Touchy Topic

[anarchyarcher]

 'Is that...'

Ako reached up a foreleg,  snatching the notepad out of the air when it got close and leaving the pen in Hunter's telekinetic grasp. Ignoring his start of surprise at her claws coming very close to his ear, she flipped it around to show Scribble, pointing two claws at the two lines: 'Down on his luck writer, confronted by dimensional traveler...'  and '...classic brow ridge from illustrations of the Inkans, but none have been seen in nearly a thousand years...'
  
"Who is this Scribble?" She growled, sharp stormy eyes turning on the spluttering unicorn stallion. "How does he know this about you... about Atoc and Hua?!?"

Her voice was accusing and defensive, her body tensing like she was ready to fight. Or flee.