Ankyra Sound underneath the palm trees you can leave your worries

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Ah, just what she'd thought he'd said. She had heard it the first time he gave his advice, but asked a second time just to change the subject of conversation. She did notice his bark and irritable huffing, plus the way his voice sounded flatter than before, suggesting her comment had gotten to him. Oddly enough, though there was a trace of satisfaction lurking in her heart, spurred by the idea that she could influence others with her words and had more sway that she thought, there was also a bit of... disappointment. As if that somehow wasn't the response she'd wanted... but what else would she expect from saying something like that? Strange, but she was quick to push it aside, not really caring enough to do some in depth analysis of her complicated teenage feelings. Instead, she simply plodded over to the grass patch he gestured to, her gait lightening and becoming just slightly more graceful as the sand lessened.

Once among the green again, she pointed her muzzle down at the grass and stared at it with a slightly disgusted look, realizing now that she didn't really want to roll around in it like some lowly commoner, especially not with him watching. Her eyes even darted back up to Arlo a few times, betraying her inner misgivings about the situation. She'd have to do it though. Even if it wouldn't look so... majestic... she'd much rather roll around in the grass for a minute or two than trot around caked in sand. Giving a sigh of defeat, she lifted her muzzle up and attempted a look of poise and pride, then lowered herself down to the ground, first beginning in a normal lying down position before awkwardly stretching out her legs and slowly rolling onto her side. From there, she pushed further and ended up on her back, forehead pressed to the hard ground and focing her eyes to squeeze shut as she did so, legs tucking in close to her body.

She felt blood rushing to her crown and a sickening sensation that made her feel as if her organs had flipped, and these two feelings of discomfort only aided in evoking embarrasment. She couldn't see Arlo's reaction from this position, but quite frankly, she didn't thing she wanted to. This definitely not the most dignified thing to do... she could hear her mother scoffing in disgust now. Her rolls got quicker, but not by much, and she had turned over to both sides about three times befoe stopping short and lifting her head off the ground, eyes narrowed in an annoyed glare towards the alabastor wolf. "You know you don't have to watch this, either," she barked hotly, her illusion of "better than you" clearly disrupted by her demeaning position.

Though not her favorite thing to do, she did start to feel the sand loosen from her fur, getting brushed away by the small blades of grass that combed through her fur with each roll. Once satisfied with the state of her pelt, she finally rolled completely back onto her belly and stood up, proceeding to shake all remaining debris from her agouti patterned body as a final touch. She looked ruffled and maybe just a little green tinted in some places, but overall a lot cleaner, and she felt cleaner too. After surveying herself with approval, her half lidded gaze found Sand Boy once more.

"There. That's better, I suppose."[/td][/tr][/table]