Whym had a sense that she was not able to hear Antares’ words clearly over the stomping. She could sort of see the other mare’s mouth moving frantically at points, but only caught a few words. She heard something about running in a circle? Or, at least, she thought that she did.
Like any quirlicorn with a semblance of common sense would do, Whym picked up her pace and ran around in circles, somehow dodging the elephants. The floor shook under her hooves, as the elephants trumpeted in unison. “So they could speak in elephant!” she realized with a beaming smile. “That’s so cool. I want to learn how to speak in elephant language!”
Unfortunately, Whym did not have the time to trumpet like an elephant, for they had soon recovered and returned to their stomping frenzy.
“Of course it matters! Pink matters very much,” Whym shouted over the noise. “It’s like- It’s like saying that your mane doesn’t matter. Your mane matters very much. Like, it is so pretty. Have you even seen it before? Well, of course you have. It’s your mane, so- Well, I can’t assume either. Maybe you’ve never looked at the mirror or something.”
She saw Antares’ mouth open and close several times, and with a start, Whym realized that the other was trying to tell her something. With narrowed eyes and a curious mind, Whym inched closer to the other and heard her yell something about being ready to knock the elephants out.
“Huh?” she yelled back. “How am I supposed to do that? In case you haven’t noticed, they’re a million times larger than the two of us combined! I can’t even knock out a raging sheep. And sheep have fluff on them. Like, all over their body!” Okay, maybe sheep weren’t that relevant right now, but her mind always hopped a hundred places at once.
She groaned slightly when she realized that Antares probably couldn’t hear her anyways, since the latter decided to start running in circles.
All of a sudden, Whym realized that Antares likely told her to lead the elephants in a circle. She grinned and shouted, “I got your message!” Perhaps it was a tad too late, but at least Whym finally understood. She ducked under another attacking trunk and started to gallop in a circle, trying to lead the elephants into a circle. Several of them followed her, although Whym didn’t look back. She did not dare to, since craning her neck and refocusing her eyes would take energy that she did not have, and the time that she did not have either.
Baab the elephant did not even realize that he was being led on a circle as he charged after the dark mare. Two of the more confused ones ran after the talkative one (no, he didn’t know what those puny quirlicorns were saying, but he could still hear noises; his ears functioned perfectly fine). “ELEPHANTS! WE! WILL! WIN!”
“WIIIIIIIIN!” the elephants chorused, stomping after the dark mare.
A confused elephant instead shouted, “LUNCH!!!!”
“LUUUUUNCH!” the other elephants chorused again.
Total word count (for this post): 514
Whym: 9813 // 39 chimes [total]
Antares: 9532 // 38 chimes [total]
Like any quirlicorn with a semblance of common sense would do, Whym picked up her pace and ran around in circles, somehow dodging the elephants. The floor shook under her hooves, as the elephants trumpeted in unison. “So they could speak in elephant!” she realized with a beaming smile. “That’s so cool. I want to learn how to speak in elephant language!”
Unfortunately, Whym did not have the time to trumpet like an elephant, for they had soon recovered and returned to their stomping frenzy.
“Of course it matters! Pink matters very much,” Whym shouted over the noise. “It’s like- It’s like saying that your mane doesn’t matter. Your mane matters very much. Like, it is so pretty. Have you even seen it before? Well, of course you have. It’s your mane, so- Well, I can’t assume either. Maybe you’ve never looked at the mirror or something.”
She saw Antares’ mouth open and close several times, and with a start, Whym realized that the other was trying to tell her something. With narrowed eyes and a curious mind, Whym inched closer to the other and heard her yell something about being ready to knock the elephants out.
“Huh?” she yelled back. “How am I supposed to do that? In case you haven’t noticed, they’re a million times larger than the two of us combined! I can’t even knock out a raging sheep. And sheep have fluff on them. Like, all over their body!” Okay, maybe sheep weren’t that relevant right now, but her mind always hopped a hundred places at once.
She groaned slightly when she realized that Antares probably couldn’t hear her anyways, since the latter decided to start running in circles.
All of a sudden, Whym realized that Antares likely told her to lead the elephants in a circle. She grinned and shouted, “I got your message!” Perhaps it was a tad too late, but at least Whym finally understood. She ducked under another attacking trunk and started to gallop in a circle, trying to lead the elephants into a circle. Several of them followed her, although Whym didn’t look back. She did not dare to, since craning her neck and refocusing her eyes would take energy that she did not have, and the time that she did not have either.
Baab the elephant did not even realize that he was being led on a circle as he charged after the dark mare. Two of the more confused ones ran after the talkative one (no, he didn’t know what those puny quirlicorns were saying, but he could still hear noises; his ears functioned perfectly fine). “ELEPHANTS! WE! WILL! WIN!”
“WIIIIIIIIN!” the elephants chorused, stomping after the dark mare.
A confused elephant instead shouted, “LUNCH!!!!”
“LUUUUUNCH!” the other elephants chorused again.
Total word count (for this post): 514
Whym: 9813 // 39 chimes [total]
Antares: 9532 // 38 chimes [total]
shall we dance?
