“Why do you think I would know where a stupid farm is–”
Severa rolled her eyes, turning to snap at the other person who had called out to her. However, when her sights befell on the small animal trotting along behind the boy, she stopped. Hesitating only a moment, the girl pursed her lips and tried to make up her mind quickly. The goat was cute – really cute – and reminded her of her own hoofed friend waiting for her back home, back when it was just a foal. But then, looking at the clearly older male, Severa was torn.
Finally, with an annoyed groan, she crouched down, her pigtails framing around her. Holding out a hand for the baby goat to approach her with, the same as she would do with a small pegasus, she sighed quietly.
“There’s a farm town north of the city.” She answered truthfully, albeit reluctantly. Then, looking up at the male, she scowled, “you didn’t steal this goat, did you? I saw a lovelypolice officer not too long ago.”
“Ah-” Tatara shouldn’t have been too surprised by the aggressive response (approaching strangers always held that risk), but the outburst did catch him off guard a bit. He readied an apology, preparing himself to lead the goat elsewhere and perhaps find someone else to inquire instructions from-- but then the girl knelt down, and his new goat companion approached immediately. Tatara relaxed, feeling better now that he’d been given a location (even if vague).
...or, he felt relaxed until he was accused of goat-napping.
“No no, I would never!” he insisted, “See, I was eating my lunch when she came up to me...” his words trailed, and he realized that it all did seem suspicious. Tatara rubbed the back of his neck, laughing a bit sheepishly, “...that doesn’t sound too convincing, huh?” he mused out loud, letting his arm drop to his side.
“There’s no need to alert the police, certainly they couldn’t be troubled with a lost goat!” he was sincere, and hoped to come across that way, “Would you perhaps feel better if you came with me to return the goat to her home?”
