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Posted on August 11, 2015 at 05:19:34 AM by Whimsy
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She leaves the last of her flowers on Peets and walks over to offer Calvin a shoulder to lean on. Though she is a bit shorter the difference should make it easy for him to throw his arm over her shoulders and behind her neck, while keeping his other hand on Peets. This way he is balanced between the two so neither has to try and keep him upright on their own. She did not know a song or perhaps she would have started singing it in the hopes he would pick it up. The rowdy chants in the lunch room, she still had not learned the words to, and the anthems would probably be inappropriate for different reasons, such as it being construed as making fun of the Academy by singing them drunk. Peets was about to say something to kill the mood, Whimsy was sure of it. She hated it when they got all serious and nostalgic. The twitching tail told Whimsy that much. She did not ask who the names were. People or horses she would never meet. Or probably never meet. She was glad that he had had a life worth missing, though perhaps it made it harder to be here in the end. Her regrets were none, while he had had friends. "People live in social groups too" she said, looking around at the makeshift village of the Olive Grove, and thinking of Birch's home. "Perhaps that will be similar, once you get used to it" she adds. She smiles at his newfound interest. "And hummingbirds don't sew" Whimsy states. But he was no longer a horse, and she was no longer a hummingbird. Strangely enough they did have this wonderful new try at life. "Do you think there is such a thing as destiny?" Whimsy had a strange feeling there was, and it was almost a musing to herself, rather than to Calvin, who was so tipsy (drunk) that at this point the question might not even appear coherent. For now she left any further musings, heading towards a campsite at which they could sleep. She ignored the prickly question of whether two of the opposite gender should be together all night unchaperoned. After all, they were friends, and it was not as if she had designs on him for a beau, nor would he seduce her, however charming he may seem. "I don't think we'll make it home, Peets. We'll just have to camp here." She was glad for the mare's comfort there were no other campers around tonight. She indicates Calvin should sit on a rock as she starts a fire to keep them warm and comfortable.  |
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- 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
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