[FiM] Bridle Shores Commercial: Bits or Credit 2

[Orzel]

"Very well, come along Garion," She said as she nuzzled the colt. A sniff of the chlorine made her wince a bit as she put on a smile for him.

Miss Gwyn got a fuzzy, chlorine-filled afro-nuzzle in return as they trotted off. Garion stuck to her like glue; with no real way to see himself, the fuzzball relied on her to find his way back.

The way back upstairs was through the only door in the room. It led to the hallway and stairs to the apartment.

Grills headed back toward the springs and the showers. Then he'd go down to the kitchen to cook.