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Aella considered for a moment.

'The only 'mark they had left at the store was a Turnip... I think. Maybe... turnip-something?'

The griffon refrains from scratching his chinfeathers, not wanting to dye them that dreaded, vibrant pink color. "Hrmm...Turniproot?...Turnipbulb?...Turnipsee-- Turnipseed! There we go!" The griffon claps his claws together gleefully at the sound of the new name. "Ohhh yes. That sounds definitely like an Equestrian name, yes?"

Freyia sighed obviously displeased with the situation. "Yeah...fine. Whatever. Just get me out of here soon. I got things to do!"

Aella giggled, shifting from dying Freiyas tail to her mane, turning its golden locks a noxious shade of green.

The griffon laughed at the mare's statement. "Oh, so now you're in a hurry!" he said mockingly. "But as they say, you can't rush art!" He pauses, looking up at Aella, who was working the green dye into Freyia's mane. "Good, good. Looks great. Just make sure to be careful where the hair meets the hide; we can't have the pink and green blend or anyone with a sharp eye could get suspicious..."

Aella continued rubbing the dye into Freiyas mane, following Krolls instructions about the roots. She considered giving the pegasus bright green eyebrows, but decided that was too cruel.

Freyia was not enjoying the makeover. "Satisfied?" She asked as they put the finishing touches on her hair and coat.

The griffon took a step back from the recolored mare, angling his talons to look like a picture frame around Freyia. "I'd say, just about..." he looked over at Aella. "What do you think, my dear?"

Aella pulled off her gloves and dumped them on the ground, considering.

'One last thing...' She said, walking over to her bundle of gear.

She withdrew two sheets of paper and placed them upon Freiyas flanks. After a moment she pulled them off, leaving twin turnip marks on the pegasus' flanks.

Aella stood back and admired her work.

'Perfect'

The griffon laughs, taking his gloves off as well. "Absolutely excellent. Nobody will ever be the wiser...let's give it some time to dry off, and we'll be all set."

Freyia poured at this...EXTREME inconvenience. "Youve had your fun. Once this stuff deus I'm out of here." She said, looking at the two with an irritated glance.

Aella giggled, walked over to Freiya and untied her.

'Good luck Turnipseed~' She teased

The griffon nodded, chuckling at the noxiously-colored mare before him. "Yes, yes, may you have the best of luck in your future endeavors..."

Freyia sighed. "Thanks. Now...if you'll excuse me..." She said walking away from the two feeling slightly violated but contining her journey.