ivans a duck

Mythology Oh BOY

Ivan ducked as another stick was thrown at him, his eyes squinting. He didn’t know why the woman didn’t seem to like him, he just wanted to be friends.

“Stop following me, creature! You need to stay at your home!” Ivan hadn’t understood what she’d said, he had never learned the human language, but she didn’t sound happy. He brushed his hair from his eyes, frowning at it. It was rather dirty, halfway down his back.
He’d braid it later.
He moved a little slower, maybe staying behind a bit would ease her nerves.