“I can do this,” mumbled Silverstream, as she surveyed her surroundings from her vantage point overlooking the large courtyard as she observed her intended targets like a hawk. The hippogriff picking a high point to get a lay of the land in a manner not dissimilar to how she would hunt salmon back home as now it was little more than a matter of biding her time until the opportunity to strike presented itself to the smiling sea eagle. The giddy extrovert rocking gently on her frogs, as the avian’s mind ran through her plan for the hundredth time in her constant train of hyperactive thought. The rules laid out clearly by her sinister substitute teacher, as she had devised the perfect plan to painlessly pass this little test, the arrangement further articulated and refined as she sat on the smooth stone of this arc as her overactive imagination chipped away the chaff like rolling waves.

The scheme simple enough, as the avian would wait for her possible prey to separate before swooping down and snatch her quarry to secure an easy passing grade. Silverstream a bit out of practice, but ponies were much larger than fish, though the hen was sure she could manage such a large and lively lunch if she could wrap her claws around their squirming frame as she had partaken in some rather large tarpon in her youth. The pain was simply waiting for such an opportunity to present its self as her professors seemed to have been chatting for hours, as they giggled and grinned as a chance meeting in the corridors morphed into friendly small talk as Pinkie Pie went through her exaggerated mannerisms that even out of earshot never failed to put a grin on Silverstream’s beak.

Silverstream watching intently, her violet eyes scanning between the three possible candidates as she waited for one of the milling mares to break away from the group giving the Hippogriff an opening to attack and discretely secure a substantial snack. The pupils pouncing from Fluttershy, to Rarity, before returning to Pinkie who was in a flurry of motion as she seemed to be telling a story like a living sugar rush about the baulking Bifrost at her side. The earth pony periodically pointing to the Pegasus as she conveyed a story relating to the student, who was shying away from the attention clearly embarrassed by Pinkie’s gushing about her good grades in the most recent laughter test or some other similar academic achievement. The pony clearly proud of her student, and based on the direction they were moving the duo had been on their way to talk with Headmare Twilight, only to be side-tracked when they ran into Fluttershy and Rarity, which now left Silverstream stuck here waiting for them to separate before she could strike.

Silverstream was not particularly bothered on the colour of hair she would be hacking up to turn in to pass Discord’s test, as she had simply been waiting for one of her many equine professors to cross the courtyard on their way to class like a hungry kingfisher. It just happened that by chance half of her professors had miraculously met up directly below her fishing perch, and though she was confident in her ability, she severely doubted she could hold three full-grown mares even if one was trapped in her gizzard waiting for their turn for a dip in the digestive waters of the stomach. The situation forcing Silverstream to hold tight and await an opening, she had just not calculated that Pinkie could jovially gush for an age. This forced apprehension getting to the hippogriff, as she twitched and fidgeted as she waited, as her gaze danced over the oblivious equines below blissfully snickering to themselves completely unaware of the hungry hawk watching them intently.

the only plus side of this forced layover was that Silverstream had more than sufficiently stoked herself up for what she had to do, as she had absolute faith the aerobatic attack would surely take her quarry off guard in one fell swoop. The tension building in her body was wound like a spring as she could barely contain her eagerness to leap down and literally swallow success. A confident smirk shifting onto her bill as she saw the conversation conclude below her as the two parties bid each other adieu. The group parted to continue on their way to class with waves and beaming smiles, giving Silverstream the opening she had so patiently pined for….

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It's a giddy Griff's turn to have pony professor snack to pass Discord's test. Unfortunately for Silverstream, she encountered her prey in the middle of one of Pinkie's many stories, so she will have to wait her turn to strike.

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