The night was young and buzzing! Calvin wasn't so sure what all that meant, but he had settled on meeting with Whimsy again for food and drinks. He was just outside the establishment, as were several others. Outdoor seating seemed popular since those strange little wispy lights had taken flight. Calvin watched them amble across Shaman with a smile tugging at his lips as he glanced back over his shoulder. Even Peets seemed more contented, standing fairly publicly, only cloaked in the shadows of the building. He closed his eyes and recalled his venture earlier that evening.
Peets had raced along beneath him and Calvin had dared to stand, his hand at first tangled in her mane for balance. One of these little things had been taunting them, just out of reach. Peets had grudgingly admitted his riding had gotten better. Now he could hear her in his head, a comforting presence of belonging. Gaining his confidence Calvin had stood and reached up to the little light and touched it! Gleefully Calvin glanced back over at Peets so that she would know he was reliving their success. There was laughter in her eyes, but it was contented. Also, a little sadness. Peets had reminded him that he was becoming more fairy-like in behavior all the time. It was what was supposed to happen and the equine would always be with him, but it meant he needed to find himself among them and Peets could only be of so much help.
Calvin drank the sweet grain drink. Fairies were inventive, he had to give them that. This wonderful version of barley and hops was so much easier to ingest in this form, since he couldn't eat so many grains and grasses. He also had a hunk of bread. He was getting used to fairy fare. Feeling his dark wings, folded one slanted section over another, press against the back of the seat he sighed. Some things just changed too fast to adjust. He still didn't wear a shirt. He didn't like how the fabric felt against those wings. Scarves were okay. Shoes had a purpose, though he wasn't wearing any now.
"Hey Peets," Calvin said in a not-so-quiet confidential whisper, "Some of the guys taught me a song. Wanna hear?" Singing was one of those things that was new for Calvin. He didn't realize he could sing well, but he had begun to enjoy it even as many of his teachers laughed after having given the green-skinned lad a song. Peets flicked her ears with indifference even as Calvin began to sing, "One, two, three, He won't come for me, He knows that you're too tasty..." Calvin sang in a lovely treble, something that most would think impossible for a boy his age. It was a breathtakingly beautiful voice, the song possibly an octave above what the men taught it to him as, but Peets noticed as people began to trickle away from the green-skinned boy. She gave a horsey sigh for his naivete.
Perhaps you had best learn songs from those that have your best interests in heart. Or at least don't have any interest in making you the butt of a joke, Peets said sagely, careful not to embarrass the boy aloud. His pride wouldn't likely be hurt right now, smelling of so much grain, but she thought he might have reason to shake his head at his folly in the morning. He had been so proud to learn a Shaman song he hadn't quite bothered to consider its meaning. Strangely Peets hoped Whimsy would come. She could understand Calvin a bit, but seemed less stubborn about adjusting her way of seeing the world. Not that the mare would tell her that. |