i'm a wild boy, ready to destroy Posted on February 1, 2024 at 11:31:16 PM by Salinger
Crap.
My brow is furrowed down low as I look west over the tall grasses of the Commons. I was getting a little antsy. Steinbeck had wanted to split up to explore near here, but I hadn't seen him for a while. My bottom lip finds its way between my teeth, and I nibble at it nervously. I'm really not sure if he decided to go back to our mother or not. I was old enough to go off on my own if I really wanted to, but Stein? A soft snort flutters my pale nostrils. He'd be better off going back to Mom at the end of the day.
The wind tossed at the short strands of my mane, sending them with ticklish accuracy into the soft, inner hairs of my ears. My face screws up with equal parts laughter and an urgent discomfort at the sensation. I ended up having to shake my head hard to dislodge them. The laughter that had been farther off was much closer now. I didn't really understand why until something smaller hit me.
It hadn't been enough force to knock me over, but boy did it make my legs smart! I groaned at the ache in my limbs and then looked down. It had only been a filly! A laugh escaped me before I could really clamp my mouth shut. It had rumbled something new and deep in my chest; that had surprised me. "Is that how you go around greeting everyone?" I hoped there was enough humor in my voice to show her I wasn't that mad.