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The two guards stood back and watched Becky approach one of the supply stations with Gilda in tow. Some of the staff greeted her, which was to be expected. She seemed to converse with them in some friendly banter while pulling a few vials out of a pocket from her lab coat.
“You think it’s strange that only some of the mares close to the humans get to use that amazing perfume?” The bat pony guard asked. “You think maybe it’s a human-exclusive item, like their alcohol?”
The unicorn guard sniffed the air again, then thought about the question for a moment before giving up.
“I wouldn’t know. My squad kept getting assigned to positions away from the humans at first, after we finally made it over to Ponyville. Then we were stuck behind protecting the civilians while you were all in the Everfree during the battle. I haven’t even had any alcohol yet.”
Together, they watched Becky take a bottle of rubbing alcohol and pour it into three of the vials, recap them, then drop them in a trash bin. All the while, she kept her conversation going with the staff who were looking over Gilda’s wing. Clearly, Gilda was growing more frustrated with every drawn-out moment they took, but a moment of relief finally came when Becky reached over and helped pull back some of the plumage, allowing a small tuff of feathers to fall into the same bin she had discarded her vials into.
Curious, the unicorn asked, “Is it true what they say about her hands? They don’t look all that different from a dragon’s or an Abyssinian’s limbs, minus the claws. The minotaurs have it worse with their hooves on the tips of the nubs for grabbing. Had one grab me before. Not at all pleasant.”
While Becky was dumping the last two test tubes in the trash and finishing up with the staff, the bat pony guard shared his thoughts on the matter.
“I’ve yet to feel her touch, but my brothers and sisters swear by it. She’s a miracle worker. I’ve seen my brothers with broken bones and bloodied faces, their screams all calmed by her hands… Warriors like the brave Cerberus fought with us to rend the timberwolves to rubble and the echoes to scattered glass… But Becky mended our bodies and saved us from death.”
The bat pony guard took a moment to admire Becky from afar. Her every carefree motion was one he held in reverence before taking a deep breath and sighing in admiration at what he held in sight.
“You are lucky to be among us, brother. A new age is upon us, and we who guard the remaining Stranded Seven will forge the path to a greater tomorrow. We must be better than we were in the Everfree.”
“Never again,” the unicorn guard replied.
“Never again,” the bat pony answered back.
Finally finished with destroying her evidence, as well as assisting Gilda, Becky returned to her two guards.
“Okay. I’m ready to go. Let’s grab Midnight and head back to the castle.”
Again, not my best work with the guards here. I kept on getting very inconsistent output from the promts. Had to make due, but it’s still a nice touch.
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