Then, she heard the ponies talking their strange, strange language again and she made a tiny meep sound, swiping a small claw-full of the shiny thingies and stuffing them into her bag before she gently took off, flying up the stairs before she came to a halt at the top, just behind Rodeo as she landed mostly silently, a light thud after the flapping of wings.
Whilst Rodeo may have had the idea in mind to leave the portraits alone and generally step over them, the curious griffon without a worry in the world found it trivial for them to be all torn up and on the floor.
Picking up one of the first portraits and examining it closely as she used the rounded side of her talons to try and fold torn bits of fabric back into place, Tiffany was able to make out the painting of an elderly stallion with a oversized monocle and a pith helmet on his head, an old rifle gripped in his mouth and somehow sporting a devilish grin that made Tiffany snicker slightly before she looked around at the walls. The walls were pretty barren, so maybe she could hang this painting back up? Maybe all of them could go back up? That would be nice, yes. All the paintings were going to go back up on their walls, Tiffany decided this as she managed to hang the first one, quickly slinking around and picking all the paintings up to put them back up onto the walls, the ones that couldn't be hung up would be leaned carefully against the wall under where they would've gone.