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Posted on August 10, 2015 at 01:04:08 AM by Calvin
| Another braid of flowers and leaves formed into a crown was slipped onto Calvin's ears. As Whimsy spoke their conversation became strangely sobering although little bits of fluff seemed to float between his ears and his thoughts seemed all kinds of needy for one word at a time, clinging to them heavily. He would learn some. Whimsy was right. Maybe she would even teach him some. With that he had to be content for now, though it did leave him songless for the time being. He shook his head at her suggestion that he make some.
"N-no. Everyone might laugh. And I can't write, of course," Calvin said, not that he had minded before. Now that Whimsy had pointed out the error he made, though, he felt he needed to make it up. He would be more judicious in future ventures. Maybe he wouldn't sing again in such a public setting until he had done some schooling. It seemed an easy way for others to take advantage of his naivete. Whimsy was one of the few that could understand that innocence. It could have been different. They both could have clung to some sort of fierce struggle for resources, but that wasn't there. "Thanks," Peets said with a bit of suspicion, her tail whisking towards Whimsy as the fairy layered more flowers on her back. "They do suit me, she added again with an air of self-assured dignity odd in a creature generally so eager to remain unseen. Of course the more flowers she bore the less of her could be seen. It could be as simple as that as far as psychology went. Peets wasn't revealing anything as she walked with her fairy companion and his friend. Things had gotten a bit touchy feely for her taste, but of course soon she might have to offer a shoulder to Calvin as alcohol filled his bloodstream. "Oh. I'm sorry," Calvin thought about all the turnout partners he had and the humans that fed him tasty treats. He wondered if his human was still looking for him. He had gotten out of the pasture, breaking the fence as he had done so many times before. "Yeah, I miss them," there was a catch to Calvin's voice. "Em went long before me, she was a horse. I thought I might meet her here. And my human... I guess I hope she moved on." He thought about how nuts Chance might be. Hopefully he had become more attached to the last horse to come in. Otherwise he would be throwing fits. "I do miss having a herd," Calvin added even quietly, touching Peets on the flank, "I don't think I could do it alone." This strange somber conversation tugged at his face. He wasn't used to sorrow. "It's different, though, right?" Calvin added a bit hopefully. His life had a beautiful newness full of possibilities. "Horses don't sing," he added in a matter-of-fact manner. |
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