Blake broke into a half-smile. The donkey was so small! Wow. He really is small. Where did you get him?

She shrugged, blushing when she replied- "Oh, he was a birthday present." Would people call her a spoiled brat for being so wealthy? "I wanted a companion for Royale."

Blake nodded. Thats cool. And hes how old?

She let out a relieved sigh in her head. "He's a few years old now. And adult. You wanna pet him?" She clicked her tongue and the donkey brayed.

Sure. Blake reached out cautiously. He never trusted a animal before he knew it

It tilted it's head up and sniffed his hand, but stayed still otherwise. Lindsey watched, staying silent. Bellsprout didn't seem like he would hurt Blake.

Blake was tempted to pull his hand away, but he didnt. Instead, he crouched down and put his hand on Bellsprouts nose

The donkey let out a sharp exhale, but was otherwise calm. Lindsey laughed at the expression on Blake's face. "Calm down." She crouched beside him as well, putting her hand over Blake's. "Now, move your hand carefully or he might bite," she joked.

Blake flinched when Bellsprout exhaled. Im trying, but its not very easy. The only donkey I ever encountered was one that bit me. Multiple times. Blake took a deep breath. He tried to ignore her hand on his, but it was impossible.

"Bellsprout won't do that." She said, her voice hushed, her hand still on his. "Come on, just move your hand carefully. He's an old grump, that's all. I was joking, he'd never hurt anyone."