09-03-2018, 03:25 PM
As he stands in front of me, shaking his head and inquiring after the necessity of my reaction, I realize that he is not as old as I'd thought. He's still a boy, not quite a stallion yet. He apologizes and it is so reminiscent of my own son that I cannot help but smile in response. Sorry, he says, and I shake my blue-tipped muzzle in a non-verbal 'it's fine.' I don't have time to say any thing aloud, because he's asking questions.
My gift is not an oft-mentioned subject; there are few I've told. Even less know the full extent; to them it might simply be manipulation of the one emotion I'd pressed on them - relaxation to Klaudius, amusement to my mother, and now fear to Abysm.
"That was me." I reply, resettling my wings against my sides, the soft smile remaining on my face. "I could do it again, but I doubt you'd like it." I don't answer the last question he'd asked, leaving him to wonder - or perhaps to forget he'd even asked.
"And what about you?" I continue, tilting my head curiously. "Anything interesting I can't see about you?"
My gift is not an oft-mentioned subject; there are few I've told. Even less know the full extent; to them it might simply be manipulation of the one emotion I'd pressed on them - relaxation to Klaudius, amusement to my mother, and now fear to Abysm.
"That was me." I reply, resettling my wings against my sides, the soft smile remaining on my face. "I could do it again, but I doubt you'd like it." I don't answer the last question he'd asked, leaving him to wonder - or perhaps to forget he'd even asked.
"And what about you?" I continue, tilting my head curiously. "Anything interesting I can't see about you?"
