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Sometimes, when she let herself have moments of quiet, Pentas wondered what exactly others must think about her. The earth mare was actually quite good at not showing emotions on her face so it wasn't so rare that others told her they never knew what she was thinking. Adding in the fact she actively didn't speak at all, was so shy she'd hide from even her parents, and couldn't look any other pony in the eye, it wasn't too hard to imagine their thoughts. Even now, as the sun set beneath the horizon and the darkness of a fall's evening crept in, she carefully composed a long list of (possible) grievances that everyone had against her.
Not that Pentas was pessimistic in the slightest, not at all. She wasn't the sort to think everyone thought the worst of her without good reason as paranoia had never exactly been one of her traits. The earth mare knew herself entirely too well inside and out to imagine exaggerated thoughts, but sometimes that didn't stop her imagination from sprinkling them in like salt on a vegetable dish. Which sounds delicious at the moment actually, the vegetable dish. Pentas had "accidentally" skipped out on dinner with a client and thus she was feeling a bit...famished.
Her stomach grumbled as she stood beneath a flickering streetlamp. Turning her gaze up, she watched the bulb illuminate and call forth the bugs of the night. Perhaps she'd just stand there and watch for the evening. Bugs were pretty neat, after all.
@medigel
Not that Pentas was pessimistic in the slightest, not at all. She wasn't the sort to think everyone thought the worst of her without good reason as paranoia had never exactly been one of her traits. The earth mare knew herself entirely too well inside and out to imagine exaggerated thoughts, but sometimes that didn't stop her imagination from sprinkling them in like salt on a vegetable dish. Which sounds delicious at the moment actually, the vegetable dish. Pentas had "accidentally" skipped out on dinner with a client and thus she was feeling a bit...famished.
Her stomach grumbled as she stood beneath a flickering streetlamp. Turning her gaze up, she watched the bulb illuminate and call forth the bugs of the night. Perhaps she'd just stand there and watch for the evening. Bugs were pretty neat, after all.
@medigel