David wrote:"My guard is not for discretion, but instead for humility," speaks the cowled one. A sigh and the striped hoof reveals a zebra stallion from beneath, "Good evening. Now that we have all been introduced, Your friend's stall's location you should produce. I do not enjoy the loud noise of the festival, and would rather be straight on my way." He reaches back and dips snout into a saddle pouch, producing a small broach, "The gift, yours, if we can make this swift."
The androgynous zebra smiled. "Well met, cousin, and good evening to you."
Glyph Reader wrote:"Thank you sir. This ways we go!" Immediately, Glyph goes off in the direction of Fenrold's apple stand. On the inside, he is extremely excited; this was shaping up to be like one of his fantasy novels! In fact, if his knowledge of fantasy stories was correct, they would arrive and find an epic battle taking place, with Fenrold and a mysterious stranger crossing swords! Of course, this was real life, not just fantasy...
She/he turned to the colt. "And I believe I'd like to come along, too." His/her eyes narrowed. "You gave me a fright, with that impromptu flight." She/he fell into step behind the colt, green eyes flicking hither and thither for any threats.