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Posted on December 7, 2024 at 05:26:42 PM by calder*
 You need not leave if you intend to offer me a home, stranger.
Calder felt like everything inside him suddenly started to tremble and he couldn’t figure out if it was fear, excitement, or a very confusing mix of them both. (It was definitely both.) Though he had already been regretting his spectacular failure at gathering a herd of his own, he found himself mentally beating himself up even worse for it now. This was like Hush all over again - a pretty girl who for some unknown reason was offering to actually come home with him... Except this time it was even worse... he didn’t exactly have a safe home to even try and muster up the courage to invite her to. He thought of his home and he thought of the large, scary black stallion named Lucifer, and he looked at the pretty, dainty painted red girl in front of him and he knew he couldn’t dare ask her to face something like that. Least of all for him. He hadn’t managed to vocalize any of this as she breezed into introducing herself (well, to Calder it felt as though she did - any awkwardness or nervousness on her part was missed completely by his own faux pas) and he blinked a couple times. “The Ridge-” he answered her, because his brain caught up fast enough to at least register that she’d asked him where he lived and he certainly knew the answer to that question. But she’d introduced herself and that meant he should too… “Oh! Right! I’m Calder.” He felt his cheeks heat again with embarrassment. “I… would love to invite you to the Ridge,” he admitted, “But there’s a really mean stallion leading there right now. I don’t think you should get anywhere near someone like that.” He swallowed thickly and considered offering to help her find someone nice - maybe he could tell her about his mother and his brother living in the Prairie? But for whatever reason, the words stuck in his throat and he didn’t make any further offers to help find her somewhere better as an option. “Do you- are you…” he stumbled briefly as he tried to figure out what he was wanting to ask, huffed a little at himself and managed, “Did you come from off the islands?” |
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