06-10-2015, 04:56 PM
all things are possible
even the worst of things
even the worst of things
He does not taste weird. He tastes like a perfectly normal horse. Why she had tasted him in the first place was the real question here. What kind of horse licks another horse? Now that’s weird. Which he would have happily told her if he knew that she was thinking of how unpleasant he’d tasted. Which he should have told her originally when she’d said he tasted funny.
At the moment however, that is the furthest thing from his mind as the meeting comes to a conclusion. He remains where he is for several long moments, watching everyone disperse. He was just thinking he might attempt to locate his sister when the shout splits the air. His dark head jerks around, ears snapping forward in surprise. There is only one horse that had ever called him by that name: Librette’s opinionated (and weird) daughter.
The second bellow propels him into motion, his long legs moving easily through the dense foliage. The third bellow causes several nearby birds to burst into flight, followed by a cacophony of loud squawks and protestations. Criminey, does that girl have a set of lungs.
He doesn’t see her right away. As small as she is, she is barely visible through the large leaves of the surrounding plants. As a result, he nearly barrels her over. He doesn’t however, catching himself at the last moment. A surprised snort escapes his dark nostrils as he gives her decidedly disgruntled look. His dark brown eyes glance over her, making sure she is unharmed. Once he is able to ascertain for himself that she is perfectly well, he gives a soft sigh, amusement and exasperation warring for dominance on his features.
What, exactly, are you doing here?
At the moment however, that is the furthest thing from his mind as the meeting comes to a conclusion. He remains where he is for several long moments, watching everyone disperse. He was just thinking he might attempt to locate his sister when the shout splits the air. His dark head jerks around, ears snapping forward in surprise. There is only one horse that had ever called him by that name: Librette’s opinionated (and weird) daughter.
The second bellow propels him into motion, his long legs moving easily through the dense foliage. The third bellow causes several nearby birds to burst into flight, followed by a cacophony of loud squawks and protestations. Criminey, does that girl have a set of lungs.
He doesn’t see her right away. As small as she is, she is barely visible through the large leaves of the surrounding plants. As a result, he nearly barrels her over. He doesn’t however, catching himself at the last moment. A surprised snort escapes his dark nostrils as he gives her decidedly disgruntled look. His dark brown eyes glance over her, making sure she is unharmed. Once he is able to ascertain for himself that she is perfectly well, he gives a soft sigh, amusement and exasperation warring for dominance on his features.
What, exactly, are you doing here?
shahrizai