[P] FUNNY LITTLE GIRL

[Charlotte]

A dreamer with the fever to
be great was all I ever wanted

Not much of a talker, this one, Charlie decides as she watches him. He glances down at her sidelong as he says very little in response to her comment. She doesn’t fail to notice that he doesn’t answer her question about why he’s waiting for Caligo, either. Hmph.

Although, she has to admit that she prefers it a lot more to someone like Corrdelia, who seems to talk her ear off. The filly knows she can do her fair share of talking—she’s got a lot of ideas and adventures to talk about, of course—but even the lady living in the swamp talks way too much for her.

When he says he’s not as new as he’d like to be, Charlie wonders what he means. Is he calling himself old? She grins a little, eyes brightening like an ember. Does she make him feel old? She must make a lot of equines feel old, considering she’s so young. It must be hard being old, if that’s all you think about all the time.

“Your rib?” the young pegasus says with some incredulity. That just doesn’t make sense. How can anything be born from a bone? She glances at the lion, just barely catching the expressions on their faces. When he asks how she found Indy, Charlie tries very hard to school her expression, looking forward in an attempt to hide it. “Oh…”

“Indy? I hatched her from an egg.” Indy, still perched upon the girl’s shoulder, fluffs her feathers with indignity. Charlie raises a brow and glances at the man questioningly. She’s a lot more clever than she might seem, for a kid. The osprey tugs on a bit of Charlie’s mane with one of her feet, “What do you think you’re saying?” Charlie can’t help but begin to laugh.

☸ | @El Toro