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Calvariam hummed in response to the decrepit old thing, settling herself even more comfortably in her spot under the tree’s shadow. It was fortunate that she didn’t have to make her rickety way back on her feet to move her ass even further southward, away from a the offended gaze of a stranger and a potential headache. The warm breeze blew softly through the thistles and the oaken leaves, weaving to and fro and knitting a potent lullaby that coaxed Cal’s eyelids to further droop, almost closing them. She wasn’t quite asleep, but you couldn’t call her awake, either; Cal’s mind began to drift again, the tender scent of Tallsun beckoning deep, well-shrouded memories to come to the forefront of her mind, pleasant recollections that made her sense of contentment grow and flourish, further anchoring the old mare to ‘her spot’. She sighed heavily, snorting through her nose so that the thistles in front of her would tousle here and there. Somewhere within these memories, a faint realization hit Cal that she was born within this season; her birthday was passing. A mental chuckle ran through the depths of her mind; finally getting some sun was a great birthday present. Happy birthday to me.
*“You ‘rom around here?”
Cal was jostled slightly from her reverie, but she didn’t mind the interruption much; the day was too enjoyable to be spoiled so quickly. She cracked an eye open, watching the mare and noticing just how…out of sorts she was. The poor creature moved with an awkwardness and hesitation, a condition Cal had only attributed to newborn foals in her day. Was she sick? Was something ailing her? Cal cocked an ear in her contemplation, but she didn’t keep the gal waiting on an answer. “No ma’am, I jus’ rolled up on these parts,” she explained in her gruff manner, flexing her wings slightly into a more comfortable position, “Lookin’ for sun, and the sun be runnin’ from me…kehehehe,” she chuckled. She raised her head a little to get a better look at the mare. “You from these parts, then? Got a name?”
*"hello? "*
Cal’s ear followed the male-tenor sound, and she turned her head a little to find the source; a rather sleek, healthy and handsome looking stud approached, somewhat cautious in his step. “Mmm,” she said in answering, not particularly bothered to form a coherent response; she had no business being miffed about his intrusion, as it wasn’t her land, after all. However, she didn’t have to be chuffed to bits about it, either. He was a good looking thing, but Cal thought that perhaps he knew it—and if he knew how good he looked, it could only lead to trouble from the arrogant type. She shouldn’t judge so soon, but Cal figured she’d keep an eye out for Jimmy Boy nonetheless. The poor creature he devoured with his eyes didn’t seem to be too in shape to defend herself at the moment.
Speaking of devouring someone with their eyes—Cal noted how his sapphire orbs roved over the mare’s form curiously, almost with astonishment. She gave him a chance to remember his manners, but his ogling was starting to annoy the old mare. It was rude, and what was more, he was treating the poor creature as though she were some circus attraction. Cal shifted in her spot, reluctant to leave the comfortable warmth but tensing somewhat nonetheless.
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