A tune for the frost.

Pixie Frost · 01-10-2011, 12:57 AM

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I can’t stop looking at your cute-as-a-psychotic-button avatar. XD Word Count: 537

Pixie couldn’t help but laugh at Bangle’s humongous grin. He was so cheerful and carefree, not uptight in the slightest. Sure, he was a bit of a con artist, but at least he seemed to seriously consider her a friend and not just a customer. He did seem a little nervous about Magic, but that wasn’t too much of a surprise. Not every canine was an equine lover; she had known that for as long as she had been one. And Magic himself, being a stallion, was potentially dangerous, though she had never seen him purposely hurt anyone save for a few other bachelor stallions in the herd he used to live in.

The young musician saw the chestnut horse’s ears prick up when he heard Bangle’s laugh, but he seemed more relaxed than he had been when the male first started to approach him. Um, yes, she silently answered the coyote mix’s question, seeing that he wasn’t looking for an answer. “I believe you,” she said out loud, nodding to him. “But you have to make him believe. He doesn’t speak high speech, but talking to him softly helps calm him.” Horses didn’t have the best vision, their eyes being placed at the sides of their head, creating a blind spot in the center of their vision. But their ears, which could swivel more than one hundred and eighty degrees, made up for their poor sight, and making yourself known by speaking softly to them made them less suspicious of you.

Watching closely as her horse flinched once before letting the Cercatori male place a hand on him, she let out a sigh of relief and realized she had been holding her breath. She could feel the anxiety gradually leave Magic as well, though naturally he was still a little cautious; he had just met Bangle, after all, and he still had some of the wildness that he had been born with. For the most part, Pixie was already becoming very trustful of Bangle, though due to what had happened with Ouija, she was a little more wild and cautious as well. Then she heard him murmur his thoughts on what the horse might taste like, and instantly she narrowed her purple eyes at him. “What was that?” she asked, a hint of a growl in her voice. Before she could say anything else, he started laughing, resulting in her facial expression going from angry to confused to annoyed when she realized he was only joking.

“Ha ha, very funny, Bangle.” Giving him a light but well-deserved punch to his shoulder, she pat her horse’s neck. “Don’t worry, Maj, he just made a stupid joke,” she told the stallion, even though she knew he couldn’t understand him. In response, the horse, who was now no longer fearful of Bangle, bent his head down and began grazing. Chuckling lightly at Magic’s never-ending quest for food, the blue-gray female turned back to Bangle. “By the way, I’ve been wondering…what exactly are you? You don’t look much like a wolf. Are you a coyote?” There really was no polite way to ask him that Pixie could see, and the question had been plaguing her ever since she saw him.

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