Silver and Esis!Jade/FMNEM No.41520948
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>From the train stepped a gryphon. The gryphon was taller than all the ponies around her and held herself with an air of responsibility and a not insignificant amount of grace. She did not look down on the ponies around her, other than by perspective, but she appeared to be extremely wary, her eyes moving around the station with practiced precision, picking out exits and points of cover as well as quickly assessing every pony around the immediate area, all with practiced ease.
>The gryphon herself was colored in a way that might seem bland to the technicolored ponies that inhabited Crossroads, with medium dark grey fur and, starkly contrasting it, divine silver feathers, almost metallic like the metal they shared a color with. Even her eyes were silver, but rather than purely so, they were also flecked with gold. The effect they gave was a piercing gaze into the souls of their targets, but if one were to look directly into them they would be lost in a pool of silver. There were two things that would draw the attention of onlookers. Firstly, her feathers and fur were neatly groomed and preened, not a single feather out of place nor a single tuft of fur fluffed, and cut to balance the natural thickness of her fur that her northern gryphon genetics gave her with the more temperate climate of the lands of Equestria. The second would be that she wore a form of makeup on her beak and primary feathering, colored to sharply contrast with her grey and silver color of her natural body, red-violet.
>There was also one thing that would draw someone’s attention away from her form. Her right wing seemed to be made out of metal, at first glance. But at closer examination, one would see that instead it was a cast of lightweight, durable, and maneuverable metal bars and plates fitted around it, giving it the appearance of an artificial wing.
>Regardless of her appearance and he tall form, she seemed to have finished her visual sweep of the station. She finally stepped through the door of the train and stood to the side. She swept her left wing out to her side and then in front of her, as if waving someone through. She punctuated the wave with the words…
You can now disembark, darling.
>And indeed, what came after the wave of her wing and her spoken words was an equestrian, a pegasus mare to be precise. A tall one, at that, almost rivaling the height of the silver gryphon, if just a few inches shorter.
>The equestrian who exited the train was striking, and not only due to her height. She was also completely white. So white, indeed, that it was almost blinding for the first few. Her coat, mane, and tail were all the same white color, and her eyes were no different, the whites of her eyes taking up the entirety of them except for the two black dots that marked her pupils. Her pupils were actually not black, but instead a rather deep, dark red. Whoever this pegasus was, she was an albino, but it was obvious from the way her fur shown even in the light of the station that her albinism wasn’t entirely natural. Her cutie mark, to anyone glancing at her flanks, was that of a single wing that tapered off into a quill-like point that was drawing a line. The wing-quill was white, but outlined in black, and the line it was drawing was red, like an apple. The black and red of her cutie mark was the only color to appear anywhere else on her entire body.
>As she stepped off the train she did her own sweep of the station, but it was nowhere near as detailed or meant to trace any unwanted elements. Instead she was simply happy to be off the train. She hated being in closed spaces for that long. To her the station was amazing, it seemed to be simply busling. It reminded her of her childhood in Canterlot, almost, though it was considerably less filled or busy here as it was there.
>After a second she walked forward and to the side, finally clearing the way for the rest of the passengers that had been waiting on the train behind them.
Thank you, Silver, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.
>She said to the gryphon beside her, actually leaning in and nuzzling the larger hybrid.
>The gryphon almost seemed to blush, but no coloring appeared on her face.
It is nothing, Esis, you know I would do anything for you if you asked, you helped me find my daughter.
>The mare, now known to be named Esis, smiled at the gryphon, Silver.
Of course, of course. Let’s get our things, shall we?
>She asks and the gryphon nods. The two of them go off and get a pretty large wagon-like cart from the cargo area that was stacked precariously with their belongings, even with it’s size. To the casual observer it would seem like the perfect amount of things for two grown members of their respective species to have. But to look closer would reveal that the amount of bags marked ‘Esis’ vastly outnumbered the ones that were marked with ‘Silver’.
>Silver was the one to pull the heavy cart as she and Esis made their way out of the station and into the main thoroughfare of Crossroads.