01-25-2017, 12:47 AM
“Stop.”
Damn, he was almost free. His hoof freezes in mid air. There’s a tone to her voice that makes him obey immediately. A tone that tells him she is not to be trifled with.
He can hear little Ajatar trying to reassure her mother, but the child trails off, obviously realizing that her efforts are futile.
Lauchlan has the distinct feeling that he’s about to get kicked, or bitten.
He forces a smile back onto his face (though it looks frozen and afraid), and turns slowly back to face the mare. He doesn’t want to make a sudden movement and set her off.
He waits then, expecting to be berated for approaching little Ajatar, and possibly be accused of being a creep or a kidnapper or something. He’s rather unprepared for what the mare actually does say.
“Your wings, are they one of those temporary things the fairies gave out in return for their arrogance?” Lauchlan’s head cocks to the side, brown eyes widening in confusion. “… huh?” His wings?! What do they have to do with anything?
He stretches his wings out for a moment, head tucking around to take a look, before returning his cautious gaze to the palomino. “Yeah, they were from the faeries?” Of course, he’d had wings before, only mutilated little stumps of wings (and he’d had his … problem) … he’s just not about to share that with this angry stranger.
Damn, he was almost free. His hoof freezes in mid air. There’s a tone to her voice that makes him obey immediately. A tone that tells him she is not to be trifled with.
He can hear little Ajatar trying to reassure her mother, but the child trails off, obviously realizing that her efforts are futile.
Lauchlan has the distinct feeling that he’s about to get kicked, or bitten.
He forces a smile back onto his face (though it looks frozen and afraid), and turns slowly back to face the mare. He doesn’t want to make a sudden movement and set her off.
He waits then, expecting to be berated for approaching little Ajatar, and possibly be accused of being a creep or a kidnapper or something. He’s rather unprepared for what the mare actually does say.
“Your wings, are they one of those temporary things the fairies gave out in return for their arrogance?” Lauchlan’s head cocks to the side, brown eyes widening in confusion. “… huh?” His wings?! What do they have to do with anything?
He stretches his wings out for a moment, head tucking around to take a look, before returning his cautious gaze to the palomino. “Yeah, they were from the faeries?” Of course, he’d had wings before, only mutilated little stumps of wings (and he’d had his … problem) … he’s just not about to share that with this angry stranger.
the itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout