How long had she been at this for?
A breeze had swept by her then, though not particularly cold, it drove a chill into her bones and a shiver down her spine. So focused on her game, she hadn’t noticed the film of sweat and the ache in her ribs when her sides heaved to until the bugger had finally either gone silent or died from exhaustion. Hopefully he didn’t die - then she would feel terrible.
“Hello, please tell me you’re still alive,” she pled, crouching down as low as equinely possible, a look of concern drawn on the lines of her face. What was she going to do if she found him motionless and unchirping, flat on his back with his little jumpy legs in the air? Is it possible to revive a bug? Where did grasshoppers go when they die? How did she not know these things?!
Anxious and worried, she is deaf to the approach of someone behind her.
Relief overcomes her when she hears a voice and she sighs to cleanse herself of the infringing unpleasant feelings. But where her expression had just relaxed with sweet relief, it wraps and tightens into obvious confusion. “No…I was talking to you, ” says as her nose brushes over the ground, searching for the little monster whose voice she had thought she just heard.
Her nose must have parted the brush in the worst possible place then because the cheeky little jerk decides to jump, directly onto her head at the base of her horn. Startled, Catcher makes a strangled yelping sound as her head tosses and she scuttles backward unknowingly towards the actual source of the floating voice.
@[meraxes] absolutely no worries! I had the lovely intention of having a grown up dialogue between them and then this happened. Feel free to power play her a bit since I left it open ended
A breeze had swept by her then, though not particularly cold, it drove a chill into her bones and a shiver down her spine. So focused on her game, she hadn’t noticed the film of sweat and the ache in her ribs when her sides heaved to until the bugger had finally either gone silent or died from exhaustion. Hopefully he didn’t die - then she would feel terrible.
“Hello, please tell me you’re still alive,” she pled, crouching down as low as equinely possible, a look of concern drawn on the lines of her face. What was she going to do if she found him motionless and unchirping, flat on his back with his little jumpy legs in the air? Is it possible to revive a bug? Where did grasshoppers go when they die? How did she not know these things?!
Anxious and worried, she is deaf to the approach of someone behind her.
Relief overcomes her when she hears a voice and she sighs to cleanse herself of the infringing unpleasant feelings. But where her expression had just relaxed with sweet relief, it wraps and tightens into obvious confusion. “No…I was talking to you, ” says as her nose brushes over the ground, searching for the little monster whose voice she had thought she just heard.
Her nose must have parted the brush in the worst possible place then because the cheeky little jerk decides to jump, directly onto her head at the base of her horn. Startled, Catcher makes a strangled yelping sound as her head tosses and she scuttles backward unknowingly towards the actual source of the floating voice.
@[meraxes] absolutely no worries! I had the lovely intention of having a grown up dialogue between them and then this happened. Feel free to power play her a bit since I left it open ended
