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- Pronouns
- She
Arranging the meet up with Konrad was thankfully simple, thanks to the communication crystals. The queen wasn't particularly pleased with meeting outside the heart of her kingdom, but she was intrigued enough by what Swift told her to risk it. Now he just had to bank on things falling through in a way that would please the queen. He flew with her to where they would meet Konrad and rested on the lip of the overhang. Swift was getting hungry at this point. He was better fed than the rest of the hive, but he had been on the same rations as everyone else since he had arrived, which amounted to not enough.
Konrad reached them a touch warily wings flared to let him take off immediately if necessary. Swift jumped down. "Konrad! You made it."
"Hey bud. You're looking hungry." Konrad hugged Swift giving him the chance to feed.
Swift had to hold back some and only take as much as he knew he could without tiring Konrad. "Thanks."
"So it is true. You willingly feed him," the queen marveled.
Konrad looked up at the queen and dipped into a bow. "Your majesty. I wouldn't be much of a friend if I just let him go hungry."
"Friends, hm? Even though you're his food?" The queen tested.
"Doesn't harm me, and he doesn't just feed from me. We hang out, joke, party, fight together. He's not the same as me, but I am a griffon among ponies. I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I judged him for not being the same as the others around here."
"And that is why you accept him? Because you're both different?"
"If I wanted to be among others that were the same I'd just seek out other griffons instead of sticking around Swift," Konrad told her. "I prefer being with him."
The queen nodded. "Well. It seems that this idea of yours isn't hopeless."
Swift grinned. "So we'll send out the changelings and go see the princesses?" Queen Scolopendra nodded. It was settled, they would be going to see the princesses while groups of changelings spread out among the ponies.
Konrad reached them a touch warily wings flared to let him take off immediately if necessary. Swift jumped down. "Konrad! You made it."
"Hey bud. You're looking hungry." Konrad hugged Swift giving him the chance to feed.
Swift had to hold back some and only take as much as he knew he could without tiring Konrad. "Thanks."
"So it is true. You willingly feed him," the queen marveled.
Konrad looked up at the queen and dipped into a bow. "Your majesty. I wouldn't be much of a friend if I just let him go hungry."
"Friends, hm? Even though you're his food?" The queen tested.
"Doesn't harm me, and he doesn't just feed from me. We hang out, joke, party, fight together. He's not the same as me, but I am a griffon among ponies. I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I judged him for not being the same as the others around here."
"And that is why you accept him? Because you're both different?"
"If I wanted to be among others that were the same I'd just seek out other griffons instead of sticking around Swift," Konrad told her. "I prefer being with him."
The queen nodded. "Well. It seems that this idea of yours isn't hopeless."
Swift grinned. "So we'll send out the changelings and go see the princesses?" Queen Scolopendra nodded. It was settled, they would be going to see the princesses while groups of changelings spread out among the ponies.