01-27-2020, 08:08 AM
Looking down at the still-glowing and certainly-dead plants, Larrikin gives a noncommittal “Hmm,” in response to her optimistic hope that the flowers might grow back. Perhaps a new plant will grow back, he thinks, but these are most definitely dead. Before he can more full dash her dreams, she’s taken offense to his observation about her eyes. Preparing to defend himself and his beautiful markings, Larry takes a deep and indignant breath, only to find that Anomaly is laughing and had not been serious about it at all. The boy’s grin is a little reluctant to return (he is very good at dishing out and not yet good at taking) but when it does it is just as bright as before.
Anomaly asks if he has any magic, and Larry shrugs.
“A little bit.” He tells her, before his dark coat ripples and lightens, becoming a mirror image of Anomaly’s own. “That and some other stuff. My mom and dad are really good.” Good at magics, he means, but everything else as well. Dad has been awfully quiet of late and Mom more likely to shatter things, but Larry’s siblings have reassured him that things will soon go back to normal. To not think of them, he decides to demonstrate. Of course, he’s not especially skilled yet, and his attempt to shatter a nearby branch fails entirely.
At least he didn’t tell her he was going to do it, Larry thinks. Now she won’t know that he failed.
He has almost enough time to react to her admission of never playing tag with a frown, but the defensive answer she gives is confirmed by the thoughts she has, and Larry shrugs it away. Maybe her inexperience will help him win, he thinks. He’s always a little slower than his siblings (younger legs, and all that), but surely he can outrun this grey filly. She doesn’t look much older than he is, after all.
“You can run first,” he allows, bobbing his white muzzle excitedly. His own feet prance and paw at the dark soil. “I’ll even count to five and give you a head start!”
@[Anomaly]
Anomaly asks if he has any magic, and Larry shrugs.
“A little bit.” He tells her, before his dark coat ripples and lightens, becoming a mirror image of Anomaly’s own. “That and some other stuff. My mom and dad are really good.” Good at magics, he means, but everything else as well. Dad has been awfully quiet of late and Mom more likely to shatter things, but Larry’s siblings have reassured him that things will soon go back to normal. To not think of them, he decides to demonstrate. Of course, he’s not especially skilled yet, and his attempt to shatter a nearby branch fails entirely.
At least he didn’t tell her he was going to do it, Larry thinks. Now she won’t know that he failed.
He has almost enough time to react to her admission of never playing tag with a frown, but the defensive answer she gives is confirmed by the thoughts she has, and Larry shrugs it away. Maybe her inexperience will help him win, he thinks. He’s always a little slower than his siblings (younger legs, and all that), but surely he can outrun this grey filly. She doesn’t look much older than he is, after all.
“You can run first,” he allows, bobbing his white muzzle excitedly. His own feet prance and paw at the dark soil. “I’ll even count to five and give you a head start!”
@[Anomaly]