Don’t stare. Don’t stare. Don’t stare.
It doesn’t work; this inner mantra to not stare. She can’t help herself. The other was so beautiful! She made Bean look like a handful of dirt, although even that might - at times - be more appealing than the ordinary brown mare. So she stares, as the blue and purple chase themselves in opalescent brilliance across the mare’s skin.
Oh. They’re not alone. Not for long, at least as a stallion joins them and he seems to be a grumpy-gus. Bean though, just smiles at him and is as pleasant as a slice of freshly served pie. She just looks ok as he moseys right on up to the mare and it becomes apparent that they know one another. Yep, now she is more than certain that she has indeed interrupted something.
Her brain could stumble over lover’s trysts and friendships and the like, but it doesn’t. Their business is their business and she’s just a bystander considering her options, like meandering onward and leaving them to it. Except she’s included and sticks out like a burr in their midst. Oh dear!
So Bean finally answers him, “Clearly something was interrupted, be it a nap or a daydream or whatever. Mama did teach me to be polite, how about yours?” It was a tiny jab at his bluntness, so easily mistaken for rudeness but the brown mare just smiles on, kind of like Dory - a fish out of water.
“Thank you,” she tells the pretty mare as her brown eyes shift between them to finally settle on some tree in the middle. Poor tree, like it really wants to be the center of her attention, but she figured it was a nice neutral point to focus on. Her mind starts to wander until she feels the weight of the mare’s gaze on her and Bean looks at her. “Hmm? Oh... probably, I’m not quite sure.” she mumbled, trying to think of the song’s origins.
She is thinking long and hard about the song and doesn’t notice the social ineptness that each of them displays. Was there a proper amount of time to make introductions? If so, Bean was probably taught it but not really paying attention to the lesson - had her head in the clouds most likely. “Nice to meet you,” she offers, because it seems the right thing to do. “I’m Bean, of… umm… everywhere.” she finishes lamely but happily, not noticing the frown that fell across those purple lips.
@[Oceane] @[Leilan] Sorry it took so long to reply!
@[Oceane] @[Leilan] Sorry it took so long to reply!