04-25-2020, 11:48 PM
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He wouldn’t dare say it to her after he realizes she is not exactly pleased with her current predicament, but the little bird is rather cute. She’s all puffy and down-feathery instead of the menace and sharpness of an adult hawk. Well, that’s not exactly true. Her orange eyes are pretty sharp as they peer up at him defiantly. Barrow gulps under her stare.
“Ah, well, you see – “ he starts awkwardly, breaking off the stare down and looking frantically around for any branch or stone that might save her from the ground. Finding none, he is afraid to meet her gaze again. Momma had told him he would make friends easily. She had filled his head with visions of other happy foals delighted by his companionship and conversation. She had told him he had a good heart and a quick tongue, surely it would be a walk in the meadow to make connections with others? And here he is messing it up already!
Eager to win her potential friendship back, the red colt thinks of an idea. Well, not an idea, exactly, but something better than nothing. He is so excited to tell her, he wags his tail enthusiastically. “What if it’s a secret word? Or what if you need a lock of your own hair?” He thinks of other possibilities, spewing out the thoughts as they occur to him. “Maybe you have to blink three times? Or jump in place? Or maybe there’s a magic mark on you that you have to touch.” At this, Barrow leans down very close to the hawk-filly, his blue eyes wide, as if examining her for such a mark.
He runs out of ideas and decides to stay at her level, at least until they solve the mystery. He doesn’t want her to feel all alone down there. The colt plops down on his side, waiting to hear if any of his thoughts have any merit from the girl. After a moment, he wonders out loud, “wait, what if you just remember your real self? What if you imagine yourself as yourself again?”
“Ah, well, you see – “ he starts awkwardly, breaking off the stare down and looking frantically around for any branch or stone that might save her from the ground. Finding none, he is afraid to meet her gaze again. Momma had told him he would make friends easily. She had filled his head with visions of other happy foals delighted by his companionship and conversation. She had told him he had a good heart and a quick tongue, surely it would be a walk in the meadow to make connections with others? And here he is messing it up already!
Eager to win her potential friendship back, the red colt thinks of an idea. Well, not an idea, exactly, but something better than nothing. He is so excited to tell her, he wags his tail enthusiastically. “What if it’s a secret word? Or what if you need a lock of your own hair?” He thinks of other possibilities, spewing out the thoughts as they occur to him. “Maybe you have to blink three times? Or jump in place? Or maybe there’s a magic mark on you that you have to touch.” At this, Barrow leans down very close to the hawk-filly, his blue eyes wide, as if examining her for such a mark.
He runs out of ideas and decides to stay at her level, at least until they solve the mystery. He doesn’t want her to feel all alone down there. The colt plops down on his side, waiting to hear if any of his thoughts have any merit from the girl. After a moment, he wonders out loud, “wait, what if you just remember your real self? What if you imagine yourself as yourself again?”
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@[Mazikeen] I'm excited to write with you again! been too long <3