Like the moon we have our phases // Wit, Any

[Wit]

genius always finds itself a century too early

Wit was starting to worry. He had wanted to make the game a bit more challenging. But was it too much? Judging by the frustration in the emotional residue left behind by @[Saturnelle] as she passed by relatively close, perhaps it was. But he was getting bored. Truth be told, the game had always been way too easy for him, since he could pick up on emotional residue left behind by others, which often led him to find his companion way too quickly. Their father had attempted to teach him to block this out, but gifted as he was with his echoes, blocking them out was not something that came easily to him. At all. Arguably, he could also be accused of cheating when they played hide-and-seek, too. But his half-sister seemed to enjoy the game, and he didn’t have the heart to tell her any of that and ruin it for her. So instead, he had taken to making the game more and more challenging. But today, perhaps this was a little too much.

He watched behind his dark blue eyes, eyes that matched his mother’s, as she passed by only a few feet away, close enough for him to hear her muttering under her breath. He can’t hear exactly what she is saying, but judging by the strong sense of frustration he can feel coming from her and the image of fire that accompanies the emotion, he imagines it has something to do with burning him alive

For a moment, he lays still, wondering if he should reveal his position, but at the same time, she was so close! She was practically breathing on him when she stepped forward to examine a little twig and what could have been a hoofprint. He was smarter than that, though. He wouldn’t leave obvious traces to his position. Part of it brings back the thrill of the game, though. At least hiding had its perks.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was now more frustrating than fun, and the whole point of the game was to be fun (at least for Saturnelle). She grunts, a sign her her annoyance, and he shoves up from where he had been laying, practically beneath her. See, there had been a massive pile of leaves here all winter, withering and shrinking, but still large enough to hide his big figure, and they were leaves! Which meant he could manipulate them as he pleased. So he had simply shifted them around so he could hide beneath them and rearrange them back on top of him so he would be completely camouflaged.

“BOO!” He yells at her through a spray of leaves that rain down around them. He laughs jovially, though inside, he’s a nervous wreck, hoping she would forgive his lack of decorum in hiding so well. He throws himself up onto his hooves so that he is standing once more, trying to hide the anxiety boiling just beneath his surface, and he grins instead. “I thought this would have been obvious,” he says, sounding a little sheepish.

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