11-17-2020, 10:14 PM
He smiled, even as a flicker of guilt twanged inside him. He felt bad about the blackberries, really he did. But it was almost worth it to see the way her mouth crinkled at the edges when she thought someone, he, was being foolish. There was another huff of consternation, and his smile grew into a puppyish grin.
He wiped the expression quickly off his face, but the humor stayed in his eyes. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise. It's just that you could have been my mother, just now. You sounded just like her." It's not said in any way that could be taken meanly. Mikael's dam was a force to be reckoned with in all weather, and he loved her like he loved the sun. That glimmer of similarity warmed him the same way, and he found himself wondering what other surprises the little green mare held.
As she answered his hypothetical, the bedraggled stallion nodded solemnly. He kept his voice as deadpan as he was able. "Absolute bastard, that's me." He agreed, not quite managing to keep his mouth straight. Oh well, he'd tried.
He rocked back on his heels when she returned his introduction, and the smile that was never far from his lips returned. Catnip, eh? What a coincidence was that. He had the grace to look remorseful as she mentioned other berry briars, and figured he'd better heed her unspoken warning. She seemed to take these shrubs rather personally. Whatever work she meant was certainly working if it was why he'd gotten so tangled in the first place.
Still, he could live with a few scratches, if it had drawn the little forest nymph from her bower.
His muzzle wrinkled warily as she took a closer look at him, and he chuckled under his breath. "Will letting you decorate me count as atonement of my sins?" He asked, shifting his weight. There was mischief in her eyes, he could feel it. The same look his sister got when she was about to suggest a game that was sure to get them in trouble. But. It was always great fun until they got caught. "Go ahead then," he offered, stretching his neck out within her reach. "Do your worst." Brave words from one stranger to another. Mikael had never been known for his common sense.
@[catnip]
He wiped the expression quickly off his face, but the humor stayed in his eyes. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise. It's just that you could have been my mother, just now. You sounded just like her." It's not said in any way that could be taken meanly. Mikael's dam was a force to be reckoned with in all weather, and he loved her like he loved the sun. That glimmer of similarity warmed him the same way, and he found himself wondering what other surprises the little green mare held.
As she answered his hypothetical, the bedraggled stallion nodded solemnly. He kept his voice as deadpan as he was able. "Absolute bastard, that's me." He agreed, not quite managing to keep his mouth straight. Oh well, he'd tried.
He rocked back on his heels when she returned his introduction, and the smile that was never far from his lips returned. Catnip, eh? What a coincidence was that. He had the grace to look remorseful as she mentioned other berry briars, and figured he'd better heed her unspoken warning. She seemed to take these shrubs rather personally. Whatever work she meant was certainly working if it was why he'd gotten so tangled in the first place.
Still, he could live with a few scratches, if it had drawn the little forest nymph from her bower.
His muzzle wrinkled warily as she took a closer look at him, and he chuckled under his breath. "Will letting you decorate me count as atonement of my sins?" He asked, shifting his weight. There was mischief in her eyes, he could feel it. The same look his sister got when she was about to suggest a game that was sure to get them in trouble. But. It was always great fun until they got caught. "Go ahead then," he offered, stretching his neck out within her reach. "Do your worst." Brave words from one stranger to another. Mikael had never been known for his common sense.
@[catnip]