[PRP] Silence is Bliss (Ranulf X Pocket Lint)

[Thamin]

Ranulf had been walking for quite a while. It was the first time he had been able to sneak away from both his parents and Azzan, a difficult task indeed. "Pocket!!" He called out in attempt to find his friend.

 

[Leez0rz]

Pocket Lint peeked out of hole from under the ground that was big enough for her to fit and also didn't house any scary things in it. Her ears twitched a bit as she looked around, her nose sniffing the air. She peeked out and saw Ranulf walking towards where she was. Pondering how she could get his attention, she pulled herself out of the hole and found a nice rock. She kicked it in front of Ranulf, wagging her tail, hopping that would catch his attention.  

[Thamin]

Ranulf hadn't been looking at the ground, he had been scanning at eye level, so when he saw Pocket spring up he grinned widely and began to make his way towards her. He wasn't watching, so when the rock rolled out in front of him Ranulf tripped over it, falling head first to the ground. He laid there for a moment, vision blurred, and tried to think of what had just happened.

 

[Leez0rz]

Pocket Lint gasped, seeing Ranulf falling head first into the ground. She didn't think that would happen! She rushed towards Ranulf to check on him. The filly didn't want him to get hurt because of her. She stood next to him, bending her head down to nudge his neck with her snout to see if he was still conscious. She was getting a bit frantic, her mind racing her thoughts of how stupid she was for making him fall like that!  

[Thamin]

Ranulf felt the nudging, but for a moment all he could do was blink. After his blurred vision cleared he twisted his head back, basically rolling onto his back in the process, and licked Pockets cheek. It had been a while it seemed since he last saw her, and boy did he miss her. He wagged his tail and giggled a bit before rolling back over to his belly. His head hurt, but he soon forgot about the pain.

 

[Leez0rz]

Pocket Lint watched him, waiting for him to show signs of recognition of any kind. The filly backed up, letting the colt roll onto her back. The filly blushed, feeling him lick her cheek. She looked to him curiously and smiled, moving to tenderly nuzzle his head, hoping he was okay. She backed up a bit to look at him to see if he was physically showing an owwie.  

[Thamin]

Ranulf rubbed his head for a moment, massaging away the pain. Soon it woas nothing more than a memory. He got to his hooves and shook off the dirt he had rolled in. After staring at the ground for a moment to make sure he was steady (and to give the rock a death glare) he turned to Pocket, a wide smile on his face to say he was okay. He giggled and waged his tail excitedly. He didn't like seeing her worry, he just wanted her to be happy.

 

[Leez0rz]

Pocket Lint smiled, watching him. The filly still felt bad for kicking the rock at him, even if the outcome of kicking the rock to him wasn't her fault. She nodded her head, nuzzling against his neck. She was happy he was okay though. If the injury was a lot worse, she would have been devestated that she had done such a thing.  

[Thamin]

Ranulf sighed. Pocket had smiled, but she was still worried. What could he do to tell her he was okay, completely okay. He smiled for a moment, lost in thought. He gave up.

Thinking about him stumbling would only let the problem continue. "Play?" Ranulf asked Pocket. "Apple?" He wanted to know if she was hungry or wanted to play. Food and a good game always took his mind off of something that was troubling him, maybe it would do so for her as well?

 

[Leez0rz]

Poclet Lint watched him curiously. She nodded her head, wagging her tail at the thought of the game. The foal wondered where they would get the apple, and stepped forward and looked around searching for apples.  

[Thamin]

Ranulf couldnt tell if Pocket was nodding for the food or the Play, but it didnt really matter. He had failed at teaching Tag, so the only game he knew to play required an apple. He paused and sat for a moment, scratching behind his ear with his hind hoof much like a dog would, before standing up once more.

He was deep in thought then suddenly an idea hit him. His ears perked up and a grin spread across his face. Ranulf tugged on pockets mane for her to folow him before he took off, running straight for the forest. Apples grew on trees didn't they? So if they were in the trees the might just find an apple!

 

[Leez0rz]

(( I have to change Pocket's personality a bit since I'm not allowed to say that her mouth has been sewn shut. @3@; So, she's going to have a condition call "selective mutism" ))

Pocket Lint wiggled her tail, and giggled seeing him scratch his ear with his hoof. She winced a bit, feeling him tug on her mane. The filly decided to take his lead and followed him, running after him. She tried to make sure she didn't trip or fall. The foal looked up and around, not sure where they were going.  

[Thamin]

Ranulf reached the tree line and slowed his pace. He proceeded to walk forward looking straight up. It wasnt long before he ran straight into a bush. He tugged himslef out of it, twigs and leaves stuck in his mane and tail.

Ranulf turned to Pocket and blushed, he hadn't meant to embarrass himself like that. He was just about to walk of when he smelted something funny in the bush. He poked his head in for a moment before tugging out a (vine-like-)branch with black berries on it. He shook his head confused then looked over at Pocket, not knowing what to d.

 

[Leez0rz]

Pocket Lint was following after Ranulf. Then she noticed Ranulf run off into a bush. She blinked, confused by his actions. Curiously, she stepped closer, unsure of why he had all of a sudden changed direction. The filly tilted her head, seeing him come back out with twigs and leaves in his mane and tail. She giggled lightly. The foal looked to Ranulf, who still had leaves and twigs. She nuzzled him with a smile, and moved to groom his mane and tail from the debri.

Pocket Lint looked at him curiously, stepping closer to him. She watched him carefully, watching him pull out a vine/branch. She went over to it and sniffed it. It smelled funny, but was it edible? Taking one off the branch, she bite into it. She liked the taste of it. She licked her lips, getting any of the juices off of her mouth and looked with Ranulf. "Eat." She said softly, looking away, trying not to make eye contact with him as she spoke.  

[Thamin]

A small gasp came from Ranulf as she consumed the berry. He had never seen anything like it and had no clue if Pocket would be hurt by it. He wished he had eaten one first, so that if anything bad was to happen it would have happened to him first. He was worried, so much so that he almost didn't realize that he had heard Pocket speak.

His jaw dropped at her word. A simple word from a quiet voice, melodic to his ears. He wanted to hear more of the wondrous tone, but how could he ask another to speak when he himself did so on such a rare occasion. He state of shock turned quickly to that of ecstatic joy. He could not bring himself to speak, he knew how to say no words that could describe how he felt. He was happy.

With such a simple request Ranulf could not refuse Pocket. Slowly he inched towards the closest berry and plucked it gently. He bit into it, the juices tart yet sweet at the same time. He chewed for a moment, then swallowed. It was good. He smiled at pocket, only to find that in his joy of her speaking that she had turned away as if her saying her word was, as he thought she might see it as, embarrassing or wrong. Ranulf stepped forward and nuzzled her. "No..."He said softly to her as he rested his neck over hers in an odd form of the hugs that the two leggers did. "No sad Pocket."