The hippogriff can hear the pony’s voice from inside “Coming!” and a few seconds later the door opens “Oh. Hey there Vindicar.”
"Makes sence for me. I do think it can handle soap, though. Should we try it out?"
"Sure, I have an air pump so we can do just that."
Vindicar nods, standing up. “Okie. I’ll be back in about forty minutes or so.”
And indeed, in less then hour armored hippogriff lands heavily in front of Pewny’s workshop, panting heavily. “Damn, I need more practice of flyign in that thing.”
The armor seems to match the description, dark blued steel chainmail overlaid with series of blue metal plates, forming stripes on the sides, belly, and back. The chest area is covered by a simple cuirass, but there are some sort of wing covers on the sides that might require extra attention. The helmet is strapped to Vindicar’s side and not seen clearly from where pegasus is standing.
The heavy landing can be clearly heard inside the workshop, making the stallion walk out and look at the armor “My my, that’s quite the piece of work you have there, V”