Quiles

Sandstorm walked up to thunderdash and dumped a white robe on him, arranging it into a hood and cloak. He repeated this with the other two and went around readjusting packs and canteens to more evenly distribute weight "We are about to hit the desert proper, and if we are to stay healthy we must pick up the pace to reach an oasis I know by the day proper, there we can rest during the middle of the day and continue tonight. The robes will help you blend in and keep the heat off you, if we run into any saddle arabian troops, I would suggest letting me handle diplomacy"

Sandstorm finished up his conversation with a few simple word "I understand your pain, the ponies I think of as mother and father are not my real parents, and I yearn for understanding of who I really am. Its why I'm here, the princess told me I could find my answers on this journey, I hope she is right" 30 minutes later Sandstorm gathers a few choice fruits, he knew there will be plenty more to find, he believed they will run into familiar desert soon. He noticed goldseek's lack of response despite an impressive fanfair, closing his eyes he concentrates the air inside the bugle. "Try that again young one, It will be louder this time, Much louder" OOC: Thunder-dash mate, can we get a little warning when you are gonna fast forward? Better yet, can you maybe check in with us before you fast-foward like that, just to let us finish up conversations and what not

Sandstorm draws a blank, he isn't used to dealing with this sort of stuff. He collected his thoughts and began. He slowly walked up and put a wing over her. "I will not speak of this to others for now. I personally hold no grudge against your kind, so long as you do not try to feed on me. This mission is more important than any petty squabbles and I plan to keep it that way. However, if there is anything else you are hiding, now would be an excellent time to release it- holding such things in will eat you from the inside and I will do my best not to judge"

Sandstorm dropped to the ground behind her as she was walking without disturbing a single grain of sand before speaking, just loud enough for Shining Star to hear. "And I thought your kind had perfect control over your forms, perhaps I was mistaken, we don't often see your kind around in pony lands for good reason"

Sandstorm had watched the little filly get up in the night and wander off into the darkness. Silently he manipulated the wind around his wings to glide over to where two figures stood talking without a sound. There he changed the air currents again. Wafting the sound of thier voices up to him. He listened in as they spoke, watched with a raised eyebrow as Shining Star changed back and forth, then silently followed her back to camp and settled back into his tree for the rest of the night, re-establishing the motion sensing air currents around the camp.

Sandstorm settled in one of the nearby fruit trees, taking a couple of apples and mangoes up with him and began to keep watch. He had slept in short snatched on the flight over and as a result was prepared to stay up all night and keep watch. Oasis' like this were a rare commodity in the desert, and the chances of running into someone else here were much higher than elsewhere. He started up a gentle breeze in the surrounding area, keeping tuned to the shifts in current, watching for subtle changes that would indicate movement around the camp.

Eyeing the fleeing filly with some reluctance and intrigue at the colour change and her sudden disappearance. "Lovely, I probably will not be able to count on her if a situation gets too messy" he thought to himself. Out loud he spoke to Thunder-dash "If we get caught in a warzone, I can teach you three to dress like saddle-arabians, which should result in a safe passage"

No. Not in the slightest, and anyone who tries to claim otherwise is telling complete crap. The number of scholars who claim to know of a link, then proceed to miscite studies and make up information is incredible, I have yet to see legitimate science showing this at all.

"Hold on" Sandstorm stated, and strode into the throne room. He and the princess began to converse, voices hushed, before he came striding back out, a frown on his face "Lets go, I tire of Canterlot" He took a glance at the map Thunderdash was holding "Ah, we will pass through my homeland, perhaps we may be able to stop for a few days, my father and mother would be pleased to see me"

Sandstorm raised an appraising eye "Be careful with such magic, it have heard it has the tendency to cease functioning after some time" he turned back to Goldseek "And floored-one is a term of respect where I am from, along with winged-one and horned-one, It means one who is stronger and more durable than the rest. In Canterlot they tend to use the term "earth pony". However, if it be your wish, I will refrain from the term"

Sandstorm wordless trotted over to Goldseek and patted him on his bare wingless side "Its a little more complex than that thunder-dash, we have a floored one here in need of transport" pausing for a moment he considered this problem "I can take him, I may not be the fastest of flyers but I am a strong one, should he deign this acceptable" Sandstorm turned to await Goldseek's response.

Sandstorm merely nodded briefly "Sandstorm. and While all royals are alicorns, all alicorns are not royal, though I know so little of my origins I cannot speak for myself, perhaps I am royal" this little joke to himself provoked a small smile "If everyone is here, and ready to go we can be off"

"I was referring to the fact that you are merely a filly. What Celestia believes she is achieving sending one so young into peril is beyond me" He snorted and pawed at the ground "For a wise ruler, her decisions sure seem to defy much logical thinking".

"Your mane is fine. Your size is not" Sandstorm "And the flight to saddle Arabia takes fifteen days and thirteen hours, assuming one stops at various towns for supplies and sleeps at most six hours a night" He glanced around at the ponies around them "Where exactly is this treasure hunter?"

Sandstorm glanced over, taking in her diminutive form with a glance. "Sandstorm, and I personally would love to ask the same question" with just a hint of annoyance. "And taking of Properly is the hardest part, once landing is mastered that becomes nothing but routine" OOC: Not trying to be actively contradictory for the sake of it, just a little bit to set him up as a little skeptical

I wouldn't mind being interviewed, could be a cool experience and will hopefully let me give back to the community in another form, so sign me up!

It does bad stuff to the human mind to interrupt REM sleep. thus if you are going to go to sleep, you should always sleep for less than 45 minutes or at least, I think it is.... 6 hours or something. Please keep in mind I'm not an actual neurologist, I just read this stuff

You have more stuff to catch up on is all! also because its getting REALLY lax right now.... Seriously people. Link the video. Its traditional!

Good god, the forums needs an official welcomer or something because people are NOT DOING THE JOB PROPERLY!!! DERE we go! Also Sigs? Um well you have to have one made, either draw it yourself, or there are a ton of free ones in the creative part of the forums, or many people will make you a sig for free.

Sandstorm mentally catalogued this information for later. "I have a few talents of my own. My skill with my scythe is unparalleled, and as a result I find advanced telekinesis easy. I also manipulate the winds. My flying is.. slow, but highly agile. My mark represents my mastery of the winds and I represent thier speed"

Sandstorm stared blankly at the offered hoof before remembering this equestrian tradition. He tentatively took the proffered limb and shook it once, firmly. "Yes, the treasure hunter and the child, yes? If only mother could see me now" Sandstorm's mood darkened as he remembered his other travelling companions, at least the Pegasus in front of him should be competent. However Celestia had her ways of pairing odd groups together and he suspected something else was afoot here. "I am a little saddened we will not be staying longer, I have been trying for a proper audience with the princess for a while now, but alas she is always busy"

Sandstorm was in a bit of a mood. He was extremely elated that something was finally happening. After what seemed like months of waiting for the response to his application to the royal guard, he had been approached by Celestia and Luna herself and sked to be on the team of a special mission. He was getting a little annoyed by the fact that he had to travel to ponyville and then back to canterlot, when he could have just remained where he was in the first place. Also, while he was away, he would have no time to try to ask one of the princesses about his origins, and why out of nearly all the ponies he had met, he alone had both horn and wings. After more than a few hours sitting in a train car he was already getting a bit antsy, so when the train finally ceased movement and the doors rolled open Sandstorm was already out with his scythe and other supplies on his back. Unfolding his wings, he soared into the open sky and soon located ponyville town square. Touching down gently as he spotted the pony supposedly leading this whole thing, he meandered over. "You must be thundedash. Sandstorm"

There was this little game I used to play when I was younger, Lord of the Rings, battle for middle earth two. It was a simple RTS, but had a cool little feature where you could design your own hero unit. I made an elf hero called, on a whim, Quiles. And the name stuck