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Posted on November 4, 2015 at 06:38:08 AM by Calvin
| It was with very great luck or a growing skill which Calvin still doubted that he stayed on Peets’ back as they cut before the stranger, the scoundrel, the pirate. Holder? Calvin wasn’t holding much of anything beyond mane, much to his mounting horror now that he caught himself in the act of trying to be gallant. The fool, shouting so near a horse! Of course Peets’ blood was already up, but this running would take quite a while to calm. A dragonrider meant as little to Calvin as the previous words, weyr, too, and he began to think this dragonrider knew nothing except nonsense. Maybe it was some form of short speak the pirates used, though why he might think Calvin knew an ounce of it he hadn’t a clue. Then, of course, the fool said something Peets’ understood all too well.
“Beast?” Outrage fought fear for control and she pawed the air with her sharp hooves, forcing Calvin to lean forward to maintain balance, hands tangled in her black flowing mane. Peets knew herself to be the finest of Arabian mares and much too fine bred for the likes of those that would label her spindly. Of course being a familiar she wasn’t bred at all, but that was beyond the current scope. Her clear, deep voice belled much differently from Calvin’s and with a surprising amount of authority from a mare that wished she were invisible most of the time, “Travel upon a carthorse as those are the only dumb brutes would be willing to bear the likes of you.” “I believe you are mistaken about the authority which you carry, because I’ve never heard of your kind in Shaman and those that take things from the king without permission most certainly are thieves and pirates,” Calvin responded to the situation not altogether unkindly. He was starting to notice a confusion that seemed to belong to the new. He had once found himself very much confused as grass was no longer nutritionally dense enough and he needed to walk on hind legs. Also, much to his chagrin, he had learned that he, a former lesson horse, had ridden like a sack of potatoes. It was all very startling. Peets looked disapproving, but stilled as her bonded tried to reason with the dragonrider. “I think perhaps we should start again if you are indeed not a pirate… My name is Calvin and I’ve been a faerie almost a year.” |
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