Post by Broadwaykat on Jan 11, 2016 2:22:24 GMT
She wasn't sure why, but these City Ponies could be the jumpiest folks she had ever met. They clearly had never truly learned what it was like, having come classic "R and R" once in a while; lay back with your hooves up, drinking a nice cider and letting all the dust of the road shake out of your mane. Everyone needed one of those days...it settled your nerves, stopped the jitters, and just made you more agreeable in the long run.
But everyone here, from the shoppers she passed to the clerks at their shops, seemed to be giving her that...look. That look of a cornered critter that you're just about to stomp on. Perhaps her reputation had proceeded her - but for what? She was as righteous as they came; if admittedly a little taller than some of these city-breds. They just grew 'em bigger and stronger in the country - in her family especially. Why, she was a might smaller than her baby brother! And daddy joked there was ox blood somewhere! But she wouldn't hurt a horsefly.
She was leaning over a booth, eyeing the fruit for sale. Once or twice her eyes darted up to meet the seller; who seemed intently interested in their own smock. She gingerly tapped one pear with her hoof, finding it slightly squishy.
"'Mite overripe, these." She drawled innocently, flashing the clerk a grin that, while friendly, showed a tad too much teeth. "Ain't tryin' ta sell old wares, are we? Not sure that's entirely healthy, ya'know. Not illegal or nothin', but still..."
A little underhanded, if they were. She backed up ever so slightly, swinging her ample backside out into the cosway without realizing that it might be blocking someone's path. She was was used to wider, opener spaces.
But everyone here, from the shoppers she passed to the clerks at their shops, seemed to be giving her that...look. That look of a cornered critter that you're just about to stomp on. Perhaps her reputation had proceeded her - but for what? She was as righteous as they came; if admittedly a little taller than some of these city-breds. They just grew 'em bigger and stronger in the country - in her family especially. Why, she was a might smaller than her baby brother! And daddy joked there was ox blood somewhere! But she wouldn't hurt a horsefly.
She was leaning over a booth, eyeing the fruit for sale. Once or twice her eyes darted up to meet the seller; who seemed intently interested in their own smock. She gingerly tapped one pear with her hoof, finding it slightly squishy.
"'Mite overripe, these." She drawled innocently, flashing the clerk a grin that, while friendly, showed a tad too much teeth. "Ain't tryin' ta sell old wares, are we? Not sure that's entirely healthy, ya'know. Not illegal or nothin', but still..."
A little underhanded, if they were. She backed up ever so slightly, swinging her ample backside out into the cosway without realizing that it might be blocking someone's path. She was was used to wider, opener spaces.