HOCKETY, POCKETY, WOCKETY, WACK
He starts, not because he was doing anything wrong, but because he is beside himself at the moment. He had been rather caught up in his worry, his analyzing of himself that he hadn’t noticed the grey stallions approach. He just hadn’t been looking for it either, and is a mess with surprise. Now there was no escape. He thought maybe he might just walk up and look at the pool from afar, then he could say he had seen it. Perhaps he could have just gone around, was it worth the trouble?
That would not be in the cards for him today. Ramiel approaches, greeting him as he climbs the slope. Weir hadn’t felt quite so exerted, but he had been doing a rather steady crawl; nothing to cause him to become winded. He turned brightly to his King, “ Oh, ahhh yes it is so. I thought for a moment perhaps I might have a look.” He gives explanation rather sheepishly, after all, he had been on the brink of turning around. Or at least, not going as close as he had originally intended. He sighs for a moment, whisking away his excitement of being caught red handed doing..well, nothing. “In truth, I was considering turning around.” His ears fall joining his unsure attitude. “What will I find up there I wonder, what is my soul, would I like it? Or worse, maybe I won’t have any at all.”
These were all possibilities if you asked him, he was certain of it, he had done the math. “But I could be disappointed, I might even prefer disappointment. What if there’s something nasty looking back at me? What then?” He looked straight ahead, eyes wide as he delved deeper into his thoughts. At the last part he even pulled his head back, as if the very thought shocked him. He hadn’t considered that one yet, he was surely in for a surprise one way or another. Why is it lately he was always thinking something bad was about to happen?
as above please feel free to jump in Weir is just being cooperative today, didnt want to waste that ^_^