Hope I'm doing okay with the characterization of Faguetti.
>Posada loved the night sky. And here, on a remote mountainous island near the edge of the Hippogriff territory, was surely the most beautiful view of all.
>The beautiful whites and blues and reds on the inky blackness, the occasional shooting star, and of course, the possibility of seeing something that perhaps was neither.
>She adjusted her telescope, and peered upward. A yellowish star, so like their own. Perhaps, just maybe, it was home to life? She smiled at the thought.
>The universe was vast. Surely out there, somewhere, were other beings, beings who had already resolved the contradictions inherent in mercantile systems. No doubt they had had found solutions to the problems.plaguing the peoples of their world and were already exploring what was further out there.
>And who knew? Perhaps some of them might feel the same drives as ponies. She could do worse than scoring an otherwordly partner. Who could say what exotic and alluring anatomy such creatures might have?
"Hey. You a space fan?"
>Posada was rudely jerked out of her erotic dream of cute aliens. "Mmhm, what?" she sighed crankily.
"I asked if you're into space. What, are you slow or something?"
>"No no," Posada said, her voice betraying an annoyance her words lacked. "It's fine. I was just distracted, that's all. I love space. You too?"
>The other hippogriff mare stuck her head in front of the telescope.
"For sure. Think of all the aliens to smash!"
>"I know, right?" Posada agreed, doing her best to keep from drooling. "So many different species, so many different possibilities." The newcomer nodded. "What's your name, anyway? I'm Posada."
"Faguetti," she replied. "I wasn't expecting to see another griff out here in my surfing spot."
>"Mhmmm." Posada agreed, reclining. "So, you want a snack? I brought peanut butter sandwiches."
"That sounds great." Faguetti grinned. "C'mon, I'll show you my favorite surfing spot! You get to go SO fast!"