Everything seemed so peaceful for a moment, even the mysterious singing stranger seemed to have quieted. Hopefully he'd continue on his way and not even realize that she or her subjects were there. Fate had other plans in store for the young mare though. As she lay there, almost halfway through her sketch the very man that had been letting his voice echo throughout the forest made an appearance. She heard him first as he walked through the foliage. Her lavender eyes grew wide as a brief spark of panic overtook her. The pigs! He would scare them away! "Nononono..." Her soft voice was barely more than a whisper as she implored him, begged him, to stop moving.
His incredulous words fell on deaf ears as she stared at him and then at the pigs, the stallion had the mother's attention but as he had stopped the sow didn't move.
Her sigh of relief was interuppted as he then he continued on further, spooking the small family and sending the scurrying away. "No!" An actual loud tone that would be heard for all of the disappointment, anguish, and annoyance that was manifesting within the mare. Her perfect subjects were now ruined! She wanted to draw them standing in front of that tree in their former positions, not where they stood now! Oh, great! "Y-y-you oaf! Look at what you did!" She rose to her hooves then, eyes glaring daggers at the man who ruined the afternoon while her soft tone was almost a juxtaposition to the anger she felt.
His words hit her then as she snorted and rolled her eyes. Rather than speak first she turned the book outwards so that he could see the semi-finished sketch of the piglets and the immediate scenery that she'd been working on. After giving him time to study it she would close the book and allow it to fall and dangle from the leather strap that kept it attached to her. "Those were my subjects and you scared them away!" She looked towards where the pigs had wandered off to only to find that in the midst of the excitement the porcine family had completely wandered off.
She sighed then, tail swishing as she tried to calm herself down. It was just a family of boars, she could find more if she really needed to. Plus, it was only a practice sketch... nothing to get too worked up about. Her glare lessened as she studied the stranger then, noting his unicorn features and darkened coat. She'd not seen him around before and wondered where he hailed from. And then, it was her turn, "What are you doing?" Besides interrupting me...
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"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...
