Weaving a Magical Silver Silk Friendship (1x1 with Princess Silky)

[Silver Slate]

@Princess Silky

The cold wind blew through Silver’s grey coat as he stepped outside, having just purchased some supplies for the road ahead. Ever the adventurer, the daring kirin had just finished a climbing expedition through Ghastly Gorge, and then proceeded to trek through the Everfree Forest before stopping quickly in Ponyville before heading to the next place of interest. However, the weather seemed to have different plans in mind, a torrential downpour having started mere minutes ago. Now he was on the lookout for some place to temporarily hold up, as he hurriedly went off in a random direction, keeping his emerald green eyes on alert for anyplace he could use for shelter.

A few minutes of galloping later brought him to a forested area just outside of town. Here, it didn’t appear that anypony frequented the area. Silver took note of the overgrown pathways and tall weeds as he took a moment to dry off under one of the larger trees he found nearby. The forest may provide some relief from the rain, but the wind still howled through the trees dreadfully. He took off once more, hoping to find some sort of abandoned cabin he could weather the storm out in. As if on cue, Silver spotted such a place coming up on his left and made a beeline for the front door. He cautiously looked around for any signs of somepony having been around recently and found nothing. Just to be safe, he knocked on the door a few times before entering, finding the door to be unlocked.

He slowly walked through the cottage, still being alert of anycreature that could have decided to make this place their new home. But the only noises he heard were his own hoofsteps, and the quiet pattering of rain on the roof. Being a kirin, the darkness of the house posed no real issue, as he easily produced a small flame that adequately lit up his surroundings. The place had clearly been abandoned by the owner, judging by the complete lack of furniture, food, and the amount of dust that accumulated on the mantle of the great fireplace that occupied the middle of the cottage’s only room. A few small logs that had been left inside allowed the kirin to get a fire going and at the very least, warm himself up. Yes, this would do quite nicely until the storm moved on.