F is for friends

[Eugene]

Eugene is pouting, but just a little bit, as he stands in the pond - just deep enough to where the water can cover his hooves. Egwene is not with him and although Weenie could be a bit of a downer sometimes, it felt odd to be away from his family. He thought the water might help - since it’s awfully like the crystal clear waters he enjoys playing in back home - but now all he can think about is how he hopes his dad comes to pick him up soon. Movement distracts him very easily and he looks to see someone else at the pond, a filly with the coolest looking halo hovering above her head. Why doesn’t it fall or float away?? What’s keeping it there?! These and more questions dart in and out of his mind so he’s rather delighted when the filly comes over to say hello - gives him a better view of that halo. Why didn’t he have a halo? All he did was glow - which was very fun except for at night when all sorts of bugs came over to investigate the light source and he just wanted to sleep. Except she doesn’t exactly say ‘hi’. He is undaunted by her tone (in fact her anger goes clear over his head). When she asks him how he likes being stared at, his dark purple head tilts to the side a little bit, considering, but he already knows the answer. “I like it!” Then he jumps a little on the spot, as though someone just tugged on his tail, and his eyes grow wide with inspiration. “WAIT I look cuter when I stand like this.” And then he backs up and turns to the side, lifting one of his front hooves up and striking a pose. “What do you think? Pretty cool right?” His golden yellow eyes are bright with joy, and it’s painfully obvious this colt thinks this is the best game anyone has ever brought up. He maintains the pose when he asks “What’s your cute side?” eugene

@[pleasure]