[h3][center]~~Ebon Shael~~[/center][/h3]

[@Shoryu][@Ninja]

Ah...wait...

Did....

Did the quadruped not understand her?

Gasp

"Oh woeful day! I have met a new species for studying and yet knowledge is not to be had!" In a rather overly dramatic fashion, Shael brushed the back of her hand against her forehead. "Oh sweet twilight, thou art cruel! Keeping the delicious bosom of understanding from me!" More importantly, though, that robot said something quite rude in their native tongue. It was obviously a mispronunciation since it didn't seem to be completely understanding what they were saying.

However - she did recognize its language! Why, it was english! Was this a human robot?

"Ah, robot! Do you kiss your creator with that foul mouth of yours or-" She giggled in near-perfect english, but before she could finish her joke, the ground shook beneath them, causing her to stumble lightly. Shael's eyes immediately flicked from the two others and then towards the door of the castle as Zecora had done. Well that wasn't right at all, was it? That didn't feel like a natural phenomena. Natural earthquakes were far more chaotic feeling than that - that one felt calculated. Or rather, artificial. Was something large trashing around somewhere?

well, no matter.

"Hmm, has our Quadruped friend here not had sustenance in awhile?"

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[h3][center]~~The Wreck of the Eventide~~[/center][/h3]

Not far away back at the wreck, Jessiel was busy taking inventory of how much supplies they had left. Five of the 13 Ebon remaining were on guard duty, leaving just eight left for physical labor, inventory, and doing what repairs they could. Honestly? It wasn't looking good. They didn't have the parts or resources able to repair the Eventide. Sure, they had a replicator, but it was for smaller scale things. Ammo, clothing, weapons...not an industrial sized one.

"Lord Jessiel." A voice interrupted him from his calculations, a quiet hum in his head from the guards telepathic abilities.

"Likely native organic spotted. Approaching the ship."

"I'll handle it. Observe and remain on standby in case hostilities ensue." With that, Jessiel turned his head in the direction of Astral Gleam. The crew hadn't made any effort to hide themselves, after all, they had little reason too for the moment. They were working under the assumption there weren't to be any hostile parties involved, after all. Slowly Jessiel turned to face the native Pony who was approaching their ship.

Upon seeing Astral Gleam, Jessiel observed quietly for a few moments. Quadrupedal. Intelligent seeming...mastery of magic? That horn looked like a conduit, much like their own bodies were used to channel less physical energies.

"...friend or foe?" Jessiel asked bluntly. "The Ebon have no desire for conflict. Merely study."

Of course, All Astral Gleam would hear was several low hums and chimes, as if the creature was singing something. Astral Gleam would quite quickly realize that the wreck still had a fair number of Ebon scavenging supplies from the ship. For the most part though, none of them seemed hostile.

He might recognize something moving at the edges of his vision just out of sight beyond the dense trees of the Everfree - the five Ebon working on guard duty were already moving into position if this creature was hostile in any way.