09-13-2020, 11:40 AM
ridiculous
do you think I’m funny?
Ridiculous gets a little thrill of excitement when Astra says she’s glad that Nilam hadn’t eaten him. He takes it as a sign that she’s forgiven him for practically crushing her, and that she likes him–which is an improvement from wanting to be eaten. This felt more natural, being liked. See, Ridiculous is the class clown type. He’s always looking to make others laugh, even if it’s at the expense of his own pride.
This feeling is only amplified when she gives him the soft smile, because he called her pretty. He had never called anyone pretty before. He felt like a kid on Christmas Day right now.
When she tells him that she can feel everything he feels, for a moment, confusion wraps itself about his head. Then he realizes what she means. She is an empath. He grins broadly at this. “Oh! You must be an empath! I’ve heard of that before. That’s pretty awesome, I’ve gotta say. If you can feel everything that I am feeling, that must make you one very happy girl right now!” He winks at her. Though the discomfort on her face obviously screams that it is difficult for her to feel comfortable in any amount of emotions, especially his potent and overflowing emotions, he completely misses that.
“I have my own abilities. Watch this!” He concentrates real hard, wrapping the magic of his ability about her so that she can experience it for herself. Slowly, the world around them begins to shift, to speed up. Horses walking in the meadow move from one place to the next with little time. The sounds fly by at astonishing speeds. He watches Astra for her reaction. Only he and her moved at a normal speed as the world moved by them quickly. The sun in the sky moves visibly from one position to another.
Then Ridiculous’s concentration wanes, and the world slows back to its normal pace. It is now late afternoon, and a chilly wind brushes past them, whispering the forthcoming arrival of evening. The large colt looks on at the filly, waiting for her reaction.
This feeling is only amplified when she gives him the soft smile, because he called her pretty. He had never called anyone pretty before. He felt like a kid on Christmas Day right now.
When she tells him that she can feel everything he feels, for a moment, confusion wraps itself about his head. Then he realizes what she means. She is an empath. He grins broadly at this. “Oh! You must be an empath! I’ve heard of that before. That’s pretty awesome, I’ve gotta say. If you can feel everything that I am feeling, that must make you one very happy girl right now!” He winks at her. Though the discomfort on her face obviously screams that it is difficult for her to feel comfortable in any amount of emotions, especially his potent and overflowing emotions, he completely misses that.
“I have my own abilities. Watch this!” He concentrates real hard, wrapping the magic of his ability about her so that she can experience it for herself. Slowly, the world around them begins to shift, to speed up. Horses walking in the meadow move from one place to the next with little time. The sounds fly by at astonishing speeds. He watches Astra for her reaction. Only he and her moved at a normal speed as the world moved by them quickly. The sun in the sky moves visibly from one position to another.
Then Ridiculous’s concentration wanes, and the world slows back to its normal pace. It is now late afternoon, and a chilly wind brushes past them, whispering the forthcoming arrival of evening. The large colt looks on at the filly, waiting for her reaction.
