'Discreetly' going about town

It was not the first time Silver had been a wanted pony. He knew the drill and the precautions, but oddly enough this time, his bounty was more a private matter than a government one. The poster simply stated his capture or death for a hefty 40,000 bits, with promise of more for the former. It was no small amount to anypony and whoever put it up must have a lot of bits to spare. Silver noted where the poster said to go to get more information and determine who it was that posted the bounty when he had the chance.

For now, he did his usual thing and was passing through town, keeping an eye open for bit making opportunities and shady ponies. His hat was low over his eyes and a duster draped over him to hide his katana and the rest of his body, making him a bit harder to identify.

He strolled down a small street side, finding the much less trafficked and known saloon in town. He stopped just short of the entrance and looked about for any ponies that may have been following before entering. His first stop was the bartender.

"...Cider." He spoke in his deep voice more quietly than usual.

Stormy sat at the bar with grin on his face as he turned to yo with his foaming mug of cider and another mug filled with something making loud fizzy sound. The bar tender glad this poor fool had taken Stormy's interest off himself for he been dealing with this colt for a good two hours. It wasn't like enjoyed it, it just Stormy seem to somehow distract, make you say something you hadn't planned saying aloud, also that smile.....

"Excuse me good colt, might I ask you three questions? Each I promise totally in your power to fully answer and I ensure you that they shall not be anything to pressing nor boring."

His voice was whimsical and seem to fit together. Like he never had to think about what he was saying, like it came from someplace besides the brain, but had certain intelligent to it.

Silver winced as he was suddenly given attention by this loud and energetic colt. He let his eyes scan the area around him before finally going back to starring straight ahead. Several moments of silence went by as he sipped his cider.

"....I rather not." He uttered in his deep voice. Last thing he wanted was to attract more attention or let down his guard.

"Hh you'd rather not? Well then I shall not be the one to force you then! AHahahahahaahaha." Stormy lifted up a slip of paper as he looked to you then back to the paper before turning to the bartender. "Ale, my friend, my humble companion, I humbly ask you-" The colt behind the counter stuck a beer in stormy's mouth. "Ca'n ya tri' trimming down ale yer talkin' Storms? Just get to the freaking monkey colt."

Stormy grinned at his downed a few sips of that horrid drink. Stormy never was a beer lover. "Would you mind giving this gentleman a bottle of whatever it is that he wants. In exchange I'll no longer hold that solid over your head. I can tell it's been egging at ya."

"Storms... but that's hardly compensation fer what ya-" Stormy puts a hoof on his shoulder with wink. "This is equal."

The bartender turns to the older colt. "What can I get you? A bottle of anything." He said with a tone that made out that this is a lot more significant than it seemed.

Silver looked to his cider he already had already with him before looking to the bartender. It was a flat stare that looked like it was annoyed moreso than uncaring.

"....Ill take whiskey." He said, looking to Stormy. Still he erred on the side of caution. One does not simply buy a pony bottles of whiskey.

"What is it you want from me?" He said, keeping his sharp eyes on Stormy, ever so careful of his hooves and the ponies around him in the bar encase it was a trick to get him.

"Had I wanted something from you I would have looked for you long ago. Mr. Silver Spur. Though It would of been nice if you had decided to stick around." The whiskey slide down the counter to the colt, hopefully he catch it before it slides off the end.

Stormy had grave look on his face as he sipped the beer. "Father."

Upon hearing his full name, Silver turned to face Stormy in his seat, not giving him the most friendly of looks. At that moment he was ready to leap into action and fight off any bounty hunters that were after him. He was mindful of the whiskey as it slid his way, but just as it was about to reach him, Stormy dropped the bomb.

*Crash*

The bottle slid off the table and shattered. This was either a brilliant set up to catch him off guard, or he just heard news worse than his eminent demise. Silver liked to keep himself plain and level headed, but his eyes were looking wider than normal.

It did not take him long before he regained his sense and took a look around before sipping his cider again. "....Where did you hear that now?" Silver had many doubts to the truth if it were as simple as trotting up and claiming his parent.

Stormy set a paper on the table, not looking at him as he sipped the beer. The bartender shocked as Silver, making it toke a few moments before going to clean up the mess. He hadn't even heard the crash till much later, for his mind had created a delay.

"I assure you it isn't a lie. Every paper is legal and true. I wouldn't have asked every friend and pulled every string I have to track you down." From the window a large furry face with beaming yellow eyes gazed upon the seen before running off.

"Some strings almost worn." He sipped the beer before setting it down. "Awful."

Silver was not taking this very well. Tilting his head down, he hid his eyes from view under his hat. "You got the wrong pony..."

He turned to face forward, but he kept his attention on his peripherals. Silver knew he was a hard pony to find. And being found by this pony meant others might find him as well. Stormy may very well have got some ponies on his trail.

"You should leave this place...." He said before taking one more sip and getting up from his seat and heading for the door, caution about him.

Stormy seemed to be holding back something as he looked over at the colt. The colt hid his face with his hat as he declined what was clearly truth. "..Sadly I have the right pony I'm afraid."

The colt was just like Gale in the sense that he always looked everywhere except where he was. Trying to find anything out of place, or pony with the wrong kind eyes. He had tried to dig up as much as he could about this colt before he got here, but there wasn't much to say. The old man covered his tracks better than that a circus train platypus. Needless to say he was difficult to find.

Stormy stood up and follow him as he went to the door. "I came to ask you a few things and I have the unfortunate pleasure of not leaving your company until I have them."

Silver groaned and kept on making his way out. He carefully poked his head outside before walking the dusty sidewalk with Stormy following him.

Great. Can't get rid of him. This pony can't be related to me. He looks like a loon and wont shut up. He wracked his mind for any time that he could have made his mistake and ended up with the pony next to him. While he was sure all the mares he may have had one night stands with were not of the time of year, there were plenty of times that said mare could have lied or let him drink too much.

Once he felt he was a fair bit away from most the confined public, he turned to Stormy with a tense groan. "No mare i knew ever got pregnant!" He said with some anger. If any of this was true, Silver didn't know if he could handle it very well. He knew all too well how he handled family with a reputation like his.

"....Just ask already." He hid his eye under his hat, them having faded to a less than pleased look. He couldn't let this pony, this potential family member get to him.

Stormy seem to shed 10 years as he wore a grin upon his face as the sun made a shade of shadow on the right of his face. "When we frist met I asked if I could ask three questions and it seems your willing to answer."


Stormy ignored the first parts for his curiousness over took him as the sun made his eyes have a little twinkle in them. "My first questions begins after I say..." He touched his hoof to his chest with grin. "My name is Stormy Hugeheart, it's a absolute and complete pleasure to meet you. Might I ask your name?"

He extended his hoof. He had learned from someone he followed as a father figure that you should shake a colt's hoof and look them in the eye when first meeting.

Silver stared at Stormy, aggravated and not very amused. It didn't help that Stormy had already addressed him by name earlier, but whatever game he was playing, he might as well hear it.

"....Silver Spur...." He grumbled.

"Thank you." He gave a firm shake as he held as smile on his face as he set his hoof to be square with his shoulders.

"And for my second question. This is a two part one. Place you were born and either/or your parents names." He said as he blinked when a shiny part of a cart behind Silver reflected in his eye.

Silver narrowed his eyes at Stormy. That question he did not like at all. Quickly, he turned away and walked on.

"No." He said flatly.

Stormy had this grin a little bit of a trickster's quality to it. "Oh you don't want to answer that? I guess will have to give a penalty and I get to ask two more questions."

Stormy quite pleased whenever ponies refused him. Ponies always thought if they kept something to themselves it hid them when in fact it made them even more easier to read.

Stormy kept pace with him as he spoke on. "Next question then. What's your favorite food?" Stormy tapped the side of his bag three times as he half-hopped along as he asked.

Silver grumbled at that. He didnt like this pony talking to him like he was in charge. "Ill answer questions so long as i please to, not if you want to." He grunted.

"....And I like potato dumplings."

"Father." He said as he stepped pass you with tone meant to make your skin crawl do to the trigger word. "I haven't had potato dumplings in quite a long time. In fact the last time I than this when I was in the South, which I would guess might be where you're from. Please forgive me if I'm wrong the whole cowboy look at a gives that vibe."

He patted the side of the cart. "Potato dumplings are pretty easy to make on the go, which by the way you look I see you do a lot of that. Did you know that I traveled my whole life as well? isn't it a tad funny that I never met l you but yet I grabbed this Pegasus tendency to always be on the move."

He turned back. "My life has been, wonderful and terrible. I lived a very good childhood and I've seen wonders that would shock you. I've seen the good and the bad by this world has. the only thing I'm trying to figure out today, is which category do you fill?"

He throws down a wanted poster. "My next question is... Are you guilty?"

Hearing himself refered to like that. That single word. That tone. The consequences that came with it being true. It stopped Silver in his tracks. He didn't want this. Not one bit. Nothing could have prepared him for this possibility.

He wanted to ignore this pony, to dismiss him as some unimportant attention beggar on the side of the street, but hearing about the traits they shared, how he traveled, it only made it harder. Silver did what he did best though, and kept his poker face, save his eyes where the brim of his hat shielded them.

The emotion behind his flat expression became even more solidified when the wanted poster was thrown down. He knew this would be one of his questions. It was hard to avoid seeing the posters.

Looking up to Stormy in the eyes, he narrowed his eye lids on him. "...I'm not a good pony. And I'm not the father you want."

"Every question makes you add armor to your heart." He said it with said he does it as well. "Staring at you is like staring in mirror. I'm not entirely sure that's a good thing....I love hats too." He added on end. stormy when he was young always wanted to be a cowboy. He thought y were most righteous of righteous. No loss conscripted m from doing what y believed was right. That's how he led his life.

"You didn't answer my question. Are you guilty of crime that y claimed that you have done? By leaving me in cradle that made you a bad pony, are actually maybe it saved me..." Stormy pondered this for it was a very deep meaning. He would have to go over that later over a bowl of green beans.

Silver never thought himself as a chivalrous type. Hearing Stormy try to justify his abandonment with his crimes was only a convenient lie. If anything, it was armor to Stormy's heart in fear of the real reason Silver may have left him behind.

Silver hardly took note of his liking for hats. Thinking it rather out of place in such a conversation, but he was unaware of the inner desires and romanticism's that Stormy had attached to the apparel's theme.

Silver had to find himself in his thoughts and memories of his past before he answered the question. The many reflections of the things he had done.

"....Theiving. Scams. Robbery. Beatings. Murdering. Pillaging. Many crimes committed years ago. That poster covers little more than half of it. Every one of them I have done...."

Stormy listened to his far list things he had done, quietly as he his eyes seem to reveal nothing. He stood re for hours till he spoke with a grin. "Guilty.... well n."

He tapped cart as a colt dropped him a suitcase. He slid it over to him with a kick.

"You have taken another colt's life. Took another's belongings in anyway you could. However am not one to make you pay. For all those ponies you scammed, killed and fought. You showed strangers you hated, cared nothing for and hurt more attention then your own blood. Throwing you behind bars won't bring those years back, but meeting you helped Silver. It showed me what I am capable of had I given in." He seemed happy in a sad way.


"You'll find a message board in town with a offer... a chance to be free."

Silver looked to the suitcase, not liking this at all. He ignored it and walked right up to Stormy, nose almost touching him as he stared hard at him.

"I ain't heard of no pony that help another like that when they don't know em. I don't trust you, and you hardly know me. I ain't gonna fall for your words. You were stupid to come here. If any pony of note sees you with me they will take you away and beat answers out of you. Understand? You gonna get trashed."

He pressed his nose to your's. "This is the first time we have ever made contact and the first time you gave some fatherly advice. Ahahaha." Stormy poked Silver's nose as he took a step back.

"If it makes you feel better it wasn't originally for you. It was for my friend, but he passed away before his birthday." Stormy had a sad thought for moment as he turned back with a grin.

"As to getting myself into messes I have done that most of my life father. So a few colts come by and break out my teeth. What is a bit of pain to meet one's father?"

A small distance away, just outside an alley, a wiry grey-blue unicorn stood, watching the commotion head down the street with a narrow gaze. The loud colt had been a good lead after all, and something about the pegasus was gravely familiar. The unicorn drew his hats brim down and watched the farce a bit longer, shifting his weight under his duster.