Author's Notes:

So here is the sequel of Big Fear, Small Curiosity making it the fourth installment of the Changing States of Knight series.

It starts with To See Both Faces. I cannot stress how important it is to read this in order to understand the world this is set in, but to summerise: anthro ponies are tastefully nudists unless specifically stated otherwise. No rude or explicit material will be described in this story.

As always, please like if you favourite and please leave a comment. They warm my heart for the approaching winter, and all criticisms help me improve. Enjoy!

With one hand still bare he used it to pull a three-digited glove over the other. An experimental flex of both pairs of fingers slotted into a familiar covering helped it feel more natural, feel like a second skin. Ser Vincent had long since passed the point wherein this felt normal, where confining his human hand to a pony glove hardly disturbed or bothered him. He clenched a fist, feeling the grooves dig in between his knuckles, the most discomfort he faced these days. Well, until he was stationed in this town. He fastened the straps at the wrist and forearm, clamping the gloves over his hydra, scaled armour. He repeated the same procedure for his other arm, attaching his coppery bracer that bore his knight badge over it.

It was the weekend and he had been pondering about the past few days and more and more he realised a disconcerting truth: Ser Vincent the Solaris Knight could not afford to hide any longer. He needed to make an impression he desired, leave an image that proved his dependable nature and why he was a knight in the first place.

With his bare face, he couldn't help but frown as he put on his viridian long coat. It was one of the spares, a reminder that he'd have to collect the one Miss Rarity was repairing. A reminder he'd have to leave and venture about town for something other than his job. His features, soft at the core bit hard at the edges shifted to a wince: things were not going his way. This town had seen that honest face, a face he learnt that after so long under the mask, betrayed his emotions all too easily.

That was when his stone green eyes fell upon the mask on his bedside table. It stared back as cold and as vacant as always. His guard against others, his ticket to common decency. He took hold of it but once again, as with these past few days, he felt a sense of doubt when fitting it securely to his head. He fastened the straps for security, he flipped over the hood for obscurity, but glanced at the yellow wind light by the bedroom door and felt the uncertainty return.

He really needed to give that to Miss Belle one of these days. For now, he'd show this town what he stood for, and then left for a new day.