You're walking down a pebbled path in Beauty's forest, with Knife. Your senses are jangling. You feel hyperaware, and nervous, and very, very aware that she's human. Humans aren't safe. You remember now. You shouldn't let humans get close to you; maybe they don't remember, but they will, and then they'll know what you are and you'll be shut out again. Rejected.
"I dunno," she's telling you. "It's probably a pony. It was kind of dark. It definitely had hooves."
"...we'll find out, huh?" Don't let on that anything's wrong, you tell yourself. Don't --
"Either way, it's a weird looking but possibly cute animal. No doubt you will love it." She reaches out to pat you on the shoulder, grinning, and you tense up a little but let her, putting on a smile. That wasn't too bad a slip, you think -- she's biting her lip.
"Doesn't look like there's anything up here," she says. You've reached an empty clearing.
"That's odd," you say.
"I guess we get to find out what goes here next time. How thrilling."
It's been a long day, and you're tired and a little frustrated, on top of your nerves. You huff. She grins again a bit but shoots you an uneasy look, putting a little more space between you.
"Knife...?"
"You really should just tell me, you know. When I freak you out."
Oh no. "It's not...!"
"-- hey, it's okay. I know about it. I guess it must have been weird when I -- didn't feel like everyone else, or whatever. I didn't really know how to talk to you about it. But if you just tell me, I'll always back off. I'm just handsy."
You stare at her, not knowing what to say -- you're still scared, but this is your friend, and maybe she's human and maybe she's feeling different and nervy for her own reasons too. You could back off here and she'd let you, you know -- and you realize that you're being very, very stupid, and you tackle her.
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"I dunno," she's telling you. "It's probably a pony. It was kind of dark. It definitely had hooves."
"...we'll find out, huh?" Don't let on that anything's wrong, you tell yourself. Don't --
"Either way, it's a weird looking but possibly cute animal. No doubt you will love it." She reaches out to pat you on the shoulder, grinning, and you tense up a little but let her, putting on a smile. That wasn't too bad a slip, you think -- she's biting her lip.
"Doesn't look like there's anything up here," she says. You've reached an empty clearing.
"That's odd," you say.
"I guess we get to find out what goes here next time. How thrilling."
It's been a long day, and you're tired and a little frustrated, on top of your nerves. You huff. She grins again a bit but shoots you an uneasy look, putting a little more space between you.
"Knife...?"
"You really should just tell me, you know. When I freak you out."
Oh no. "It's not...!"
"-- hey, it's okay. I know about it. I guess it must have been weird when I -- didn't feel like everyone else, or whatever. I didn't really know how to talk to you about it. But if you just tell me, I'll always back off. I'm just handsy."
You stare at her, not knowing what to say -- you're still scared, but this is your friend, and maybe she's human and maybe she's feeling different and nervy for her own reasons too. You could back off here and she'd let you, you know -- and you realize that you're being very, very stupid, and you tackle her.