[private] waking up to ash and dust

[Mazikeen]

There’s a grin in her orange eyes as Mazikeen watches the flustered boy respond to her - rather innocent, she thought - question. She wasn’t sure what she would have done if there was something up his butt, even though she was pretty sure his denial didn’t extend to the metaphorical butt. For someone so young, he sure was acting a lot like an adult! But her wicked smile turns to amazement as the colour of his coat shifts to a muted grey  and some purple appears in his mane - he closes his eyes which gives her the opportunity to stare blatantly, and she even takes a small step forward. She had never met someone who could changed the colour of their body before! Unfortunately, when he opens his eyes again and goes for some charm, the topic of conversation shifts and she frowns for a fraction of a second. Conversing with horses older than her was always a risk - and it seems that she found herself another boring adult. Still, she felt curious enough to stick around a little bit longer and she stores her questions about his coat for another time and matches his expression as best as she can - though the mask feels tight. “I’m Mazikeen, it’s wonderful to meet you Rick.” The sweetness is poured on a little thick, but she hopes it does the trick and balances out the wicked flash of a grin in her orange eyes. “What brings you out here today?” Maybe a more roundabout way of asking what was up his butt would do the trick?

image by Reitro

@[Larrikin]