mintstermonsters:

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It takes a while for you to convince her that you’re really just there to talk to her. You’ve been visiting this clearing for years. She’s been observing you from afar for a while, but whenever you would try to approach her, away she’d go. It’s understandable, though; it must be hard for her as a mythical creature.

When she finally does work up the courage to come up to you, you are careful not to make any sudden movements. You’re pretty sure that would make her run away again. She sits sort of near but separate from you, nervously picking at the grass, braiding it together while it’s still in the ground. When you speak for the first time, she flinches noticeably.

After a fair amount of mono-syllabic responses, you wish her a good day and get up to leave, only to hear her make a protesting sound. When you look back, she apologizes and starts talking rapidly, explaining her nervous situation and her community’s general attitude toward humans. You sit back down, and as she finishes talking, she seems a bit more relaxed. Now, the actual conversation can begin.

She’s very sweet and intelligent, and more than happy to answer all of your questions, and ask some as well. It honestly seems like she’s having a good time, which makes you happy. After a long afternoon of chatting, you part ways with a promise to meet the following day. As she turns away, you see her smile largely. You walk away, glancing back, and when she thinks you can’t see her, she stamps her hooves and hops around, giggling. Looks like tomorrow was going to be a good day.