Oh, no. It was at the door. It was scraping at the wood with what were surely great big talons, and it would tear her door down and eat her just like the wolf ate the sheep who made the mistake of dying her wool vibrant colors in a forest setting.
Asel pulled her blanket tighter around herself, and sniffled again.
She blinked when it spoke. He? They? It… seemed like speaking. Her eyes were still watering, her mouth the disconsolate pout one might expect from someone waiting to be eaten. "That's… okay?" she said, though not very loudly. This was all very overwhelming. "You're, ah. You're welcome. You can take the sand. All of the sand. That's fine. I don't need it."
Or, wait. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything. Maybe she should have pretended no one was home. She pulled the quilt forward over her face and the rest of her, so that it covered her completely. A very innocuous patchwork lump. Aside from the bottoms of her hooves, which she was not aware were visible under the edge of the blanket on the floor.
"No one is home right now," she called, muffled by the quilt. "So you should just help yourself. To the sand! Just the sand! The goat is cursed. You don't want the goat. Please and thank you."
Asel pulled her blanket tighter around herself, and sniffled again.
She blinked when it spoke. He? They? It… seemed like speaking. Her eyes were still watering, her mouth the disconsolate pout one might expect from someone waiting to be eaten. "That's… okay?" she said, though not very loudly. This was all very overwhelming. "You're, ah. You're welcome. You can take the sand. All of the sand. That's fine. I don't need it."
Or, wait. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything. Maybe she should have pretended no one was home. She pulled the quilt forward over her face and the rest of her, so that it covered her completely. A very innocuous patchwork lump. Aside from the bottoms of her hooves, which she was not aware were visible under the edge of the blanket on the floor.
"No one is home right now," she called, muffled by the quilt. "So you should just help yourself. To the sand! Just the sand! The goat is cursed. You don't want the goat. Please and thank you."
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