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Posted on August 28, 2015 at 08:34:50 AM by Calvin
| Fluff floated between Calvin's ears, snowing him in too heavily to make heads or tails of their conversation. Indeed, he felt rather numb. There was warmth around him as he leaned on Peets and Whimsy. He had enough warmth coming from his own body, but couldn't make it far away from the two females. They were definitely teaming up against him and he pouted a bit. Peets normally wasn't on anyone's side, certainly not Whimsy's given their first introduction. Their conversation track was going all smashed to pieces haywire. Calvin sighed.
"Maybe, but I don't think fairies really work like herds," Calvin complained, too tipsy to be delicate. "Sure, there's a king, but politics in a herd are real simple," he slurred some, thinking of the simpler ideas that had occupied his mind as a horse. He missed the company of horses and their quiet, constant testing of power. None of that could be as complicated as the way fairies fought for power here, rallying for their opinion. Then there was the subtle stuff, where he was really lost. He was just beginning to get an inkling of buying others off and whatnot. Added to that was knowing who shared one another's bed. That was all just plain weird. It was like base instincts could be uprooted and used towards... Well, Calvin supposed that was a base instinct, too. Power. "I wouldn't go back," Calvin shook his head, but stopped when the world seemed to shake, too, "I couldn't now that I know what I know." It would be like cutting off his whiskers! Or maybe it would be like cutting off his hand now that he was used to having it. "Destiny?" Calvin wasn't really sure what to make of Whimsy's question and looked at Peets, his head tilted, hands akimbo as if she'd forgotten to mention something important. When the black mare didn't relent, Calvin shook his head and sat down on the rock as they prompted him, unable to respond to the ridiculous idea they wouldn't make it home. Besides, he didn't have a home and he had just said he wasn't going home, right? "No. Why would I end up here when so many other horses didn't? Luck, maybe. Choices. I don't think there's any destiny out there. I mean all those stars sparkling, shivering spooky-like. Choosing the right path is like picking out the right star offa this map. It's not possible. You do the best with what you've chosen," Calvin responded to her question while staring up at constellations he couldn't recognize. He made about as much sense as he could manage. It wasn't a very good metaphor. Peets snorted and helped Whimsy gather things to help make a fire, finding stuff for tinder and to keep it going at least a little while. Peets didn't need a fire, but hte two fairies would need the warmth and possible protection a fire offered. "We can camp here. The stars are pretty." |
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- Stars cannot shine without Darkness - By Whimsy August 31, 2015 at 05:46:36 AM
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