little.thorn.tree IP: 99.42.4.66 Posted on December 1, 2011 at 12:11:31 PM by Acacia
The fox watched as the colt fell gracefully to the sand, head bowing and a look of deep... something crossing his proud face. Acacia couldn't be sure what had just happened; this kind of remorse, of sudden depression was just something he'd not heard of. A practical part of him said that this was melodramatic, perhaps, but then again the fox could not know what the unicorn was going through, neither with his loneliness nor his sense of neglecting his forsworn duty to his mistress. Acacia didn't even know Tesseract /had/ a mistress - he assumed the unicorn's life was his own, as every creature's was. Or so he assumed.
The lithe little fox pinned his ears back, yawning nervously, a high-pitched bark at the end of his anxious stretch. "Face what?" he inquired again, tilting his head and seating himself in a sit that spoke of sudden readiness. In contrast to Tesseract's limp lethargy, Acacia's sit was coiled, not relaxed, like a spring pushed down and prepared to fly into the air when released. He didn't understand Tesseract's actions, and it made him nervous. What could be so terrible to cause someone to just - just fall, like that?
He curled his tail around him, a further act of uncertainty. "I'm sorry," he said suddenly, aware that his own barrage of questions had led to this breakdown. "I don't mean - I just don't understand. What's so bad?" He wasn't demeaning in any way, just genuinely nosy and naturally incorrigible. Replies: There have been no replies.
