provoke
She recalls then, that something about him did not seem right. She had entered this here, inside her body, but something about him was pulling at himself, almost as if he was tugging away, peeling like a banana and laying his layers strewn about like a bad comedy act. Provoke smiles up at him readily enough, and when he speaks to her, he seems genuine in his name, and yet something about him was just... Off.
He was him, and yet he wasn't.
In her ability to see and jump dimensions, she has not seen this, and it is interesting to her. she steps back, and then shamelessly walks around him, examining him from all angles, before coming back to him and smiling up at him.
"You brought me here," she says matter of factly, giving a small nod to add emphasis to her words. The meadow was full of creatures like them, but if they could see the pair they made, they might not have been so ready to speak to each other. A stallion and a small oddly-colored filly with the ability to jump dimensions - odd that.
Never mind that he's an old man. An old man with cooties.
"You are the most interesting thing in the meadow, and I am always on an adventure." Another matter of fact statement, this time, her eyes going overhead to the birds that are on the wing. Fall brings about the migrations, and Provoke, being so young, has never seen the like before. And she stands silent, her mouth hanging open, fascinated.
There was always something to learn, and she just knew this Mr. Ginkgo could teach her something she did not know before.
Like why he did not seem happy in his body.
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