Her eye concentrated on the ground, expectant, anxiously waiting to see what had happened. An almost half-moon smile crossed her face as she looked down to see the ground moving. And then...it appeared. A tiny, tiny sprout. With tender leaves and a small thin stalk. This looked more like lunch than anything else. Peggy’s face heated up with embarrassment, her lips pressing together as she muffled a scream. “A plant! Out o' all th' thin's in th' world, I get a PLANT!”

She sat back in defeat, and hesitantly bent down to pluck the sprout, munching it in anger. Well, at least it was a good light snack, right? She’d been hungry anyway, and it just looked...crunchy.

Gaze rises at his taunt. Brows pulling together. He somehow...burned the stone as he walked. Peggy grimaced, growling as she evaded a piece of ash falling near her. Sneezing as the hot grey stuff fell upon her snout. “WATCH IT!”

Sass sass sass.

Peggy peered up, ears falling back as she munched, making an exasperated face at the creature that dangled from the ceiling. Why couldn’t she reach the ceiling? As he began to talk about the cool things she could do with her measly plant powers, she snorted, heavy hearted. There was gentle clip-clop as the sheep made her way to the wall, hooves pressing up and kissing the steady surfaces. Yet, as she hoisted herself with her back feet, tail swaying behind her and standing. A sound of effort left her lips, as she SQUEEEEZED her back legs. Peggy didn’t seem any closer to the wall than he seemed to the ground.

She clopped back to the center, looking up at him. “Why don't ye come down here, 'n we'll see if I can grow posies out o' yer arse.” The sheep grumbled. Her language was...anything but ladylike.

Eye widened slightly, the crease of her brow deepened, as he almost seemed to...compliment her? Peggy blinked at him. Repeatedly. One corner of her mouth pulling up in a HUH? expression. The confusion was quite evident. “Are ye pullin' me leg?”

Sass sass sass.

OOC: Ookie will do!

“Even THAT couldn't make yer arse smell sweet.” The sheep retorted, her lips curling to reveal her fang. That ever constant expression of mild disgust and thick disdain for anything that seemed to try to talk to her. She wore her nerves on her skin, so easily touched, so easily set aflame. Her temper just a large pool of gasoline waiting for one careless match, or one very intended lighter. The creature continued to move beneath her watchful gaze and furrowed brow, her twitching lip and set jaw. Head tips up as he speaks. Peggy didn’t know what love was. Didn’t know exactly what hunting was. Didn’t exactly figure out what problems were yet, except people surely were one. Especially this guy.

Red-magenta eyes blink. Messing with people? That was his great....plan. His great legacy. Pranks and teasing? She snorted, obviously ready to say no, that she had much better things to do that having to go around CARING about other people and their little lives. But...the promise of having him chase away all the bothersome creatures caught her attention. He’d get his fun, she’d get peace and quiet. Surely, he couldn’t do much harm. No sense of guilt there. Was it too much to ask to have someone keep other out of her wool?!

“Squiffy means...squiffy. Squiffy means...ye.” A half moon smile dawns on her features, she was more than satisfied with her synonym. And more than satisfied at screwing with the already loose gears in his head. “Teach me how to make fire. I teach ye of squiffy’s meaning.”

Sass sass sass.

OOC: I’m just quoting the post and keeping the tag? :0 Trying this one typing it out.

That everyone’s special in their own way crap wasn’t going to fly with Peggy. Her face was quickly filled with displeasure as she realized her own very special power was MAKING SALADS!

Her tiny lamb body seemed to float for a second as the creature flopped onto the ground. She could feel herself hovering, the resonance of his weight spreading like a ripple. Peggy blinked, but quickly attempted to hide all sorts of impression on her face. Just replacing it with a big red bow of GRUMPINESS. Him calling her angry didn’t help, even if it was the most complete truth. “I be nah always angry!” The sheep shouted, quite ironically. Perhaps she was far too young to notice irony yet. Or maybe she just really liked contradicting people. It’s a nice hobby.

He goes on rambling about heat and his father and how boring he was. Peggy’s young head scrambled to make an insult. Those were really important. “He's prolly better at it than...” And suddenly, he was SNIFFING her. An angered BAAA leaves her lips, as she attempts to push him back with a hoof. “Don't come nigh me ye jumped up grass combin' chunk O' bat spit!” She could feel the heat rise to her face. If fire was going to come from her anger, somebody was going to burn.

Sass sass sass.

The child stepped back, ears falling softly on her skull. Nose twitching as she glared at him with all her might. As if that simple gaze could somehow swallow him with fire. Teeth gritted as she concentrated all her power. Trying desperately to make some sort of flame begin to lick up his legs, and make him ash and smoke. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Yet his words seemed to tumble from his mouth with some difficulty. Peggy was confused even more by HIS confusion, as if it it were contagious. “Why would I wants t' meet 'im? He prolly looks as ugly as ye.” The sheep hisses. Rapidly piecing together some insulting response. Her tongue feeling like it was going to snap if it went any faster.

Of course, Imp gave her more than enough fuel to stoke the fire. Calling her angry again, with that awful smirk she just wanted to wipe off his face. Peggy swallowed. Lips pressed together in an attempt to not coat her words with rage. “Ye...I reckon yer powers....are cool.”

Sass sass sass.