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LysetteBadeau She was startled by the appearance of a male that seemed as though he’d be running a marathon within the hour. She took a step back, this time colliding with Marigold her little pony while her arms automatically clenched to her body at the unexpected noise from the sky. Her wrists moved out of her pockets, her left hand delicately closing around the mouse. His black fur could be seen sticking out in places that her small delicate fingers couldn’t quiet cover while his long tail jutted out between her thumb and pointer finger. She glanced up, brown eyes searching until she found the boy. She immediately dashed her left palm, with its hidden treasure, behind her back. She hadn’t meant to take him out at all but she had just been so off guard by the overhead voice. Marigold sniffed at her clenched fish and she yanked a little with her right hand on his tether. His head jerked up but he moved sluggishly to her right side as she offered him a little treat for distraction. Her eyes shifted down to the floor again. She toed the loose gravel at her feet, mixing the dirt over the rocks. She watched her white shoed foot before looking up again to the boy after some internal deliberation met. “I don’t think you can.” The words came out shorter than she’d really intended but she didn’t find much use for boys and especially boys that went around at dusk scaring little girls, their ponies, and their mice! She toed the ground some more, her eyes glued down again. Her brown hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail (no pun intended) but strains had shifted out during travel and now masked her angelic face. “I just wanted a place for Marigold and I to stay tonight. But you don’t look like the person to ask.” Her nose shot into the sky in a smug satisfaction over the boy as she spoke. She didn’t mention the mouse, unsure if he was part of this circus or not. In any circus book, mice were a bad thing. But Harold was simply the most wonderful mouse ever! She’d leave the circus before she left her mouse. It was this kind of childish fury that Lysette had mastered over the year. Companions Marigold.Pony Harold.Mouse |