“Hello, I am - Londar, who do I have the pleasure meeting today?”
The mare gasped fore air in an attempt to speak, but failed spectacularly.
“Take your time.” the recently named Londar affirmed her.
Quite some time passed before the mare was composed enough to reply.
“Hello, ahm-” She glanced back too the corridor “-Londar, I'm nurse Tenderheart,-” a strained smile,
“-how do you feel?”
He smiled a genuine smile back, “well; burning thirst, lingering taste of blood, a hammering headache, general pain and I seem to have misplaced one of my arms, in case you know where it went.”
Tenderheart flinched especially at the last part.
“Beside that, I am restrained to this bedstead, witch is not very conducive to my general mood.”
He smiled with halflitted eyes, unsettling the mare before him.
“Ahm-” another glance back. “Dear Nurse Tenderheart?” he got her undivided attention “Would you be so kind and un-restrain me?” “I'm sorry, but- ” her ears flattened pre-leading a pained, pleading expression not to request this from her. “- I, sadly, can not, princesses orders.”
As if that would explain everything to him.
“I guess important people want to speak with me?” Londar inquired
“Well yes, princess Twilight at least, maybe princess Luna too,” Tenderheart took a step back, raising a hoof in an display of strong uncertainty ”I'm sorry but-” looking quickly to the lower side.
“Do you need something else?” Now his entire face smiled, in an slightly calmer tone he replied “Why, yes my dear, I seem to be quite parched, would you be so kind and get me some refreshment?” His smile changed to an nearly fatherly one telling his child to do something they did not necessarily like. ”That would be very kind of you.”
Furling her eyebrows in an nearly pained expression lowering her head without loosing eye contact, nurse Tenderheart took a step back. “Um- ” she smiled a forced smile “- I will bring you a Pitcher, shortly.”
Obviously happy to no longer be forced to speak with him the shaken nurse literally vacated the room, leaving the door wide open.
That told him quite a lot, first off; family like authority figures seemed to play a big role in this particular mares life, maybe in the life of others too, maybe one or both of thees princesses, there queen and or king, if they had something like that, was some sort of Mother or Father of the state, wouldn't be too uncommon for harmonious societies after all.
Also the naming conventions seemed interesting, possibly pure chance, maybe a slightly cruel convention if his suspicions where right; naming someone after one maybe prevalent character attribute?
That let to the conclusion, thees ponies where either a race that only had achieved societal naming in the last ten thousand years, or they where in one way or another a quite isolated society that was forced to develop in general very slowly and only could afford to focused on singular fields of development.
The observed situation suggested the second suspicion.
He laid there silently, observing the corridor before him, slow, light hoof steps echoing throughout the corridor, stopping in front of his room, he smiled slightly, a shy little caroline blue pony with steel blue mane looked with curious eyes back.
“Hello little one, I am Londar, who is so brave to visit me today?”
“My name is Archer, Mr Londar.” A female voice, he smiled invitingly soft.
“Hello Archer, how are you today?” she kept quiet for a moment, looking around the room.
Shortly after she ventured into the room climbing on top of his Bed, which in and on it self bewildered him, she certainly did not fear him.
“I'm fine. But grandpa hurt his hip, as he was working in his smithy.” she looked with awake, curious eyes into his, “You look not so good Mr. Londar,- did you got hurt too?”
Certainly a nice child that was undeniable. “Yes little Archer, but I don't quite remember how I managed that.” “Maybe you hurt your head too, a flower pot had hurt aunt Millies head once and she had trouble remembering the day ever since.” a clever little one certainly.
“I guess so little Archer,” he smiled to reaffirm the foal, “Say-” he begun “-you are not alone here are you?” “No Mr Londar, but mommy talks to grandpa about boring stuff right now.”
Children where obviously always the same, he smirked.
“Mr Londar?” the little one started looking at his missing arm, and than looking to his other side to confirm her suspicions “Are you missing a-” she stopped looking for the right word, “Arm?” he supplied, she nodded.
“Yes, little Archer, I seem to have misplaced it somewhere-” he looked at his covered stump, “- say, you have not, by some chance, seen it?”
She looked at him like he had just told her, that he could lay charcoal eggs through his nose.
Letting him get her meaning through looks alone but answering him regardless, just to be sure, “Ahm, no?” she raised a eyebrow to drive the fact home that this was a nuts question.
Hearing more steps, certainly more than one pony, outside his room Londar replied smiling.
“Well, that is saddening, that was my favorite arm, but well, I got another one.”
Little Archers look turned to suspicious concern and in the flattest tone possible for this little foal she replied “Mr Londar, you hurt your head bad, didn't you?”
His smile threatened to exceed his face “It seams so, little Archer.”
He looked up to see three newcomers to his humble domicile.
At the front a lavender mare with horn and wings, on her left, slightly hiding behind her a yellow one with just wings and to her right Major 'angry Orange' with stetson.
“Hello, I am Londar and this here is little Archer, who do I have the honor to see today?”

Author's Note

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