@Questor
An Old Bird (Part 2)
An elderly griffon made his way down the streets of the capital of the Crystal Protectorate. His feathers, reduced to a dull grey by time, would occasionally fall from his body as he walked. He let out a sigh as he spotted a pair of fresh refugees wandering around without any idea what to do.
"You lot looking for something?" he asked. The group startled at suddenly being addressed.
"Um, yeah. Actually." A blue earth pony with an orange mane stepped toward him and answered. "We're looking for our friend Bucky."
"He escaped before us." a pink mare with a green mane added. "We was hoping to meet up with him, but..."
"But it's easy to get lost in this place." the elder finished. "Know just what you mean. Been living here a few years now and I still sometimes lose my way."
The two horses shared a concerned look. "And you made the trip here at your age?"
"Yeah, I can't imagine those...those rotten apples would have left you in a good traveling state."
The griffon let out a hearty laugh. Or as hearty as a laugh as he could. "Naw. I wasn't anybird's slave. I moved here from up north."
"So, if you weren't a slave... what are you doing here?" The blue pony asked. "Isn't this place kind of just one big refugee camp?"
"Cause the Emperor asked." the griffon answered. "He sent out word that he wanted anybird who could to teach these folk to come down here and show them how to make an honest living."
"But aren't you a little...old?" The pink mare asked. Her companion gave her a quick smack to the back of her head.
"Gregor Rockwing isn't goin to let old age stop him from aiding the empire!" the elderly bird declared. "It couldn't stop me a decade ago when Sombra attacked the Empire and it's not goin-" the griffon's rant was interrupted by a coughing fit.
"You sure about that?" the mare asked as she and her friend rushed to his side and guided him to a bench.
"As much as I want to be, no." Gregor replied with a shake of his head. "Not much left for an old feather duster like me to do anymore, anyways."
"Are...Are you going to be okay getting home?" the blue pony asked.
"Yeah." Gregor waved them off with his wing. "My place ain't too far from here. Besides, don't you too have a friend to be looking for?"
"I-If you say so..." The mare said as she exchanged a worried glance at her companion.
It took a bit more shooing to finally get the pair to leave and take care of their own business. Gregor let out a tired sigh as he turned his gaze skyward, to the wild blue yonder that his aged body couldn't travel any more.
What a life he had. The madness of Discord and then his fall, the Griffon's uniting once more, Sombra and his abominations, the rebuilding of the Crystal City, the fracturing of Maretopia. So much had he lived through.
That settled it. Tomorrow he was getting on the first train back to the Empire. He only had a few years left in him, and he was going to spend those with his family.