I Don't Suffer From Insanity {Smother}

[Girr]

I don't suffer from insanity...

The dripping tendrils of my curly mane clung to my neck, my forelock hanging down over my nose as I look at the filly before me with innocent blue eyes. At her words, the other in my head decides it's time to make her presence known again. What a killjoy. You see? I am not the only one who thinks you are a blithering ninny! You need to let me do the talking to this one, who knows what she's capable of. We aren't at home in the Deserts where we are reasonably safe, thanks to that monstrosity of a thing that acts like a dog. Shaking my head to flip my forelock back behind my ears, and to clear HER out of it, I turn to the girl with a smile on my lips after having sat George down by my feet. Surely this pretty little thing couldn't be dangerous, even if she is rather dour. I giggle softly and then speak in my lilting voice. You aren't the first one to tell me that. But keeping my childlike actions helps me to better fit in with the job I enjoy doing. Babysitting the other mare's children while they go off and do whatever it is that mares do. And life's too short to be serious all the time. Having fun is much better! I'm Girr from the Deserts! Who are you? My feet shuffle beneath my body in a dance of excitement. I LOVED meeting new people, whether they liked me or not. Perhaps I'm just a little soft in the head, or maybe I just like to annoy the more stick in the mud people. Only I know for sure, and I'd never tell. Tilting my head to the side to look at her quizzically, I wait for her reply, a soft smile tugging at my white lips.

Girr Mare Gypsy Vanner 6 15 hands Maximally expressed Cremello Sabino (ee/aa/CrCr/nZ/SbSb) Invaderless/The Deserts/No Clones Sael Voice in her head is in italics

Girr

I enjoy every minute of it!!

♥dante