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02-02-2013, 03:35 PM
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LYNX It took only a few moments for the filly to step forward, making the choice to follow wherever he may choose to go. He is officially he guardian now, and he makes a vow to do whatever it takes to keep the girl safe and happy. Although, he thinks, it will not be easy. One look at the path, and she is pressed against him, the scent of fear filling the air around her small form. His own eyes see nothing out of ordinary, and the breeze brings no predatory smells to his flared nostrils. What is frightening her then? Though confused, he nuzzles her comfortingly. She was certainly a flighty little creature, his Demetrie, and without knowing the source of her fear he can do nothing to alleviate it. Struck by sudden inspiration, he begins to hum again, remembering how the sound had soothed her before. Another few steps are taken along the trail, hoping that she will see that nothing is about to leap out and devour them if he goes first. Or maybe he could use a game to distract the girl, as he had done with Beauty, though he doubts that tag will work as well on the child as it had for the ravenling. In fact, the only foal games he can think of all involve running or hiding, neither of which will serve to calm his current charge. What could he use then? His presence and the humming, of course, but what else can he do? Drawings might amuse, but they wouldn't get the two of them down the trail. Games had been ruled out, and speech was impossible. He had no magic to distract or reassure the girl, and there was no way to let her know that he was considered a good fighter where he came from, capable of fending off a wolf or whatever type of predator she might believe to haunt the forest. He'd just have to take it one step at a time and hope that Demetrie didn't decide to bolt.  |
