Jealous? Boo pondered over her own feelings at the weasel’s words. Yes, she supposed she was. Her heart was oozing with black, hateful feelings that spread across her chest like icy poison and shuddered through her entire body. She had never felt such a strong emotion before, and the youth didn’t know how to handle it. The weasel kept egging her on, and her head throbbed in response like it was about to explode. But oh, she so did want to learn how to spit the way this Envy did. Her dream was to become the very best at shooting her ammunition at those who would dare to be her enemies. It felt horrible to be weak, to be at the mercy of another as she was now. She wanted to be strong and invincible, so that nobody would even dare think of marring her beauty. The llama grit her teeth. The green gem tooth jutted out like an afterthought. The weasel wanted her to get down on her knees and beg for teaching. Was it worth it? The llama was extremely conflicted. On one hoof, her pride did not wish to bend down to anybody, let alone this horrible creature. One another hoof, she wanted to know how to become a master spitter, and overtake this weasel in skill in the end. Was this the situation where she had to swallow her own pride and lose the battle in order to win the war? It must be so. Teeth ground together audibly as the llama forcibly bent down at the knees. Mud squelched beneath her joints and she grunted in disgust. She was only going to do this once, she promised herself. Never again. This was a special case. “Please… Please teach me how to spit well like you,” she forced the words out between clenched jaws. It was difficult. She could barely look at the weasel in her shame and humiliation. The words tasted foul on her tongue and she felt like vomiting instead. "Boo Speaks" 'Boo thinks'

@Envy

Envy grinned, all their fangs bared with mirth and amusement, as they watched the llama wrestling with their pride to bow to them, on their knees and all. The weasel had't expected the llama to actually do it, and they knew immediately that this was exactly what they'd been looking for all these cycles. They felt powerful and big, like they could maybe rule the world some day.

They barely noticed when the Llama spoke, but finally cast their gaze back to her. Of course, they still had no intent of actually teaching her. This magic was theirs and they had no intention of sharing it. But their mind worked like clockwork. That didn't mean they couldn't pretend to teach her. Get her in their debt, make her think that it was her fault she couldn't spit like them, and not their bogus teaching.

They grinned, innocently. "Oooh, I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you," they drawled, lying down and stretching out their long body. "You might have to say it again, but with more feeling. That scream of yours didn't do these ears any favours." They winked, a malicious grin still scrawled across their face.

"speak."

@Boo

That wink. That sly smile. Needless to say the paranoid llama was instantly suspicious. The weasel was up to something even bigger. To make the situation even worse, they were egging her on to humiliate her even further. Boo grit her jaws together. She hated doing this, but it had to be done. She had to play along if she wanted to learn the weasel’s secrets. There was no helping it. “I… I said, please teach me how to spit well like you!” She brayed. She bowed her head and then added, “Master!” for good measure at the end. She hoped that was enough. She felt sick to her stomach. How much more humiliation would she have to endure? "Boo Speaks" 'Boo thinks'

@Envy

Envy's grin grew so wide that their jaws ached. They arched their spine from the ground and let out a chittering laugh, filled with self-righteousness and pride, simply taking the time to bask in the glory of the llama's grovelling. Yess. This was what they had worked for, all these cycles. They stretched themselves out to their full length, confident in their safety. "On second thoughts," they drawled, their gratingly shrill voice elated and satisfied. "I think you'd make the perfect student. Yess. Yess! I'll teach ya. I'll teach ya good."

In a quick flurry of fur and twiggy, emaciated muscle, the weasel was once again sitting on their hind paws with one paw against their chin as they appeared to examine their pupil, head slowly tilting to one side. "From now on I'll be Master Envy. Got it? Good." they seemed satisfied despite barely giving the llama the chance to respond. Another excited chitter emerged from them, and on all fours they scampered to the edge of the river. "Now get clean! I can't be seen with you looking like that. And you wanted to get clean anyway, right? Heh-heh. Good." on two feet again, they gestured to the llama's messy fur.

"After that, first lesson, yes?"

They stopped to consider what the lesson would be. A completely different spell? Yes, yes. maybe teach the llama how to just throw up on command, plain and simple. But that was a little bit too accurate. Maybe they could make up a bunch of jargon on the sciency side, like Amras was so prone to doing. conceptually, Envy thought they could make this look pretty legit, and who knows? The llama might even learn something. But they hoped not.

They regarded the llama with an unusual quietness, a smirk that could easily be mistaken for legitimate concentration passing their face.

After a while. They rubbed their paws together, seeming to have formed a concrete plan. They seemed lighthearted as they spoke, and they felt better than they had for cycles. "So, kid. If you're gonna be my pupil, or... whatever... you should probably tell me your name. Unless you'd prefer me calling you dirtbag, or something, which... I mean, I wouldn't object. But knowing your real name means I can brag about it later."

They shrugged carelessly, tail thrashing excitedly back and forth.


"speak."

@Boo