progress is sketchy

[chaotic_scribbles]

Unlike his two companions, Scribble swerved through the hallways crowded with ponies with grace only someone that had grown up in the largest city in the land could possess. Sure, he stumbled here and there, which was usually followed up with an apology to whomever he bumped into, but Scribble was making pretty good time all things considered.

When the finally caught up to Ako, near the receptionists, Scribble was almost livid. "Ako! You need to slow down! You're injured and-"

Well, she didn't seem to want to listen to him anyways. So, when she journeys onward and steps out of the exit, Scribble is there beside her. The towering buildings of Canterlot, stone and glass and all kinds of rock greeted them, like some kind of massive welcoming banner.

It almost made Scribble happy, although the fact that the universe was still at stake dampened his joy.

"Ako!" He pursued the Gryphon, concern, and a little bit of annoyance, seeping into his tone. "Slow down! Where are you going?"