@TheSadScubaDiver
The moment Gerry mentioned about how a horrible storm stranded him here to the island was the moment he got Fluttershy’s full attention. “That’s…that’s how I got here, too.” she said quietly, her eyes completely focused on the griffon. “I believe you, Mr. Gerry, but there’s still something not right about this.”
Coming down from the tree, she made sure to hold her skirt down as she fell onto her feet, her own wings supporting her fall as she landing between the griffon and the two mares. As she stood to her feet, she push a few strands of her mane aside from her face to get a better look at him. She could see the tension and fear in Gerry’s eyes as he was recalling the horrors of the voyage, doubled so by the fear she felt from Dash’s presence. One could see the feathers of her wings puffing out under stress, if they were watching close enough. Yet still, the pegasus’ suspicion was harping on her to follow through with asking for more info.
“For one thing, this island has an owner.” she said to the griffon, her hands clasped together and held close to her chest. “And we know Mr. Price owns the island, so wouldn’t that mean that Price
knew of the curse? It wouldn’t make any sense to buy some place that’s haunted, unless…”
The drift in her words left her in hanging in thought, meaning that her imagination was running along with her suspicions. She can remember the last few times herself, Dash, and the other four mares has been in haunting situations that turned out to be more than meets the eye. Weather it was a trapped spirit, a puppet master pulling the strings, or a very elaborate prank, Fluttershy had come to know this: no curse in Equestria is without its origin. And the curse of this island had to come from somewhere…or someone.
“…Mr. Gerry, what can you tell us about Mr. Price?” she asked after a moment of silence between the five of them. “How does he, ummm, tend to treat his guests in person? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”