“Nice singing” a voice says startling her! She turns around to see a pony approaching. Perhaps it was just his cloak, or the bad lighting, but even when looking directly at him it was hard to be sure he was really there. As she’s pondering this he speaks again, “I’ll take you some place safe, Crow Bait”. Wait, that voice! He was the one calling her name before. Can he really be trusted?
Although she was always told she ought not speak with strangers, Crow Bait had already tried to run away once, and she was lost as a result. All she really knew was that she’d heard him call her name, and that he apparently came to take her out of this dark forest.
How bad could he really be if he knew her name already? Somepony must have told him. Even if he looked a little scary —okay, A LOT scary—, you weren’t supposed to judge a book by it’s cover, right?
She decided to trust him.
“O-okay, can we go home? It, uhm, it was where we were before. Okay?”
How bad could he really be if he knew her name already? Somepony must have told him. Even if he looked a little scary —okay, A LOT scary—, you weren’t supposed to judge a book by it’s cover, right?
She decided to trust him.
“O-okay, can we go home? It, uhm, it was where we were before. Okay?”