04-26-2017, 08:42 PM
Nathan and Ventus come upon a charred wasteland, just over a hill from the main path. At first, Nathan's stomach sinks - is this the fault of the wayward Ponyta?
Upon closer inspection, it looks like this fire burned long, long ago. Somehow, Nature has not recovered.
Another Survivalist is here, gathering ashes and mumbling to himself.
"Gotta get ashes...make glass...make that music...what fire is hot enough? Fire horse is hot enough....aye, aye, that would do it, horse will help... hope it doesn't et a' me deyo..."
He keeps glancing in a certain direction as he says this. You aren't sure what that last bit means, but the hint is clear enough.
You follow his footprints through the ash in the direction he inadvertently indicated. There you find the large Ponyta, its halter a charred ruin. It has one hoof stabbed through a burned picnic basket, tromping around comically from plant to plant. It is eating the beautiful spring flowers, but avoiding a certain very strange flower with shiny, translucent petals, which is scattered here and there among the daisies.
Ponyta recognizes you and trots casually back into the daisy meadow, away from you. The flowers wilt as it goes.
Current project:
http://fringehikers.com/
Tabletop RPG PokeRole: http://pokemonuranium.co/forum/showthread.php?tid=789
"I encourage Sceptile to branch out."
http://fringehikers.com/
Tabletop RPG PokeRole: http://pokemonuranium.co/forum/showthread.php?tid=789
"I encourage Sceptile to branch out."



