vindicarthehippogriff:

pewnypl:

vindicarthehippogriff:

pewnythepony:

The hippogriff can hear the pony’s voice from inside “Coming!” and a few seconds later the door opens “Oh. Hey there Vindicar.”

“I guess so,” birdpony spreads his foreclaws as wide as he can. “Just try not to blow me away as well.”

The stallion laughs and says “If it was THIS strong, I would never be able to hold it up!” after which he turns on the contraption, a loud noise coming from the machine, as a powerful stream of air blows from the hose. He brings it to the armor and slowly goes up and down along it, trying to blow over all of it. Twice.

Vindicar shakes the chainmail slightly, ensuring all of it’s surface has been dried. “Now, looks pretty good from there! What do you think?”

Pewny looks at the armor, squinting his eyes a bit “Hmmm… Seems alright here. I’d say that this method worked quite well.”