Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[spirit_queen]

"Aww! What kind of pony?" Athena asked.

[Miranda_]

"A Welsh Mountain cross Arab. That was my first pony; when I grew out of him, I got an Anglo Arab. My parents still keep him at their house in retirement."

[spirit_queen]

"What sort of things did you say to him?" Athena asked.

[Miranda_]

"Just stuff I would have told a sibling, if I'd had one. Also, if the kids from the state school teased me, then I could talk to someone about it, even if it was just a pony."

[spirit_queen]

"Aww." Athena said. "If anyone teased me, I shoved them up against a locker, and they soon left me alone." She said with a chuckle. "I know your human form regard mine as sort of sweet and innocent, but I take no crap in either form."

[Miranda_]

"It was pretty much give and take; they made fun of me and my friends for being posh, we made fun of them for being common. But sometimes they'd say something that really hurt; I never showed that it did in front of them, tho."

[spirit_queen]

"Like what?" Athena asked.

[Miranda_]

"Like them going on about inbreeding, saying I'd marry a cousin; and saying my face was deformed cuz of it."

[spirit_queen]

She snorted. "You, deformed? At my school, they'd be more likely to nickname you 'pretty-boy', and the popular brats would try to date you for your money." She shook her head.

[Miranda_]

"I never even thought of it that way; I just thought they were being truthful and everyone else was lying to make me feel better."