01-31-2017, 12:32 AM
There’s an intensity there that unnerves him, and as she presses forward, he slinks back beneath her gaze. “Oh um …” He feels more than a little uncomfortable. “My trait is … well, really not that great. I don’t want it back. I’m just fine with these wings!” He knows most would probably leap at the possibility of getting their traits back, and he has a suspicion that this mare will want to know why he is not like the majority. But he can’t bring himself to discuss his spider problem with this mare he doesn’t know.
But he hopes she at least understands wanting to keep the wings. They give him such happiness and freedom. There’s no way he’d want to trade that for … well, his problem.
He glances nervously back at the bushes, painfully aware of both how close and how far away they are. He could make a break for it, but that would be awkward beyond belief. Even more awkward than he usually is. His eyes return to the palomino, and he tries to offer what he thinks might be a winning smile. “Well, I should probably be on my way. I’m glad Ajatar wasn’t lost. And it was really nice to meet you!” He lifts a foot, but he doesn’t step or turn away. This time he waits for permission.
But he hopes she at least understands wanting to keep the wings. They give him such happiness and freedom. There’s no way he’d want to trade that for … well, his problem.
He glances nervously back at the bushes, painfully aware of both how close and how far away they are. He could make a break for it, but that would be awkward beyond belief. Even more awkward than he usually is. His eyes return to the palomino, and he tries to offer what he thinks might be a winning smile. “Well, I should probably be on my way. I’m glad Ajatar wasn’t lost. And it was really nice to meet you!” He lifts a foot, but he doesn’t step or turn away. This time he waits for permission.
the itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout