Touchy Subject

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 Ako winces with Atoc's rather blunt question, a twinge of pain going through her wings. She stumbles to a stop, looking at Hua with a hint of pleading in her eyes. 

"Hualpa... could you do that thing now...? I can't... can't stand this..." 

The injured swordsgryphon gestures at her wing-slings, turning enough so the llama mare can reach them. Ako glances at Atoc,her drooping slightly. 

"Atoc, I got a lot of bones shattered in my wings... enough that they were so damaged that it would be a miracle to put them back together..." 

She sighs, closing her eyes. 

"The medical staff said I had only a 20% chance to be able to fly like I used to... and anything less than that..." 

The warbird looks like she's barely staving off depression, loosing some of what makes her, well, her. 

 

Getting the party started

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Scribble nearly stumbled from that slap to the back, nodding weakly as she followed everyone inside at last.

Inside, the library was just as he remembered it, though it fell like a millennium ago that he last set hoof inside this massive place. The walls were more like built in shelves to hold the tons upon tons of scrolls and literature that positively littered the place. Different inhabitants of Equestria and beyond came here to see what the grand library had in store.

It felt... small, to Scribble now.

Heh. Do you feel that? Your friend over there?

Yeah, of course I noticed. She's... she's probably just worried about Ako.

Oh? And is that what you really believe?

He kept his thoughts and feelings silent, although he could feel the pen weighing heavily in his bag. "So... w-we know who we're looking for, right?"