if i had a heart, i could love you
Mushroom felt exposed here in the Commons. It was too open. Too bright. Her ears were plastered tightly against the curl of her mane, as if that was going to encourage anyone to speak to her. Her tail snapped audibly against her mousey sides and the expression she gave anyone who dared look at her was less than kind. She wanted a home, didn't she? It certainly didn't seem that way from the look on her face.
When Nahawi whinnied to her, Mushroom turned. Her expression was that of surprise as he greeted her. Her eyes went wide, her brow lifted, and her mouth parted slightly. She honestly hadn't expected anyone to just...come up to her. She understood in her head that's how this worked, but in actual practice, she hated every second of it. Her surprise turns to irritation, then quickly shifts to anger. She drops her head and takes a step back, exposing her teeth like a wounded dog.
"Drop. Dead." Simple. To the point. Mushroom weighs her options. She could flee. It would have been easy to return to the line of trees at the edge of the Commons. He didn't seem like the sort to chase after her if she said no. Or she could attack him. She'd never been in a real fight. She wasn't sure she could win. Or she could stay exactly where she was. After all, Mushrom did want to leave the Commons, but she didn't want anyone else to know that. And so, despite the expression on her face, Mushroom continued to stare at him; watching cautiously for what he might say or do next.
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