The girl is younger than he, and she is rightly confused; every horse he ever spoke to is. Meerkat’s don’t seem to be native around Beqanna and they all confuse him with squirrels and sometimes even a rat. He grins a bit at her words. ”Right now or when I was born?” he asks, but, he’s not one to tease her any longer. ”This shape is a meerkat. Good for making holes and tunnels in the ground and eating pesky insects.” he announces proudly. ”I can be a horse too. But shifting is tiresome. And eating grass all the time is so boring.” he tells her cheerfully.
He moves forwards on his four paws and circles the greying filly. ”Do you wanna be friends with a meerkat?” he chirps at her. He likes her. She is young and, unlike adult horses, she is not taken aback too much by his small appearance. No prejudice for his preferred shape yet.
@[Mary]
He moves forwards on his four paws and circles the greying filly. ”Do you wanna be friends with a meerkat?” he chirps at her. He likes her. She is young and, unlike adult horses, she is not taken aback too much by his small appearance. No prejudice for his preferred shape yet.
@[Mary]