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, those aren’t wing-sized. Just small enough to be concealed in feathers when not in use. But still, that’s some nasty surprise.”

Hippogriff steps back.

“Looking good, Pewny! Can you walk in it?”

“Oh. Good. Good. Though, a blade covering the wings on top… that could be quite a weapon.”

The (now) super heavy stallion carefully tries to move forward. He seems to keep his balance, barely, but mostly only because he moves carefully.

Vindicar walks next to him, just in case. When he spots a small mirror, he picks it up and levitates it in front of armored pegasus.

“Here, take a look!”

Pewny looks into the mirror then turns to side “Wooow… That actually looks pretty cool” Then he tries to open his wing and looks at that “It really is a great thing with those covers moving back like this”