Angry Hurt and Inquisitive

[anarchyarcher]

 Ako scrambled along the tops of shelves, getting away from the majority of crowds easily as it was hard to track her over the tops of shelves. Once she found an easy way up onto the second floor, by way of a rather heavy-duty tapestry that looked rather new and now looked a bit torn, the swordsgryphon clambered up over onto an empty balcony. Ako looked to her right and left, then spun around, looking for anypony nearby with her sword still drawn. 

'Empty... perfect... that crowd was terrible...' 

Lowering her guard, Ako gulps and touches her slung wings gently. She yelps softly at the pain, and tears swell up a bit before she can will them away. 

'Ah... ack... my poor wings... that run didn't do anything good for them...'

Shivering just a little as she regains her bearings, Ako blinks, remembering the signal. 

'Retreat to higher ground... second floor, green door?' 

Carefully rewrapping her sword in the cloth Hualpa had brought it in, the tawny gryphon very carefully slides it into one of her splints, grunting a little as she jostles her injury, managing to hold in another yelp. Once the sword is stowed, she starts wandering around the second floor, looking for a green door, and wondering why there seemed to be nopony around. 

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It took her a few minutes to find it, finally opening the worn green door carefully and peering in. There didn't seem to be anypony in the room, no lights either besides the windows overlooking some part of the city outside. After determining it was safe to come in, Ako wearily stepped in and shut the door, already starting to regret trying to 'sheathe' her newly reacquired sword in her wing's cast. She proceeded to carefully remove it, wincing yet again as the movement jostled her shattered limbs. 

After removing it, she started to look for a place to sit down. 

'This is the place... right? Maybe there's someone here that know of the calls we used...?' 

That was about when she saw the gryphonian corner, a small corner of the room with furniture she recognized, as well as scrolls that looked like those in the style she'd grown up with. Ako stumbled over, setting her wrapped sword on the small table, looking amazed. 

'This... why is this here? Why have things from my homeland...?' 

Once she had laid down on a small set of cushions for guests, Ako spotted a book on the table, bookmarked in several places. The cover read: 'The Myths and Legends of the Gryphonian Lands'. 

It only took a few cautious turns of pages to get the gryphon lost in her old favorite pastime.