Post by bleubrovfloski on May 9, 2010 17:05:43 GMT -6
-- bleu kayla brovfloski. seventeen. senior. musician.
H"oh my!" chrysanthemum exclaimed as a grasshopper jumped in front of her, just barely grazing her nose. her bright, hazel eyes sparked with amusement and embarrassments. what kind of horse was frightened by a little grasshopper? oh yeah. chrysanthemum was. she chuckled nervously and shook off the incredible fear that she had developed for grasshoppers in the last few moments. "n-nobody likes gr-gr-asshoppers, chrysanthemum. don't feel so sub-sub-subconscious," said chrysanthemum. and to avoid any other surprise encounters, the young mare sprinted away from the area that she was in, unknowingly stepping into royal land.
it was a sweet and brittle autumn afternoon and the sun barely had a few hours left before disappearing behind the trees. one or two stars had already begun to twinkle off in the distance, probably dark territory, and this sort of frightened chrysanthemum delilah. in case you hadn't already known, chrysanthemum is a very jittery little number. and also very afraid of the dark. so this sort of "too-close-to-night" encounter almost made her want to turn around and run in fear.but she kept walking, hopefully not lost in the lush forest and mountainous area she was currently in.
eyes blinking quickly, chrysanthemum jumped at any noise she heard. she made up happy thought which were said aloud, and suddenly she felt very, very scared. something in the air was wrong and it wasn't just her in this area. something had to be coming for her. "oh-oh-oh! no, no!" the young mare exclaimed, running around in circles and drastically searching for a place to hide. it was another horse that was scaring her, she could smell it. or him. she could smell him. and it wasn't a bad smell. a good one, no. no unfamiliar smell was a good smell, especially to chrysanthemum. perhaps this in-between smell wasn't going to hurt her?
a nervous twitch escaped the mare and she stood still. chrysanthemum looked around, sure she was being watched--and probably ridiculed--at that very moment. now she was used to being stared at and ridiculed, but not to her face of course. most horses had the respect to wait until after the neurotic girl had jumped away somewhere. but this horse, she could tell, was probably laughing at her. perhaps she should laugh with him? "h-ha ha! i know i'm very f-f-funny!" chrysanthemum uttered sarcastically, still nervously twitching and searching for the hidden male.
iris. thirteen. pacific standard. lea michele.