Mother Goose is just a fairy-tale Posted on May 11, 2020 at 10:34:15 AM by Goose
Quiet. She seemed quiet; this n.asa he'd come across. She seemed unsure of how she should be acting and what she could be saying. She seemed embarrassed and yet; she seemed shy. Yes, that was a good word for the description of her words and actions here. He is compassionate in all that he does. He is weathered though; young enough still. He wraps his mind around her name and the inquiry that follows with her speech. It is only briefly that silence is his own and he clears his throat.
New? I was a while ago. No more though. Goose had a home now and it was beginning to show appearance of being too quiet. Goose didn't like a mass of commotion or confusion. Neither did he like the silence of his dwindling Bay. I am no longer quite the stranger to the meadows that I once was. He chuckles a bit with the thoughts of his sibling and that stallion. He'd appeared intimidating he was sure but it hadn't been intentional.
I call the Bay my home. I am its guardian. Its leader if you will. He smiles then and catches his breath only momentarily before a question of his own had formed on those whiskery lips. How about yourself n.asa? Have you been in the meadows before? What of the islands? Do you find yourself unfamiliar with them and a stranger to the islands themselves? Was she new? Goose doesn't know really as he'd never come across her before. He hadn't come across many honestly. This needed to change though; and he'd taken the first steps of that now. Replies: