Webby ran up the stairs and slipped into her room. "Starswirl?" She called quietly. The gray pony lifted his head and walked over to her. He had been near the bookcase.
"My uncle has...Well...Sorta a dislike for magic. He has a swordhorse in the Other Bin and-"
Webby was cut off by Starswirl.
"Other bin? Swordhorse? I understand not." He flicked an ear.
"A larger horse, with a long horn like yours. And the Other Bin is where he keeps dangerous magical animals. If he sees you, he might put you in it!" Webby waved her hands around. "So please stay hidden!"
"Your words are clear, I will do as you ask." Starswirl sat down, and Webby heard a stomach growl.
"Was that yours or mine?" Webby asked.
"Perhaps both. What do you have that both of us can eat?" Starswirl sat down, still looking at Webby.
"Wait here, I'll check!" and she ran out of the room. Starswirl waited.
Webby returned with some apples and apple juice. "This was all I could find until dinner. I hope Granny doesn't notice the missing apples.." She bit into hers while Starswirl munched on his. "This will do for now. Though I must ask, how did I come here?"