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Posted on July 28, 2015 at 08:28:29 AM by Whimsy
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Whimsy was not surprised at his nonchallant attitude and happy demeanor. He usually seemed an easy to please type, though he had yet to become the life of the bar scene, for which she could be grateful. She really did not know that much about him, they just tended to share an evening out together, relating the recent happenings of their own lives within Shaman. He with his riding stories, and her with her school work and friends. She rolls her eyes, overacting her annoyance to give him a hint. "You're silly. You're supposed to sing about the one you love. As in, want to mate with?" she says the last part in a hushed whisper. It might sound a bit odd to those around, referring to romantic partners as mates but Calvin would probably know what she meant. Hummingbirds, unlike fairies, did not mate for a long time. It was a simple affair: find a fit, pretty male, bed him, have two eggs and raise the young as best you can. While romance here was a bit more complicated, she felt Calvin was being a bit overly dense. "Anyway, that song you were singing about is about half-dead people. You might find the lore interesting, if you wanted to learn it." She was happy to see him put the shirt on, despite his seeming difficulties with the buttons. She sighed internally. He would get used to such formalities as clothes. They were not all bad, anyway. The color she had chosen was because she had known he would like it better than a plain white or off-white shirt, though considering his skin tone that was her first thought. It would offset it so nicely, while still showing off his dark curls. "Yes, it is a hobby. And a profession. A very respectful one" though she personally doubted he would be one of the King's musicians, performing sedately in the silence of the court, prim and proper. That somehow did not seem to suit her friend, who was currently bouncy, happy, and definitely tipsy. "My studies proceed well, thank you. Been making a lot of things." It was amazing what one could accomplish if one had a mind to do so. She leaned away a bit at his breath, waving him away a little. "I think you are worrying Peets." Whimsy frowns a little, wondering if he knew others cared, and thus worried, about him. It was not like Peets to shove Whimsy towards Calvin rather than pushing him away. Not that she really had any power over the wayward horse-boy. He was such a rogueish character, independent with a large stubborn streak. Though they were about the same age, she sometimes felt almost motherly towards him. One of them had to act the adult, occasionally.  |
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- the grass is always greener - By Calvin July 29, 2015 at 05:52:02 AM
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- up High in the Sky - By Whimsy August 11, 2015 at 05:19:34 AM
- the grass is always greener - By Calvin August 28, 2015 at 08:34:50 AM
- Stars cannot shine without Darkness - By Whimsy August 31, 2015 at 05:46:36 AM
- 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
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