[PRP] Faulty Memories [Mellowdaise]

[Meegane]

This stupid ghoul didn't know their height difference, did she? When there was something as tall as two Mellow(s) standing blankly in front and the only path in between branches and leaves was allowed to be passed by one, she's asking that dumb question? The cunning witch was good at pretending innocent, but he knew witches too good that he won't get into their spider webs.

Accusations came from the witch that failed to get the result she wanted, the eyes in bumblebee yellow squinted in anger. This arrogant Warder successfully pissed him off, in her box of comment, he wrote: worse than Trisha and then closed the book of avoidance stored in his little mind.

Insolent, haughty, egotistic and imperious.....were the extra remarks below the first line. If Holly thought she could use her tactics and charms to win over the boil with such a short time, she learned her own lessons. "...That's what I want to say. You're the worst female creature I have met." The tail with the lovely green lashed behind as the ghoul showed that he wasn't welcomed and should leave immediately.

The forest wasn't her own and never be hers to begin with, the fear sublimated into dislike that gave him power to stay at his place, facing bravely to the witch like a mighty little knight.

The Semblance of Unity

A big U-turn

 

[The Semblance of Unity]

"Then I suppose we are in agreement, Mellow. We both think each other awful." Hollandaise frowned. She hadn't been anything more than teasing to the little pony, but he was clearly an overactive, stubborn fool. And, he was not leaving. Sighing creakily, she pushed up off of the tree. She had all the advantages here.

"Run along, little Mellow. Go find a boil to play with." She moved closer to him. Hollandaise was not tall, but she was taller than Mellow, and if she stood on tiptoe, she could pretend that she loomed over the boil. Face impassive, she wiggled her fingers at him.

"What will you do if i decide to touch you?"

Meegane

 

[Meegane]

This witch!

She was so egoistic on critter, but pretended to be nice and harmless. She was a good actress, but he didn't buy it, he was a smart cautious ceffyl dwr. Mellow hated her attitude, as if the forest was hers and she was showing off her ownership.

Disgusting.

"Just you." He didn't agree he was awful, at least his friends didn't think so, only her vote won't change his mind. "I do what I want."

Alright, he knew it! When sweet poison didn't work, next witches used threats and forceful violence. "How about your promise?" He blankly asked with icy voice, tail lashing behind, boots ground against the soil to enhance the stance. He wasn't going to back off this time.

Against this evilness.

The Semblance of Unity

He felt like a knight braving a jacking fire dragon.

 

[The Semblance of Unity]

Hollandaise blinked.

"Ah... okay?" This little pony was honestly getting more and more confusing by the minute. She didn't hate him, necessarily, but she found his thoughts hard to follow, his actions indecipherable. She sighed and stroked her leaves absently. Mellow had a point - she could not break her promise, no matter how much he irritated her.

"Mellow, you are right, I cannot redact my promise to you previously. However, I can... simply go another way? Or climb a tree, or hie off into the woods. What is your aim here?" With that, she swung herself up into a low-hanging branch and peered down at him. He looked somehow close to violence and while Hollandaise did not dislike violence, she preferred it for the sake of learning.

Meegane

congratulations, mellow once again threw holly for a loop lol

 

[Meegane]

Don't act innocent, please. （￣へ￣）

Even when Holly acted softer, his defense held firm and not loose up. Not only she found him hard to read, but he felt her changeableness as well. She could do whatever she liked, that was not his business. Mellow had the consciousness that unlike the Warder, he won't claim the woods as his own, everyone was allowed to stay as long as they didn't bother or assault him.

He was docile most of the time, mainly he dislikes troubles. Yet, Holly was the first one to get on his nerves, the short-tempered boil didn't have the patience to negotiate with the ghoul, in addition of the deep-rooted fear.

Aim? Why does she think he would tell her? So that she could steal his running partner?

The boil in skepticism squinted his eyes, he couldn't deny the fact that the forest witch had good communication tactics that drew creeple to her. Or maybe she enthrall and cast spell on them.

Either way, his lips pressed into a thin line for a long while.

The Semblance of Unity

These two are stubborn.

 

[The Semblance of Unity]

Hollandaise sighed. Mellow had said nothing and simply continued to stare as if she were some horrible thing barring his way. Enough was enough. This, he, she was going nowhere. Yellow eyes blinked down at the green little pony. This was simply no longer worth her time or effort. Later, perhaps, she would come back to it, worry at it, at him, as though he were a scab to pick at.

"Mmm," she waved one long-fingered hand about dismissively. "Suit yourself, Mellow." And then she proceeded to loop her arms around the sturdy tree branch, close her eyes, and attempt to nap.

Meegane

wehhh forgot to type this up yesterday, sorry meg!

 

[Meegane]

Is she done?

- Done with pestering him, Mellow couldn't tell, he walked around the tree with Holly on it like a cautious wolf. A few minutes had passed, and his sensitive ears could overhear the stable breathe from her side. The body eased, and he sat down under the tree opposite to where she was, observing.

He still had to wait for Chaya for a running, though he was itching to dash already. The trouble that the Warder brought him formed a big dour black cloud in his mind and he disliked that. He wanted to wash them away with the refreshing breezes.

What he didn't notice was he transformed into his natural form obliviously, a tiny miniature pony petting with his soft fluffy tail.

The Semblance of Unity

bump.

 

[The Semblance of Unity]

Despite her intention to nap, Hollandaise kept one half-lidded eye trained on the pony's actions. She watched him walk and sit down underneath the other tree. Suddenly, he shifted into a very, very miniature pony with the fluffiest tail she had ever seen. With admirable restraint, she swallowed her giggle. It seemed as though Mellow no longer felt like bothering her. Well, that was perfectly okay, she thought. Sighing, she shifted around the branch, settling her body against it more fully. And, after one last peek at Mellow, she was asleep.

Mellow might hear the faintest of snoring if he listened hard - or was it simply the sound of wind playing in the tree's branches?

Meegane

fin? :0