Kingfisher was happily oblivious to what the world saw her as; a liability. That’s exactly what everyone had decided her to be, a liability because she never conformed to the shelter and safety of herd life, and frolicked on the edges of a stranger’s colony- never really fitting in and never making an effort to settle down and be quiet. It had been her mental immaturity that assured everyone around her that she would never reproduce- having never been needed to contribute that childish behaviour to the rest of the gene pool that was provided to her.

And she did frivolous things like bum-sliding down a hill in some unfamiliar man’s home, a man that had asked her a multitude of questions and found her all the more interesting because she didn’t actually answer a single one properly.

When the subject twists around to how one should learn about Kingfisher, she throws up her head in a jovial laugh, letting it jiggle through her body as she smiles to the heavens above. “Learn by try-all!” Kingfisher had never been the sort that enjoyed standing around and talking, she was constantly on the move, her body wiggling, her legs flexing as she shifted her weight left and right. So when Hollowpoint mentions something about wanting to know all there is to know about her (or something of the sort) she moves forward and bumps her nose, if a little too roughly, against his. Whispering one word of, “Run!” she suddenly takes off in the opposite direction, his words about the weather and the name of the terrain lost on the wind in her wake.

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KINGFISHER
mare. welsh cob cross. bay roan tovero. seven. fourteen hands. Ee Aa Rnrn nSb nT. russell.
The great fish-finder of the big blue seas.