03-07-2022, 02:58 PM
She isn’t actually surprised when he comes tumbling down to the ground, but she pretends to be. It was, of course, what she had been secretly aiming for. Even more delightful is learning that she is correct about him being a shapeshifter, maintaining that practiced look of concern as he shakes himself off in the form of a young stallion.
The boy seemed friendly, which should have made her feel bad, but it doesn’t. She isn’t entirely uncaring, it’s just that she didn’t view this as being malicious—it was just for fun. The fact that she was maybe the only one having fun was besides the point. Growing up with the several rambunctious siblings that she had, it wasn’t completely surprising that her idea of play was a little aggressive, though the mean streak inherited from her mother was likely playing a bigger role here than a simple penchant for mischief.
Although, based on his laugh and the easy smile that he wore as he stood, she clearly hadn’t hurt him, which she supposes is a good thing.
As if to prove this, she exhales a sigh of relief. “Oh good,” she breathes as she steps closer to him, her overbright-blue eyes making a show of traveling across his body. “You’re sure you’re not hurt at all?” her voice is softer now that she is alongside him, and she reaches out with a dark-tipped muzzle to brush an imaginary mark of dirt off his shoulder. With a demure smile she withdraws, an unspoken apology for touching him without asking first reflecting on her face. She isn’t sure how long she can keep up this shy damsel act, but it’s entertaining enough, for now.
She follows his gaze to the shattered remnants of the branch in the tree, and it’s only then that her facade slips just a little—thinking about how she could have easily just taken out the entire tree, and something beneath her skin hums in delight at the thought. “I did,” she says, careful to hide the hint of pride that threatens to slip past. “On accident,” she reiterates quickly, casting him a sideways glance, before deciding it’s time to deflect from her accomplishment. “My name is Stargaze. What’s yours?”
The boy seemed friendly, which should have made her feel bad, but it doesn’t. She isn’t entirely uncaring, it’s just that she didn’t view this as being malicious—it was just for fun. The fact that she was maybe the only one having fun was besides the point. Growing up with the several rambunctious siblings that she had, it wasn’t completely surprising that her idea of play was a little aggressive, though the mean streak inherited from her mother was likely playing a bigger role here than a simple penchant for mischief.
Although, based on his laugh and the easy smile that he wore as he stood, she clearly hadn’t hurt him, which she supposes is a good thing.
As if to prove this, she exhales a sigh of relief. “Oh good,” she breathes as she steps closer to him, her overbright-blue eyes making a show of traveling across his body. “You’re sure you’re not hurt at all?” her voice is softer now that she is alongside him, and she reaches out with a dark-tipped muzzle to brush an imaginary mark of dirt off his shoulder. With a demure smile she withdraws, an unspoken apology for touching him without asking first reflecting on her face. She isn’t sure how long she can keep up this shy damsel act, but it’s entertaining enough, for now.
She follows his gaze to the shattered remnants of the branch in the tree, and it’s only then that her facade slips just a little—thinking about how she could have easily just taken out the entire tree, and something beneath her skin hums in delight at the thought. “I did,” she says, careful to hide the hint of pride that threatens to slip past. “On accident,” she reiterates quickly, casting him a sideways glance, before deciding it’s time to deflect from her accomplishment. “My name is Stargaze. What’s yours?”
S T A R G A Z E
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