You turn away and hide your face as blood rushes to your cheeks. Flirt…? With them? You’ve never done that before. Certainly not with another mare, let alone two!

You steal a glance toward the pegasus. She’s smiling; must think this is still part of the act. She seems athletic, which is normal. Pegasus often are. Her mane and stance are somewhat… What’s the word? Butch? That’s a little crass… Oh well, it’ll have to do. Not like she can hear your thoughts.

You try to catch a glimpse of the unicorn, but all you see is her behind. It’s… nice? Ugh… This is stupid. You just aren’t attracted to either of them. However… The unicorn’s posture, the space between her steps; it’s not natural. She’s concentrating on her movements, as though she’s trying to conceal something about herself. You could be wrong, but you’re pretty good at this sort of thing.

You shake it off for now and trot up to and past the pegasus, giving a generic, informal salutation, as though you’ve done it a hundred times before. The pegasus seems willing to play along. The unicorn turns back with widened eyes. When you give her the same treatment, she reverts back to that annoyed look of hers and continues on, following behind you. The three of you head through the sizable doorway into the structure.

You were right. A large table sits as the prominent feature of the room. The figure you thought was a third pony was a large chair on the other end of the table. In fact, there’s lots of smaller chairs too, but you couldn’t make them out before. Looking around at some of the shelves, carvings on the walls, decorative weaponry, something stands out to you. You’re not huge on history, but these fixtures definitely look foreign.

The other two ponies pass you while you take in the room and head around the table to the other side of the hall.