{Fem!Emeril, {v: poptarts & griffons/three's a crowd}} Emeril staggered. The teleporation had taken all of her energy and what felt like magic. Perhaps as Almas she might be able to manage more. But as soon as escaping Tsalast's clutches, Almas had reverted back to the gentler, kinder alter who now sought out the help of someone she knew would not turn her in or stare with too much disgust. She reached Gordon's house and rang the bell. She sat, unable to stand for long.
It had been an eventful night; what with Gordon practically pacing the floor. Even after the initial shock of Starlight having lied to his face, his whole worry had been so focused on trying to find Emeril. It was a secret search - going between Ponyville and Canterlot, taking long flights to sweep the areas over and over again, hoping for one single g;ance of where his former physician had turned up.Even if Emeril held a killer personality inside him, the more kinder was still a very much living, equine being. One worthy of care, and of justice.The minute that perhaps Gordon found Emeril turned up on the doorstep; not only would shock find him, but relief, as well as confusion. How did the shadhavar break out from his- ...her? - captor’s clutches so easily.Either way, no time was wasted. The two paws began to usher in Emeril before closing the door to the outside world.
