Silent people have the loudest minds.

Immediately things were going down hill and Lyden's mood had become a bit sore. However, he tried to erasure me that it was fine and his muzzle went up my neck and caressed my cheek. Instantly I shot up and panicked a bit. What is it with him and the neck! My legs rose and touched the ground slightly, pawing the ground with a exit for my nerves. A snort released itself from my nares and my voice came out sternly. Seriousness reinforced my eyes and my muscles twitched as I spoke directly to Lyden.

Please, don't touch my neck. Anything else is fine, but I'm afraid the neck is off limits. By this time he was over near Gandy and lectured her a bit. She seemed a little less than thrilled that he was doing such, but he voiced what he felt. Gandy on the other hand tried to explain a little, but she let him speak, even though it was against her.

Telling him not to be a grouch and then she turned to me asking if she was being unreasonable. My ears perked forward and I flicked my tail as I thought. I um, no not really... Everyone has things they think is better to tell at a later time. My gaze fell upon Lyden and my gaze softened considerably. Everyone has their skeletons and emotional scars. They also like Gandy use it to mess around. We were too sensitive towards her in that aspect.

Once more my gaze fell upon Gandy and I looked her in her bright blues. Sorry. This time though mischief sparked my gaze and a smile etched my lips. A giggle rippled my ribs and I went over to Lyden's side as if doing nothing, passing him a little. Then grabbed a few deadened twigs and walked over back to the pail stallion. From there I went to his front and placed the twigs in his mane, backing away I laughed.

What a pretty boy. Don't you think Gandy? It was just pure playfulness at this point and I was trying to aid Gandy in breaking the tense atmosphere. Throwing my head about in a playful fashion and then I went over to a nearby tree. Pressing my head against its trunk and I just stood there. Hopefully they'd laugh or at least think her odd enough to give a sigh. Which would at least break this ice.



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Mustang~:~Ebony~:~14.2~:~Female~:~Four years~:~Lady of Lyden