surprisingly, and unsurprising to; the picture of Odin hanging by his feet from the world tree, was replaced with a (I believe his counterparts) earth pony form.

Now, I may have thought to hit the sack early, but that's just because the boredom of sewing zapped my energy, but I'm a night owl by habit.

I should study up on these runes, such magic is more prevalent here, and there'ed be a reason it came with me. So with that thought, I got comfy and began reading, I fall asleep in chapter three.

I awoke the next day by someone prodding my shoulder, I mumbled in distaste at that, thinking it was my mom or sister with the broom. I was about to voice my compliant, when the one doing the prodding spoke up.

"Well's darling, you need to get up, it's nearly 10:30."

I was in a stupor for lase then a second, before I remembered where I was, and whom was talking.

"Fine," I mumbled "I'll be down shortly...."

"Good, I'll go warm your breakfast up-."

"No need," Sitting up, still in my shirt, with her to my right side and left of the bed. "I'll do that my~yawn~self."

I gave my host a drowse look before sliding off the bed; I moved to the dresser to pier at the mirror, piking up my brush I'd left atop it, I began working my mane to my usual combed back styli.

After a moment she said. "So, your studying magic, what type, my I ask?"

"Runic, and why'd ya ask." I answered, giving her a glance, she was floating the book before her.

"Well I'v never seen an earth pony study, let alone practices, any form of magic. beyond of coarse, the farming they do."

"Well not all earth ponies are the same, just like no two unicorns or Pegasus are."

"Oh... sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."

I looked to her at that, a bit confused, before seeing how I'd replied. "Ah! no need to be, I'm always blunt when I wake up." I said as I cracked my now longer neck, heh, I could do a 180 twist now.

She seemed to smile at that, before setting the book on the night stand, and walking to the door. "Well I'll let you be to ready yourself, I'll be waiting in the kitchen for you."

"And I'll be there soon." I answered, deciding to take off my shirt and brush my coat out after she left, which felt oddly good to do.

Finishing my tail off last, I put my shirt and hat back on (the former with some difficulty), and headed on out and down to the guest bathroom. This room was the first to the right on descending the stairs before the kitchen, and pretty much looked like a human bathroom, besides of coarse the low an troth like toilet. I took care of my business quickly, skipping the sower, I walked on over and opened the door to the kitchen...
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To see a griffin drinking tea with Rarity.

I was a bit surprised at that, then a plessent smile covered my face as they looked to, Rarity beaming on my arrival.

"Ah Well's, I was just telling her about you."

"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Borne." Said the griffin-ess, extending her talons to shack my hoof, I walked in a few pace's and took it.

Shacking it gently, I replied. "A pleasure to meet you as well, miss..?"

"Baroness Greta, Greta Gelding," Yes, I heard that last name right. "so your the pony making my boots?"

Nodding my head and tilting it in respect, I took note of how she looked before answering. She had brown fur, with darker brown wings and tail fluff, she had a very light teal pattern over wight plumage; and she wore a gray teal scarf held in place by a gold talon pin.

“Yes, yes I am, would you like to see how there coming along?” I asked, a bit nerviness growing in me.

“No need, Miss Rarity showed them to me already, she was just explaining how you to work for her to make them.”

“Ah,” I answered, a bit disappointed in not being the one to show her. “then, may I ask ‘why’ you just drop’d the project on her, with out asking if she’ed be ok working with leather?” A fare question.

She took a moment to put her thoughts together before she entered. “Well, I made a bet with one Marchioness Gigi, the bet was that with each pony I found that was wiling or ok with crafting leather, I’d win 5000 bit’s.”

“That’s a lot of money..” I mentioned.

“That it is, but it came with the rule that I could not ask the pony directly, I had to give out commissions like I did to Rarity.

I got a thoughtful and understanding look on my face at that. “Now that.. makes sense.” I said, nodding my head.

“your welcome.” she replied.

We were just standing there for a while after that, an awkward feeling filling the air, I was thinking of what to say before she talked first.

“So... when should the boots be ready?”

“Tomorrow... tomorrow evening at the late’es”

She nodded at this. “Then I’ll get out of your manes till then, Dame Bella, Mr. Borne...” And with some small goodbyes, she was gone...
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“That wan’t rather quick, didn’t it? I mean, how long was she here before I came down?” I asked Rarity, who nodded at that.

“<-What’s this word?-> right darling, she arrived the moment after I step’ed off the stairs wearing a poncho, and hurriedly asked me about the boots and had me show her. If I had to judge, I’d say she was dispirit...” She frowned a bit at that.

I nodded in understanding to that, looking to the where the front door is, which Greta had left by. “Well, whatever the case, will see her tomorrow.” Turning back to my host, I finely asked. “So.. wheres the food?”

After reheating the scrambled egg’s an hash browns, that had a mix of green an red pepper an onion, I was back on the boots round 11:13. It was 12:30 when I heard the front door open, and the resounding call after it. “Rarity! I’m home!”c

”That’s the little marshmallow if I’v ever heard one, I grinned at my inner serchashim. “she’s the cutest of the three, I wonder when her first concert will be..” My random thought’s were interrupted before they could go further.

“Umm, who are you...?” came the question from the door leading to the show room. I stopped an looked up from my work on the table, to the teenage filly before me, she was half way thru the door with a cautions look on her face.

“I’m Well’s, your sister is giving me lodging from the rain..”

“Oh? um, my names Sweet’y Bella.. could you tell me where my sister is?”

“A pleasure to meet you, young Bella; and yes, I believe she’s in the living room.”

“Thank you..” She replied hastly, before trotting thru the workroom to the other door (keeping her distance from me), and closing it behind her. I didn’t notice at first, but a moment later, there was a “definitely pleasant” musk in the air.

”What the..?!” I thought, surprised; A want to investigate and understand came over me, sending me to my hooves, I moved as quietly as I could on the wood floor(wearing boots most the time made me a master at that before gaining hooves), till I was on the carpet of the hall way.
It wasn’t because my head was clouded by arousal from the musk of a mare in heat that moved me(How I knew that did not matter), but rather by an intuitive urge to know more, that would sprout at random sometimes back home; being in a new world just impounded it in me harder to act on it. ”Never know what you’ll learn...”

Leaning my head down to the bottom of the living room door, I listened intently, my breaths shallow...

”...So, you’v made a herd with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, and Rumbles now your stallion?” I heard Rarity speak, she didn’t sound happy or upset.

“Yes, and I don’t care if you, mom or dad disapprove, I’m not leaving my herd mates!” Spoke Sweet’y bell defiantly.

“It’s not that, dear, it’s because this is your first heat, and your only 16. I’m worried about if you can handle being with foal...” I brought my head back up after that, and walked in to the kitchen next door, grabbing myself a glass of water as I digested what I just heard.

”I wondered when I would learn of those things, but I still don’t know enough; meh, shouldn't be much longer till I do.” And with that thought gone, I took a little break, and I snatch an apple from the fruit bowl.

I wondered into my room that night, the boots were finished, I’d ask Greta about payment tomorrow. While I was working, I decided that I’d write a diary of my time here, or at lest of the bigger things that happened; deciding to write down my arrival on Equss first.
So I sat down at the bed stand, with the empty journal, and took my pen in hoof: wondering what I should writ. I didn't want it to be straight, that is understandable to everypony, for I didn't wish other's to find out right off the bat that i’m a human in pony skin; just in case something bad would happen from it.

”poems,” I thought, and a smile touched my lips. ”the rhyming type, only I will understand them in full cause I’m the writer!” With my thoughts in place, and conjuring the rhyming words, I began to write...

I am beveled, by the force'es that have deviled, that have caused me to be traveled. But besides that I shall settle, and hope I never need do battle, so that I my sit back and drink my tea of nettle.

May the force be with my family.

S. Well Borne.

Author's Note

YES! longer chapters are best chapters!

As always may readers, please find my errors that I missed, or could not fix; force be with you all.