01-13-2020, 08:07 AM
His family’s forest has never been an especially crowded place, but the idea of the solitude Anamoly knows would be foreign to Larrikin. Though he is here in the Meadow only because he could not find his siblings, their absence is only a temporary thing. They will come back eventually; and if he really needed them they would come back immediately. This surety in his world is part of what has made him so bold – though his genetics are surely a little to blame as well. He gets just a taste of that sense of solitude from her scrambled thoughts, just enough to put together that even if it had happened before that it was possible no one was ever around to see it.
There is a strange twist of sympathy in his chest, but Larrikin is young and it does not last long. It’s quickly overtaken by more exciting things, like the fact that the girl is asking if he’s seen anything like this before.
“Nope!” he replies, quick and sure. The overo is no expert in plant death, but there is no telling that from the decisive certainty in his voice.
“You’ve got weird eyeballs,” he tells her. “They’re glowing like a lightning bug’s butt. Did you know?”
Larrikin’s intention isn’t to be cruel, just an observation. If she doesn’t know how she did such an obvious thing as kill the grass, perhaps she also doesn’t know that her eyes are glowing too. It’s not glowing itself that is unusual – Larrikin himself has a literal halo and a myriad of lavender constellations on his hide – but he’s never seen it in someone’s eyes before.
“I’m Larrikin,” he adds, “but you can call me Larry. Do you want to play tag?”
@[Anomaly]
There is a strange twist of sympathy in his chest, but Larrikin is young and it does not last long. It’s quickly overtaken by more exciting things, like the fact that the girl is asking if he’s seen anything like this before.
“Nope!” he replies, quick and sure. The overo is no expert in plant death, but there is no telling that from the decisive certainty in his voice.
“You’ve got weird eyeballs,” he tells her. “They’re glowing like a lightning bug’s butt. Did you know?”
Larrikin’s intention isn’t to be cruel, just an observation. If she doesn’t know how she did such an obvious thing as kill the grass, perhaps she also doesn’t know that her eyes are glowing too. It’s not glowing itself that is unusual – Larrikin himself has a literal halo and a myriad of lavender constellations on his hide – but he’s never seen it in someone’s eyes before.
“I’m Larrikin,” he adds, “but you can call me Larry. Do you want to play tag?”
@[Anomaly]