12-12-2017, 09:46 PM
Gunsynd
(last night i got high
as your expectations)
What was and was not surprising to him was a completely new and unpredictable study. A foal approaching him in his true form would be seen as foolhardy and up to no good. His puppet, however, posed no immediate risk to young ones (aside from him being male and males being historically unpredictable around children). Gunsynd has no modus operandi for interacting with foals, but luckily he has been alive long enough to take in the idiosyncrasies of others in this type of interaction.
To begin with, he smiles. On this face the smile looks warm, genuine, welcoming. He would laugh if he were to see it and know it was his smile. The filly introduces herself and he nods in greeting, the silver hairs of his mane falling gently over his ear and covering his right eye. “Pleasure to meet you, Provoke. I’m Ginkgo.” He marvels at the dulcet tone of his voice; the ease of its charm. “What brings you to the meadow today?” His ears perk forward, awaiting her reply. It was not his nature to care for the musings of children, but he would play his part until he had regained what he had lost.
To begin with, he smiles. On this face the smile looks warm, genuine, welcoming. He would laugh if he were to see it and know it was his smile. The filly introduces herself and he nods in greeting, the silver hairs of his mane falling gently over his ear and covering his right eye. “Pleasure to meet you, Provoke. I’m Ginkgo.” He marvels at the dulcet tone of his voice; the ease of its charm. “What brings you to the meadow today?” His ears perk forward, awaiting her reply. It was not his nature to care for the musings of children, but he would play his part until he had regained what he had lost.
@[Spink]