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.”

“Well, I’m not quite sure how much it weights. My guess is about twenty kilograms not counting cuirass and helmet. As for shaking, I suspect it’s most effective when the chainmail is soaked. But you’re the engineer here, so… guess it will be easier anyway if you attach a couple of handles to that armorhanger.”

“Only twenty kilos? I’d swear it looks much heavier. I think even I could wear this then… Anywho, I have a nice idea for the hanger, but first” he takes out a notepad and a tape measure from his bag “stand straight and still for a moment”

Griffpony grins and stands at attention, letting Pewny measure him. “When we’re done, you can try my armor on, if you want. I’m only slightly bigger than you, so it’d still fit you, more or less.”

Pewny draws a stick-griffon in the notepad and writes a series of numbers around it “Try on your armor? Are you sure you wouldn’t mind that?”