Moving Along

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As the Captain and Sharpwit returned to the group, the former still shaking a few bits of changeling off his hooves, Riptide looked to the group of other ponies, namely the unicorn White Noise. SInce her wings were so wounded and the fact they lacked the time to properly address them, she figured an illusion was just what she needed. Her own magical skill limited to aquatic magic, Riptide would need the help of Ms. White Noise if she was able and willing.

Beckoning the unicorn over, the kelpie bent down. "Ms. White Noise, is it? I would like to know how good your skills at illusion are."