Post by Spirit Weaver on Sept 23, 2014 23:42:37 GMT -5
Spirit felt grosser than usual. Not only was she covered in three days worth of dust and grime, but she sprinted a good twenty minute round trip, half of it being heavily weighed down with various artifacts that could not be left in the open. Most of the time, Spirt would not really mind feeling this way, typically due to sitting around all alone just about always. But, now, here she was, panting and sweating next to a pony that was clean, well dressed, and was obviously too kind for his own good.
Her bag making frustrating clinking and rattling noises with each step, they carried on in relative silence. Spirit, could hardly think of anything to say! She already showered him in thanks and the like, and conversation was not her strong suit! After what felt like an eternity of walking, Spirit began to space out, and didn't even notice Fancy leave her side until she was a good ten feet ahead of where he turned off to what she assumed was his home.
She took a few rather large, bounding steps, before settling with a clack of hooves on stone in front of the door, "I take it this is it, then?"
Her bag making frustrating clinking and rattling noises with each step, they carried on in relative silence. Spirit, could hardly think of anything to say! She already showered him in thanks and the like, and conversation was not her strong suit! After what felt like an eternity of walking, Spirit began to space out, and didn't even notice Fancy leave her side until she was a good ten feet ahead of where he turned off to what she assumed was his home.
She took a few rather large, bounding steps, before settling with a clack of hooves on stone in front of the door, "I take it this is it, then?"
