Mythic Swirl, hows it going?

Starbuck stood in the clearing, before him, clear as day, was something that few had ever seen in recent years, the Caravan of the greatest Illusionist(some would claim at least) ever. He had gotten a letter and instructions, and sure enough, they lead him straight here. He had been unsure about it, given who the pony was, but he decided, why not.

He slowly approached the door, and knocked. There was a pause, and then the door slowly opened, and a light can be seen. “Hey, Starbuck, you made it,” the blue pony smiled within, also inside was Vindicar, Dark Descent(little one), and Burst Thunder, sitting around a table with cards on it, “Welcome to Poker Night.”

When Pewny got home from visiting with his friends, Mythic and Vindicar, it had seemed as though his home and workshop had been broken into and some things moved around, but nothing seemed missing, besides a paint can that apparently had been leaking, given as how there was a trail leading out of his workshop and into the Everfree Forest, down a path that Pewny had never noticed before.

Thinking that the thief must not have been very smart, or dangerous considering how little had been moved around, Pewny decided to follow the trail himself. It wasn’t hard, for an apparently leaky paint can, it left a rather easy and solid trail to follow. It lead deep into the woods, but no matter how dark it got around him, the path seemed always well lit, which was somewhat strange. And when did he go from trees to a tunnel? 

It got stranger as the paint stopped at a door way, a normal looking wooden thing. Pewny, probably against his better judgement, ventured in anyway, into pitch blackness, the paint, the door, the tunnel, and the light was all gone. He called out after a moment.

“Hello Pewny,” A voice sounded, it was Mythic, who now stood before him.

“Mythic… what the hell is going on here?!?” He asked, thinking it was some revenge Illusions or weird fever dream or something.

Mythic smiled, “Welcome to your new Workshop,” he spoke, and just like that, the darkness was gone, and Pewny stood, still with Mythic, in a large and rather high tech looking room, all tool and such, many originally meant for Unicorns, adapted to be worked with by a Pegasus. Mythic treats his friends well.

(ooc:… I couldn’t think of anything else, sorry if this doesn’t satisfy.)