Sam flinched back, his fear of horses coming back in full force as Jigano moved suddenly; combined with his fear of social interactions gone wrong there was a sharp sting of anxiety going through him. Taking a step backwards and dropping the feather, he shook his head and looked anywhere but Jigano's judging horsey eyes.
"No, I--maybe n-not? I just thought..I just th-thought that maybe..." He tried to take a deep breath and collect himself, pulling on the bottom of his leather waistcoat. It felt too tight, too revealing; he usually liked to wear clothes that would leave more to the imagination.
"I thought. That perhaps, since I am wearing the clothes of a woodsman, that perhaps we have been given roles of some kind here. And there is this feather...perhaps I am hunting a bird? I merely thought you could be the horse of the woodsman. But that's not--I mean, we don't have to do that." Desperate to placate, he held out his palms in a apologetic motion.
"No, I--maybe n-not? I just thought..I just th-thought that maybe..." He tried to take a deep breath and collect himself, pulling on the bottom of his leather waistcoat. It felt too tight, too revealing; he usually liked to wear clothes that would leave more to the imagination.
"I thought. That perhaps, since I am wearing the clothes of a woodsman, that perhaps we have been given roles of some kind here. And there is this feather...perhaps I am hunting a bird? I merely thought you could be the horse of the woodsman. But that's not--I mean, we don't have to do that." Desperate to placate, he held out his palms in a apologetic motion.
