I never used to dream in color, but now it's all so bright... Fate caught me in her jaw. I struggle with all my might.
 Since diving down to the castle to try to press others into what he needed, Calvin had changed into loose, soft pants with a rather garish green and blue plaid pattern, the drawstring tight across his hips, with a soft, long blue robe with white trim which he had not bothered to tie about him. His dark hair had dried in interesting curls, waves and spikes. He certainly was a sight. And fresh from the library he had posters. They were a myriad of pages with musical symbols on them, since Calvin couldn’t read. They had green and red on the white page in what looked like watercolor.
Peets, of course, was far above on the shores of the peaks calling for him. He could feel her anxiety, but he had to do this. His teacher had encouraged him to mingle his voice and expand his work as an artist. Even soloists needed others. Trotting around the castle grounds, though, he was a little glum at his prospects. He’d been given a song version of some poem by Robert Frost, filling up a forest with snow or some such, but it all seemed a rather comical take on winter in a giant bubble as he was.
As he trotted around the edge of the castle, papers rustling, a serving girl’s elbow caught his hand at just the right angle as she hastened past. He called out to her futilely, wondering if she was okay and why she would be in such a rush as all his papers fluttered to the ground around him. Calvin gave a rather dejected sigh and squatted awkwardly to pick them out of the mud. That was when he saw the creature that must have so startled the serving girl.
There was a boy, though Calvin wondered to himself why he thought of the lad as a boy since he was roughly the same age as himself, poking at a rug in a most disgusted manner. The other creature Calvin didn’t really know how to describe, but then some familiars were quite outlandish, unlike his very practical Arabian mare, Peets. That was especially true now that Peets was no longer afraid to be seen since that had been a little on the ridiculous side of things. Turning his head a bit to the side Calvin stepped forward, a somewhat smeared poster thing in his hand.
“Pardon me, but what are you doing? And, uh, would you like to be part of something more?” Calvin tried to put on his selling voice, a smile lighting his green face and amber specked eyes. “My name is Calvin, and I’m under the instruction of the singing teacher.” Though a bit rushed and out of breath, Calvin showed off his lovely, smooth voice as he spoke excellently. If he didn’t say so much nonsense many people would simply set him in the corner like a canary. As it was he didn’t stay out of trouble long enough, generally. |
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