Ψ · Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down

A firefly dazzled close to his eyes and he snorted softly, following the creature to find himself confronted with a strange figure. Was this a human? His hide twitched in shock, ears flicking back, then pricking forward as he tried to decide what to do about this.

The creature didn’t seem hostile… not overtly, but one could never be too certain. So as his eyes roved the items on the table, he shifted carefully, hooves poised to bolt out of reach.

Of the three items, he could see no use for two, not for himself. Shoes that would likely never fit his hooves, something that appeared to affect height or size in wolves – would such a thing even affect a horse? Finally, he studied the first, ears cocked toward the figure in suspicion.

Finally, cautiously, he stretched his neck forward, head cocking to better read the label. He didn’t know whether to bother speaking to the cloaked figure—his mother had said humans didn’t seem able to understand them, not in the way the animals did with one another.

Why not try, though?

“I believe the first item may be the wisest choice on the table.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think