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Kelmeed accepted the robe, stuffing it in the pack before shaking his head.

"Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice abandoning my title." He chuckled, stepping out of Sticks' way so she could lead. "Then people say things like that and I'm reminded why I did."

The heavy clump of hooves filled the air-tired, bored, and entirely fed up with carrying his gear, Kelmeed stopped and let out a deep groan. With a clank the wrapped armor and travel pack hit the sand with a thump. The draft-horse plopped down beside his gear, catching sight of a house in the distance, and a certain badger wedged in the door frame.

Well it was less of a house and more so a hut, mainly because it was a hut. And that hut belonged to none other than the rather paranoid badger, Sticks; Known all too well for her crazy conspiracy theories and her bottom heavy figure!... More so her theories, cause she talks about them a LOT. Anyway, the main reason that said brown-orange skinned female was stuck in the doorway was because she never really bothered with getting someone to expand the doorways of her home; Claiming that they're there to just, and I quote, "here to place spy cameras in our homes so the aliens can spy on us!"

Other than that, even though it looked like the crazed girl was getting closer and closer to freeing herself, best go help her just in case?

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"Good. Last time I got dragged on Telmach's trips I was stuck on a caldera for five days."

He snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Mind leading me to the town? I'm not from this...continent?" He paused, thinking. "I hope it continent this time."

He waited for Sticks response, memories of past debacles between both him and Telmach leaving Kelmeed rather annoyed.

The flick of his tail definitely didn't help the stallion appear any less...threatening...at the moment.

The heavy clump of hooves filled the air-tired, bored, and entirely fed up with carrying his gear, Kelmeed stopped and let out a deep groan. With a clank the wrapped armor and travel pack hit the sand with a thump. The draft-horse plopped down beside his gear, catching sight of a house in the distance, and a certain badger wedged in the door frame.

Well it was less of a house and more so a hut, mainly because it was a hut. And that hut belonged to none other than the rather paranoid badger, Sticks; Known all too well for her crazy conspiracy theories and her bottom heavy figure!... More so her theories, cause she talks about them a LOT. Anyway, the main reason that said brown-orange skinned female was stuck in the doorway was because she never really bothered with getting someone to expand the doorways of her home; Claiming that they're there to just, and I quote, "here to place spy cameras in our homes so the aliens can spy on us!"

Other than that, even though it looked like the crazed girl was getting closer and closer to freeing herself, best go help her just in case?

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"I swear to the House of Gol'..." Kelmeed muttered before sighing.

"Any chance this Eggman will come here, or somewhere on land?"

He shouldered his pack, waiting for Sticks to answer.

The heavy clump of hooves filled the air-tired, bored, and entirely fed up with carrying his gear, Kelmeed stopped and let out a deep groan. With a clank the wrapped armor and travel pack hit the sand with a thump. The draft-horse plopped down beside his gear, catching sight of a house in the distance, and a certain badger wedged in the door frame.

Well it was less of a house and more so a hut, mainly because it was a hut. And that hut belonged to none other than the rather paranoid badger, Sticks; Known all too well for her crazy conspiracy theories and her bottom heavy figure!... More so her theories, cause she talks about them a LOT. Anyway, the main reason that said brown-orange skinned female was stuck in the doorway was because she never really bothered with getting someone to expand the doorways of her home; Claiming that they're there to just, and I quote, "here to place spy cameras in our homes so the aliens can spy on us!"

Other than that, even though it looked like the crazed girl was getting closer and closer to freeing herself, best go help her just in case?

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"Why would mole's...?" Kelmeed started, then stopped, closing his eyes and shaking his head in surrender before picking up his pack. "Nevermind, but could I ask a favor? My froend tends to get absorbed in his work, and I'm not sure where he went."

He reached into his pack and pulled out a small pamphlet with a familiar, big mustached logo dead center.

"He was coming here to collect...something...but he darted off before I could get my bearings." He handed it to Sticks, sighing. "Do you know where this is? Or at least who I need to talk to to find out who I'm looking for?"

The heavy clump of hooves filled the air-tired, bored, and entirely fed up with carrying his gear, Kelmeed stopped and let out a deep groan. With a clank the wrapped armor and travel pack hit the sand with a thump. The draft-horse plopped down beside his gear, catching sight of a house in the distance, and a certain badger wedged in the door frame.

Well it was less of a house and more so a hut, mainly because it was a hut. And that hut belonged to none other than the rather paranoid badger, Sticks; Known all too well for her crazy conspiracy theories and her bottom heavy figure!... More so her theories, cause she talks about them a LOT. Anyway, the main reason that said brown-orange skinned female was stuck in the doorway was because she never really bothered with getting someone to expand the doorways of her home; Claiming that they're there to just, and I quote, "here to place spy cameras in our homes so the aliens can spy on us!"

Other than that, even though it looked like the crazed girl was getting closer and closer to freeing herself, best go help her just in case?

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Kelmeed sighed, reaching back and scratching his head.

"Well, Telmach's not here. Which is why I am." He snorted, waving at the pack. "I was drunk and followed him. Woke up sleeping on a rock."

He looked Sticks up and down before reaching into the pack and pulling out a travelling robe.

"Here. You need it more then I do at the moment." Telmach said with a slight blush.

Poking out of the pack, and looking like a set of cans loaded into each other, was Kelmeeds lance; the entire pack seemed loaded with armor and the bits and bobs to keep everything in working condition, with a small group of pouches devoted to clothing and supplies.

The heavy clump of hooves filled the air-tired, bored, and entirely fed up with carrying his gear, Kelmeed stopped and let out a deep groan. With a clank the wrapped armor and travel pack hit the sand with a thump. The draft-horse plopped down beside his gear, catching sight of a house in the distance, and a certain badger wedged in the door frame.

Well it was less of a house and more so a hut, mainly because it was a hut. And that hut belonged to none other than the rather paranoid badger, Sticks; Known all too well for her crazy conspiracy theories and her bottom heavy figure!... More so her theories, cause she talks about them a LOT. Anyway, the main reason that said brown-orange skinned female was stuck in the doorway was because she never really bothered with getting someone to expand the doorways of her home; Claiming that they're there to just, and I quote, "here to place spy cameras in our homes so the aliens can spy on us!"

Other than that, even though it looked like the crazed girl was getting closer and closer to freeing herself, best go help her just in case?

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Kelmeed blinked, looking at the boomerang.

"...I'm Kelmeed of Throg." He started to hold out a hand then stopped. "And...no. Though a friend of mine might take you up on that offer. Telmach is a strange sort."

He dropped his pack slowly before raising both hands in mock surrender.

"Do you need help?"

The heavy clump of hooves filled the air-tired, bored, and entirely fed up with carrying his gear, Kelmeed stopped and let out a deep groan. With a clank the wrapped armor and travel pack hit the sand with a thump. The draft-horse plopped down beside his gear, catching sight of a house in the distance, and a certain badger wedged in the door frame.

Well it was less of a house and more so a hut, mainly because it was a hut. And that hut belonged to none other than the rather paranoid badger, Sticks; Known all too well for her crazy conspiracy theories and her bottom heavy figure!... More so her theories, cause she talks about them a LOT. Anyway, the main reason that said brown-orange skinned female was stuck in the doorway was because she never really bothered with getting someone to expand the doorways of her home; Claiming that they're there to just, and I quote, "here to place spy cameras in our homes so the aliens can spy on us!"

Other than that, even though it looked like the crazed girl was getting closer and closer to freeing herself, best go help her just in case?

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Kelmeed blinked, looking between the badger and his pack before shrugging, then kicking his legs to hop to his hooves.

As he approached he noticed the exact reason Sticks was stuck and had to resist the urge laugh-once a knight he may have been, but there's good reasons why Kelmeed was instead if is.

"Hail, lass!" He called, about ten feet away, "Looks as though you could use a bit of help?"

He also noted that while he had Sticks beat in height by about a foot, she certainly had him by weight thanks to the shear girth of he rump.

As it was, the nonexistant clothing she wore made him rethink his own pant's and gamberson more then the heat ever would.

"And...mayhaps a shirt?"

The heavy clump of hooves filled the air-tired, bored, and entirely fed up with carrying his gear, Kelmeed stopped and let out a deep groan. With a clank the wrapped armor and travel pack hit the sand with a thump. The draft-horse plopped down beside his gear, catching sight of a house in the distance, and a certain badger wedged in the door frame.

Well it was less of a house and more so a hut, mainly because it was a hut. And that hut belonged to none other than the rather paranoid badger, Sticks; Known all too well for her crazy conspiracy theories and her bottom heavy figure!... More so her theories, cause she talks about them a LOT. Anyway, the main reason that said brown-orange skinned female was stuck in the doorway was because she never really bothered with getting someone to expand the doorways of her home; Claiming that they're there to just, and I quote, "here to place spy cameras in our homes so the aliens can spy on us!"

Other than that, even though it looked like the crazed girl was getting closer and closer to freeing herself, best go help her just in case?

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(Sorry fpr the delay!)

Tessidae accepted the feeding, though the blush on her cheeks at Fluttershy's dotting made it clear she was very uncomfortable.

"I was going to say I can still freed myself..." she said, swallowing a mouthful of chocolate and cookie. "But...yeah I'm not going to try leaving anytime soon..."

Tessidae froze and nearly kicked herself, that little slip almost clear enough to ruin her plan-well, more then she already did. She coughed, her sudden reaction ending up with a few crumbs down her windpipe as she put her left hand to her chest.

With a tap of hooves on wood, Tessidae stood on a windowsill, one belonging to a certain butter yellow Pegasus she'd been told about. "Hm...Seabreeze said she was helpful..." she giggled, pulling her goggles up and grinning as she reached out and tapped on the glass. "Let's see how much~!" Before anyone could see her she tore her jacket and tackled the window frame to give herself a ruffed up look.

Well as Tessidae was doing these things, said pegasus was relaxing on a couch in her living room; Using her large yoga ball sized breasts to support a book that she was reading as of current. Though the moment that the grey-ish skinned Breezie hit the window with a little "Tink!" sound, the yellow skinned pegasi's ears perked up almost immediately; Followed by her getting up to her hooves and walking over to the window to see what had caused the sound in the first place.

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Tessidae resisted the urge to roll her eyes, barely, before sitting with her legs crossed; she was careful not to mover her arm, wincing as she moved it to her lap.

"I can..." she paused, trailing off as she decided not to complain.

With a hesitent 'Aaaah...' she opened her mouth and waited.

With a tap of hooves on wood, Tessidae stood on a windowsill, one belonging to a certain butter yellow Pegasus she'd been told about. "Hm...Seabreeze said she was helpful..." she giggled, pulling her goggles up and grinning as she reached out and tapped on the glass. "Let's see how much~!" Before anyone could see her she tore her jacket and tackled the window frame to give herself a ruffed up look.

Well as Tessidae was doing these things, said pegasus was relaxing on a couch in her living room; Using her large yoga ball sized breasts to support a book that she was reading as of current. Though the moment that the grey-ish skinned Breezie hit the window with a little "Tink!" sound, the yellow skinned pegasi's ears perked up almost immediately; Followed by her getting up to her hooves and walking over to the window to see what had caused the sound in the first place.

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"Maybe something to drink?" Tessidae winced, mentally berating herself over her tackle. "And something to eat if it isn't too much..."

With a tap of hooves on wood, Tessidae stood on a windowsill, one belonging to a certain butter yellow Pegasus she'd been told about. "Hm...Seabreeze said she was helpful..." she giggled, pulling her goggles up and grinning as she reached out and tapped on the glass. "Let's see how much~!" Before anyone could see her she tore her jacket and tackled the window frame to give herself a ruffed up look.

Well as Tessidae was doing these things, said pegasus was relaxing on a couch in her living room; Using her large yoga ball sized breasts to support a book that she was reading as of current. Though the moment that the grey-ish skinned Breezie hit the window with a little "Tink!" sound, the yellow skinned pegasi's ears perked up almost immediately; Followed by her getting up to her hooves and walking over to the window to see what had caused the sound in the first place.

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Tessidae perked up-Fluttershy seeingnher like one of her friends would make this a bit easier.

"Really? What's her name?" Tessidae grinned, standing up. "Ow!"

She flinched and rubbed her arm, the large bruise she'd given herself actually stinging a bit.

With a tap of hooves on wood, Tessidae stood on a windowsill, one belonging to a certain butter yellow Pegasus she'd been told about. "Hm...Seabreeze said she was helpful..." she giggled, pulling her goggles up and grinning as she reached out and tapped on the glass. "Let's see how much~!" Before anyone could see her she tore her jacket and tackled the window frame to give herself a ruffed up look.

Well as Tessidae was doing these things, said pegasus was relaxing on a couch in her living room; Using her large yoga ball sized breasts to support a book that she was reading as of current. Though the moment that the grey-ish skinned Breezie hit the window with a little "Tink!" sound, the yellow skinned pegasi's ears perked up almost immediately; Followed by her getting up to her hooves and walking over to the window to see what had caused the sound in the first place.

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"I-I'm Tessidae." She replied, smiling. "I'm kinda stuck here, didn't want to stay in our sanctuary...but I didn't count on birds..."

She pointedly looked up and out the window, feinging embarrassment. She was careful not to move her right arm as she stood, keeping uo the illusion she was injured, and sighed.

"Really didn't think this through."

With a tap of hooves on wood, Tessidae stood on a windowsill, one belonging to a certain butter yellow Pegasus she'd been told about. "Hm...Seabreeze said she was helpful..." she giggled, pulling her goggles up and grinning as she reached out and tapped on the glass. "Let's see how much~!" Before anyone could see her she tore her jacket and tackled the window frame to give herself a ruffed up look.

Well as Tessidae was doing these things, said pegasus was relaxing on a couch in her living room; Using her large yoga ball sized breasts to support a book that she was reading as of current. Though the moment that the grey-ish skinned Breezie hit the window with a little "Tink!" sound, the yellow skinned pegasi's ears perked up almost immediately; Followed by her getting up to her hooves and walking over to the window to see what had caused the sound in the first place.

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Tessidae blushed, coughing in surprise.

"I-It's fine!" She squeaked, smiling nervously. "It didn't bother me!"

She almost added a "you looked nice" before she caught how that would sound.

"S-So what are you gonna do?" Tessidae asked, holding her shoulder as her wings drooped.

With a tap of hooves on wood, Tessidae stood on a windowsill, one belonging to a certain butter yellow Pegasus she'd been told about. "Hm...Seabreeze said she was helpful..." she giggled, pulling her goggles up and grinning as she reached out and tapped on the glass. "Let's see how much~!" Before anyone could see her she tore her jacket and tackled the window frame to give herself a ruffed up look.

Well as Tessidae was doing these things, said pegasus was relaxing on a couch in her living room; Using her large yoga ball sized breasts to support a book that she was reading as of current. Though the moment that the grey-ish skinned Breezie hit the window with a little "Tink!" sound, the yellow skinned pegasi's ears perked up almost immediately; Followed by her getting up to her hooves and walking over to the window to see what had caused the sound in the first place.

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"O-Okay..." Tessidae whispered, in shock at the half naked mare. "Thank you-"

She'd expected a pony, just not...one like that. She absentmindedly reached up and touched her collar-having the presence of mind to use her left hand instead of her right- and watched as Fluttershy worked.

Tessidae thought, not sure how exactly she should go forward-on one hand, Fluttershy could be prime prank material, on the other, she was looking at a larger, brighter version of herself...

With a tap of hooves on wood, Tessidae stood on a windowsill, one belonging to a certain butter yellow Pegasus she'd been told about. "Hm...Seabreeze said she was helpful..." she giggled, pulling her goggles up and grinning as she reached out and tapped on the glass. "Let's see how much~!" Before anyone could see her she tore her jacket and tackled the window frame to give herself a ruffed up look.

Well as Tessidae was doing these things, said pegasus was relaxing on a couch in her living room; Using her large yoga ball sized breasts to support a book that she was reading as of current. Though the moment that the grey-ish skinned Breezie hit the window with a little "Tink!" sound, the yellow skinned pegasi's ears perked up almost immediately; Followed by her getting up to her hooves and walking over to the window to see what had caused the sound in the first place.

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Tessidae was on one knee-the impact didn't do any real damage, but faking it was the name of the game-and wobbled slightly, her right sleeve torn and spilling fluff.

On seeing Fluttershy see went wide eyed, wings flairing out with a crinkle.

"H-Hello?" She asked shakily, shifting back a bit.

With a tap of hooves on wood, Tessidae stood on a windowsill, one belonging to a certain butter yellow Pegasus she'd been told about. "Hm...Seabreeze said she was helpful..." she giggled, pulling her goggles up and grinning as she reached out and tapped on the glass. "Let's see how much~!" Before anyone could see her she tore her jacket and tackled the window frame to give herself a ruffed up look.

Well as Tessidae was doing these things, said pegasus was relaxing on a couch in her living room; Using her large yoga ball sized breasts to support a book that she was reading as of current. Though the moment that the grey-ish skinned Breezie hit the window with a little "Tink!" sound, the yellow skinned pegasi's ears perked up almost immediately; Followed by her getting up to her hooves and walking over to the window to see what had caused the sound in the first place.

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Armelia shot upright and turned, started slightly by Waterlilly's (not so) sudden appearance.

"Oh, thank you!" She smiled, scratching the back of her neck. "I'm glad you think so!"

Armored, feathered, and with big, meaty claws for hands, one wouldn't peg Armelia as a people person; even with a pair of breasts that'd put Celestia to shame. But, here she was, in a diner styled uniform just a bit to tight in the waist and bust, working in a bakery. As it was, she was carrying sacks of flour, the unnatural strength of a Pokemon mixing with her claws as an impromptu fork-lift. With a 'Hmph!' She plopped them down on the stack and admired her handy work, an organized storeroom.

And that bakery happened to be owned by a certain little Changeling known as Waterlilly, one of the non-reformed ones at that, which is a real big rarity to see! Not only that, but it was even rarer to see a non-reformed Changeling to be nice out of all things! But the sea blue haired woman was both of those things, probably much to Armelia's luck and probably some other feelings, but lets leave it at luck for now. Other than that however, whilst still in the middle of her work, the owner herself came into the storeroom as to check up on her employee and see how well she was doing with it all.

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Armelia didn't notice, counting stock and double checking the supplies on the shelves as Waterlilly approached.

Armored, feathered, and with big, meaty claws for hands, one wouldn't peg Armelia as a people person; even with a pair of breasts that'd put Celestia to shame. But, here she was, in a diner styled uniform just a bit to tight in the waist and bust, working in a bakery. As it was, she was carrying sacks of flour, the unnatural strength of a Pokemon mixing with her claws as an impromptu fork-lift. With a 'Hmph!' She plopped them down on the stack and admired her handy work, an organized storeroom.

And that bakery happened to be owned by a certain little Changeling known as Waterlilly, one of the non-reformed ones at that, which is a real big rarity to see! Not only that, but it was even rarer to see a non-reformed Changeling to be nice out of all things! But the sea blue haired woman was both of those things, probably much to Armelia's luck and probably some other feelings, but lets leave it at luck for now. Other than that however, whilst still in the middle of her work, the owner herself came into the storeroom as to check up on her employee and see how well she was doing with it all.