I can’t say that I’ve met many. Most recently was one named Furious Intestines, or something like that. With all that’s happened it’s hard to keep names stra- later, Powder!

Anyways. One night he was drunk out of his feathery head, and the next day he took it upon himself to demonstrate his namesake. Still don’t know how he managed to almost eviscerate himself with a sword clutched in his talons, but it happened! Then he got blown up.

So, ah, not favorable? Small sample size precludes drawing larger conclusions, though, so all I can say is that one particular griffin (-in? -on? Does anyone care about spelling in the wasteland?) did not much impress me.

Now, should I- I said ‘later,’ Pow- ow- ow-kay, then! Latergottago!

Ashen, the “Ask Anonymously” option is just below the center of the ask box. For a pony so oddly excited about computer terminals that’s a pretty rookie mistake.

That said, Ashen Ward is a somewhat confused if, I think, ultimately good pony. Looks pretty in pink, too.

I grew up with a caravan, and read while walking. Not much time for it otherwise—Mom always had to get to the next town, the next deal. My first science text, taken from a half-ruined school in a Manehattan suburb. It was a wonderful book. I wish I still had it…

But anyways, I was reading it for the first time, the section on elements. Not Loyalty or Honesty, but hydrogen, oxygen, and so on. Did you know that we breathe water? Not just little bits of vapor, but its components! I mean, anypony knows you can’t breathe water, but we do! And clouds are water, and water is part of the air, so it’s really all the same stuff! Sort of!

…then I tripped into a mud puddle. The book was fine—it flew clear. When Papa cleaned me off I had my mark, the lovely erlenmare flask. Never been able to figure out what that green stuff’s supposed to be…