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Posted on July 28, 2015 at 05:43:42 AM by Whimsy
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Whimsy came into the rowdy tavern scene to see everyone backing away from her friend who was singing in his high boyish voice a song he aught to know was bad luck. Peets was already berating him, she could tell by the scowl on the mares face. She handed the familiar a carrot as she walked in. Since she had no familiar of her own, she felt she was allowed at least to spoil Calvin's. She approaches from behind, tapping him on a shoulder. "Really, don't you ever know when you're outmatched?" she questioned, eyes dancing. It would appear the alcohol had already done in his reason. Or he did not have much to begin with. She pulled up a stool next to him, giving what she hoped was a reassuring glance to all those around the opposite side of the tavern. He would probably not take to singing that song again while she was there. "Learn some proper drinking songs, about beer and women!" she admonishes. "Not about creepy half-dead people." Whimsy gives a shudder and lets the subject drop. Best if everyone forgets, considering the song made more ghostly and real in his high, ethereally beautiful voice. Whimsy pulls out a shirt, loose cut, with buttons up the front made in a vibrant green, and thrusts it at him. "You do know you are not a horse anymore?" She is not nearly as sparing of his sensitivities as even Peets can be, though no one is close enough to hear her soft voice, or know actually what she is saying. For all they know he could have ordered the shirt, and this was just where they happened to be meeting. Yeah, right. She sniffs the air, a bit disapprovingly. "I'm glad you like beer and ale" she starts "but perhaps imbibing so much your head is not clear is not wise. You are no longer a thousand pounds, and therefore susceptible to the follies and failings of fairies." She hopes she says this tactfully enough he will start to listen. Whimsy doubts Peets wants to carry him home smelling like a fermented orchard mixed with medicinal herbs and the sour stench of dried beer. It was not very pleasant. "Maybe you should pursue one of your other hobbies..." she suggests "like singing if you like it so much. It is a profession you know." She orders herself some juice, opting to be the sober one tonight, like most nights of recent, since beer was not as much a treat for her.  |
Replies:
- the grass is always greener - By Calvin July 28, 2015 at 08:00:27 AM
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- up High in the Sky - By Whimsy August 11, 2015 at 05:19:34 AM
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- the grass is always greener - By Calvin August 28, 2015 at 08:34:50 AM
- up High in the Sky - By Whimsy August 11, 2015 at 05:19:34 AM
- the grass is always greener - By Calvin August 10, 2015 at 01:04:08 AM
- up High in the Sky - By Whimsy August 9, 2015 at 09:55:20 PM
- the grass is always greener - By Calvin August 5, 2015 at 11:44:50 PM
- up High in the Sky - By Whimsy August 2, 2015 at 08:00:09 AM
- the grass is always greener - By Calvin July 31, 2015 at 10:38:08 PM
- up High in the Sky - By Whimsy July 29, 2015 at 06:36:25 AM
- the grass is always greener - By Calvin July 29, 2015 at 05:52:02 AM
- up High in the Sky - By Whimsy July 28, 2015 at 08:28:29 AM
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