05-14-2020, 10:55 PM
Looking up at the sky , Larrikin does not see the descent of the squirrel or its transformation into a far larger creature. What he does see is a horse he has never met before. This delights him, and it is quite clear from the way his ears prick up and a smile appears on his face. Of course, with the darkness of his skin neither of those reactions are visible. Nor is the pinning of his ears easy to see when she insults his acting. He’d come to the Forest to get away from his unappreciative family, and the first horse he finds appears to be his young sisters in a different body. Panda and Nota would like this rude girl, Larrikin thinks.
“You can’t just ask people what’s up their butt! That’s rude! And for your information there’s not anything up my butt!” His vexation becomes even more visible as the Vanta black fades to a muted gray. When he is flustered he tends to lose control of his colors and revert back to his natural shade, but he he’s never done so in front of a stranger before. Trying to make it seem purposeful, he shakes his purpling mane in a manner he thinks looks quite regal.
Perhaps if he closes his eyes they might reset the conversation. Dad was always telling him to just close his eyes and start over when he got frustrated with something, so it must be good advice to follow in conversations with rude strangers, too. After several very long seconds of silence, the boy opens his eyes and smiles in a charming way at the smaller girl as if he just now encounters her for the first time.
“Hello. My name is Larrikin, but you can call me Rick.” No time better than the present to try out his cool new nickname. Larry is a little kid’s name. But Rick? Rick is the name of a successful and handsome young stallion. “What’s your name?”
“You can’t just ask people what’s up their butt! That’s rude! And for your information there’s not anything up my butt!” His vexation becomes even more visible as the Vanta black fades to a muted gray. When he is flustered he tends to lose control of his colors and revert back to his natural shade, but he he’s never done so in front of a stranger before. Trying to make it seem purposeful, he shakes his purpling mane in a manner he thinks looks quite regal.
Perhaps if he closes his eyes they might reset the conversation. Dad was always telling him to just close his eyes and start over when he got frustrated with something, so it must be good advice to follow in conversations with rude strangers, too. After several very long seconds of silence, the boy opens his eyes and smiles in a charming way at the smaller girl as if he just now encounters her for the first time.
“Hello. My name is Larrikin, but you can call me Rick.” No time better than the present to try out his cool new nickname. Larry is a little kid’s name. But Rick? Rick is the name of a successful and handsome young stallion. “What’s your name?”