I didn't want to offend or anger him, and I looked down at my hooves while I shuffled back a bit, lowering my crown just enough to let my forelock hide my face. Looking back up with half of my gaze on him, I took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm sorry, I just don't trust you yet." There, as blunt as I could ever be. Would he demand an explanation? Would my words turn him against me into a petty retort? I certainly hoped not... To date (although it was indeed a short amount of time) Bucephalus had not given me any reason to distrust him. He had been friendly, kind and patient, and that alone terrified me. I had grown used to negative remarks, comfortable with being ignored, and suspicious of any that treated me any differently. Especially the males..."I don't really trust anyone."
Well, now that I was completely uncomfortable, I dropped my gaze to look anywhere but at Bucephalus, settling for his pet rock. Why was he even trying to change that thing? And by singing, no less? I let these rambling questions distract me, to give me a false sense of courage and comfort as I waited for the stallion's response.
Verbal/Physical Abuse permitted, no permanently injuring or killing please.