01-18-2017, 01:19 AM
The girl seems friendly enough, and his smile broadens in answer to her own. It’s hard not to feel cheerful in the face of such a bright and open manner.
But when she tells him not to worry, a strange niggling sensation in Lauchlan’s head tells him something isn’t right. He barely has time to consider the feeling however, when the girl’s introduction is cut off by the sudden appearance of a short palomino mare.
“Can I help you?” He’s frozen, quailing under the look of pure loathing being directed his way. “Uh …” His lips work for a moment, trying to find the right words to reassure this little personification of fury. “You must be her mother!” He smiles awkwardly, trying and failing to keep his unease out of his voice. “I’m so glad! I was afraid she might be lost!” His eyes gaze hopefully into the mare’s face, hoping to find some sign of patience and understanding there.
He shifts uncomfortably, his body rocking slightly from side to side as he tries to think of a way to gracefully extricate himself from the situation. Unfortunately none occurs to him, and he’s left with option B. That is, extracting himself awkwardly.
“Weeeeell I’d better be going then …” He tries to smile and bob his head in a casual manner, but it just looks terribly strained. “It was nice meet you Ajatar! And Ajatar’s mom!” He turns and starts to walk away, forcing himself to move at a slow and leisurely walk. He’s almost to the bushes, almost there …
But when she tells him not to worry, a strange niggling sensation in Lauchlan’s head tells him something isn’t right. He barely has time to consider the feeling however, when the girl’s introduction is cut off by the sudden appearance of a short palomino mare.
“Can I help you?” He’s frozen, quailing under the look of pure loathing being directed his way. “Uh …” His lips work for a moment, trying to find the right words to reassure this little personification of fury. “You must be her mother!” He smiles awkwardly, trying and failing to keep his unease out of his voice. “I’m so glad! I was afraid she might be lost!” His eyes gaze hopefully into the mare’s face, hoping to find some sign of patience and understanding there.
He shifts uncomfortably, his body rocking slightly from side to side as he tries to think of a way to gracefully extricate himself from the situation. Unfortunately none occurs to him, and he’s left with option B. That is, extracting himself awkwardly.
“Weeeeell I’d better be going then …” He tries to smile and bob his head in a casual manner, but it just looks terribly strained. “It was nice meet you Ajatar! And Ajatar’s mom!” He turns and starts to walk away, forcing himself to move at a slow and leisurely walk. He’s almost to the bushes, almost there …
the itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout