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Johnny Once we got away from the fire-mare (oh man I couldn’t be happier she was starting to freak me out) the happier I got and when I get happy, I talk. Oh we could have been climbing the trickiest mountain you could ever think of and I’d find a way to climb that thing. I mean, if I didn’t climb it, I would lose my talking-buddy, right? That was motive enough! So I trudge right along, not complaining once, because what was there to complain about? The farther north we travelled, the cooler the air got, and that was just perfect. I could feel my skin getting all refreshed “Talents?” Did my new friend have any idea what a huge topic he had just brought up? “Why where do I begin?! I’m great at talking, a pretty good listener too. I um… I tell wicked stories. Man like you wouldn’t believe! Great jokes too, we can gather all your buddies around and be a little stand-up duo. I bet you tell great jokes, doesn’t he Aramis?” Oh look I just made one right there! I’m still laughing about it, which is fortunate for everyone because my laugh is a delight. It gets all warbly and then there’s this hacking moment where I can’t breathe and oh man, you should hear it. It’s really a shame that you can’t. Anyway, what were we talking about? Oh yeah, me. And my talents. Some of these talents aren’t you know, appropriate. I don’t know how old Aramis is after all so I have to keep it ‘for all ages’. “I’ve been told that nibbling on one of my tail hairs can cheer people up so you know, if you’re ever feeling sad just help yourself.” I try to stick as close to d’Artagnan without tripping him up when we pass by the giant metal horses that are standing guard at the entrance, or what I can assume is the entrance because a couple moments later I’m being welcomed and it felt pretty good. First though, manners: “See you, Aramis!” I called after the retreating dog-thing. I’m going to miss him! “Well thank you for the warm welcome, d’Artagnan. Your home is beautiful! So, what sort of specialised ranks are you talking about?” I ask, because I’m genuinely curious. I don’t really know how the whole herd thing works here in Helovia, you know, or… anywhere. Last time I had a home I basically spent my days lying in a patch of clover eating whatever I could without moving my body. Pretty sweet gig if you ask me. But I got the feeling that there wasn’t a rank for doing that in the Basin. I'm your sweet sugar Candyman |
Table by Sevin!
edited because I forgot to tag @[d'Artagnan] <3
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vigorous licking strongly encouraged
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