My Little Gwangi: Fighting is Magic

Even if Ambrose had stated his discontent about New York, the foal would have ignored it. She spent a majority of her childhood hearing that she was scum and should go back to Ireland, even though she was born here. The Irish were so hated that they often were barred from certain parts of the city. Usually it was shops and jobs. The fact she was being disliked as a northern was new. But she was too excited to even care as Gizmo skidded into town.

A giant cloud of desert dirt covered the ponies, but Ide didn't seem to mind. Gizmo came to a grinding halt just as Henry came stumbling over. The large beast snorted and lowered his head in threat. The little foal gave a whinny hopped off her mount, shaking the dust off in the process. "Hey mis'tah!" the girl called as Henry approached Ambrose and herself, "'Ave ye seen this pony?" She somehow managed to whip the photograph and hold it out for the drunkard to see. For her a drunken pony was a harmless idiot. She grew up around them and so no harm in the angry stallion before her.

Hindrick frowned and looked back to Rey. "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel like something bad is going to happen," he mumbled and walked back down to where they were working. It wasn't but five minutes later when shouts were heard from the street and a ranger flew by. Hindrick looked up, mildly confused. Something was going on in town.

Well, that was it. His only escape was to slink away to the nearby manor and try and find some far away room to lay low in. "Aye, he's staying up in town in that big inn," Ambrose claimed in a wise tone, nodding knowingly. He was hopeful for a moment that this would distract all three other ponies long enough for him to back away into the crowd, but it was no use. As soon as he began to lift a hindleg to backpace, the angry earth pony was gesturing at his face. Oh wonderful. Going silent, he began to make himself appear very innocent and mentally prepared a strategy for escape.

Rey was about to assure Hindrick that nothing bad was going to happen when he heard the sound of wingbeats and looked up to see the silhouette of a ranger circle above. The sight of pony in flight sent an ache up his mangled wing, again he pressed them tighter against his body. The pegasus above circled once, twice, three times, then flew off as suddenly as he came... that made an impression on Reinhardt. The fellow was scouting, and he'd seen something of interest up here on this roof. 'Ah'm not a guilty man,' Reinhardt repeated over and over in his head. What would a ranger want from him? Since he couldn't think of an answer, the next most rational thought was that they were being scouted by some raider who, seeing the state of the house and the fact that there were only two of them (one a cripple), thought them an easy target. 'Fear is the thought-killer,' he reminded himself, reaching calmly around to his hip and pulling his shotgun from his belt. Supporting the stock with his good wing and biting down on the modified grip, he calmly broadened his stance and prepared to fire either up or down depending on who came and from where. "Ah'd stand back," he suggested as calmly as if he were making a statement on the weather.

"Is there a problem Henry?" Silas asked, sounding more exasperated than angry. His friend always seemed to have a grudge against something.

Henry had been meawhile staring at Ambrose and pawing at the ground like he was prepared to barrel him over, he looked somewhat embarrassed for a moment hearing Silas speak. He glared at Ambrose for a second longer before stepping back from the group, he had decided wisely that picking a fight in front of a lawman and a kid was not his best idea.

"I'll see yer later Silas." he mumbled with some annoyance, "ma'am.." he tipped his hat to the girl and swaggered off down the thoroughfare without further incident.

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Silas gave Henry a subtle nod and turned to follow Ide, walking slightly behind Ambrose so that he could keep an eye on everything that was going on.

Ide only looked back briefly to see the ranger and the blonde pony had followed her. It seemed she would not shake them loose. But she was at the mansion. If she could find her father, they would have to leave her be. it wasn't that she didn't like them, they were terribly nice. But she wasn't a little foal. She had gotten here all by herself, she had buried her mother, she had done all those things and she wasn't going to be treated like child after all that.

Puffing up her chest she looked at the looming mansion. It was in a terrible state, but she could tell there had been recent work on it. That's when she saw two ponies come from around the corner of the house. Suddenly all the doubt she held one her way out here came crashing down on her. Would he father accept her? Would he even remember her mother? Would he even care?

The filly looked down at the dirt, stopping suddenly. She had to do this. She had to just come out and say it. Looking up she trotted over to the pair, noting the differences from how Hindrick looked in his picture and how he looked now. She also noted the strange pattern on Rey's coat, but thought nothing more of it. She stood as tall and proud as she could.

Hindrick at this point was looking around in the most confused state he had ever been in. The buck looked at the youth in front of him, then to Ambrose and the Ranger. He had to admit that there was something about that filly. She looked slightly familiar. No, it couldn't be. Hindrick furrowed his brow as the foal began to speak. That accent and way of speech, no it couldn't be.

"Mistah' Rospev," She began, trying her hardest not to break down, "Ah've come all ta' way from New'Ork ta tell ye sometang." Ide moved over to Gizmo, who was snorting angrily at Rey and Hindrick. She removed something from one of the side pockets and presented it to Hindrick. "It's from me mammy."

The letter was sealed in an envelope with the handwriting Hindrick had known many years ago. He's never forget it. The unicorn took the letter, opened it slowly and scanned it. If a pony could go pale, Hindrick would have as his eyes trailed down the letter. At one point he gulped and looked at Ide. Ide sat there, awaiting judgement, her heart beating a thousand miles an hour, or so she guessed. When Hindrick finished the letter, he promtly shooved it back in and placed it in his coat jacket.

"So you're my-"
"Yes."
"And Sybil- Your mother is-"
"Yes."
"You came all the way here from New york?"
"Yes."
"Good lord... I... need a minute," The pony stared at Ide and sat on his hindquarters. How could this be happening? Why did she never tell him? How could she have hid it from him? He would have done something, helped her, helped them. The dappled buck took a few moments to think before the sudden stress crashed on him and a simply fainted. He fell backwards and landed on his side with a poof of dust.

Ide let out a yell and looked to all three of the adults there. "AH KILT 'IM! 'AH DIDNA MEAN TA," the filly hopped around and rushed towards the fallen pony. Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes. She nudged Hindrick before plopping her hindquarters on the ground and letting out a wail, "Ah dun want ta' be an orphan!"

(( I leave you guys with this, sorry for the lack of interaction with everyone else. D: After this Ide is going to be bugging everyone. ))