Tue Nov 26, 2013 7:24 pm by Songhue
He looked around as she spoke of feeling better, glancing through this strange forest for ideas. It wasn't at all like his own; his was a winter woods, nearly bare and hauntingly forbidding. Bats and eerie spirits were equally plentiful and the plants were just as likely to scratch and stab as they were to nourish.
He was also a rather forbidding stallion, so it suited; while he'd enjoyed the race and had kept his honor by making sure she wasn't going to die, what little honor there was left to him at any rate, he hadn't honestly revealed much of anything. Attempting to converse had been difficult; even now he found his mind shifting out of polite social standards.
Bringing his mind back to focus he felt an idea begin to form as he considered the various things he did in his barren, haunted wood. She'd mentioned running; he'd done plenty of running. Sometimes he fled curses, bats, and faceless nightmares. Sometimes he'd chased them.
The actual practice was probably far too dark for her - he didn't think she was as much a friend with fear as he was. In an odd way she seemed almost innocent. But he could make a spin off of the event, at any rate, and perhaps she could remain interesting.
I know a game that's similar to tag, he said, his voice as mild as ever, except you can't see who's "it." I'll shadow you, try and tag you, but you won't see me through the trees.
It didn't sound at all morbid when he put it that way.
OOC| Everyone left to take Thanksgiving stuff over to the Gran's and I ain't headin that way until I have to - so I have a little quiet time tonight. Not much though, and Thorn is getting prickly again, which combine to make a rather short post.
