08-23-2012, 05:49 PM
Oh, gods. Sebastian may not want to admit it- he may picture himself as perfectly masculine, and in many ways he was. He didn't shirk from gutting a freshly-killed rabbit. He could throw knives and cut throats with the best of them. He was a good fighter and a strong individual. Milking, however, felt rather creepy to him. Who the hell discovered that they could drink cow's milk anyway? Or horse's milk?! Could they even drink horse's milk?
Sebastian didn't want to know. This was just one of the ways in which he resembled a pansy.
Still, at least he could soothe the puppy. Soothe her. Yeah. Sebastian knelt down beside her carefully, making sure that he didn't disturb the hay. He sang quietly, small catches of Italian in his low, purring, smooth tones. He wasn't a great singer, but he could hold a note well.
"Cara bel, cara mia bella, mia bambina, Amatha,
Que lastima, que lastima, Amatha, a cara mia, addio!
Mia bambina, cara, perche non passi lontanada, si lontanada Casa?
Cara caramia bambina, a mia bel! A mia cara, a mia cara,
A mia bambina, cara a mi..."
The good thing about knowing a foreign language was that no-one had any idea what he was saying. Well, Jazper a a few others did, but Hadley couldn't speak a word of Italian. Or so Sebastian believed.
Finally Hadley finished. And Sebastian could rest his voice, although it hadn't taken much more than a few seconds. The Italian took a few steps back from the angry horse just in case. He hated being around children, he hated being around horses, and he hated milking. What could make this day any better?
Sebastian didn't want to know. This was just one of the ways in which he resembled a pansy.
Still, at least he could soothe the puppy. Soothe her. Yeah. Sebastian knelt down beside her carefully, making sure that he didn't disturb the hay. He sang quietly, small catches of Italian in his low, purring, smooth tones. He wasn't a great singer, but he could hold a note well.
"Cara bel, cara mia bella, mia bambina, Amatha,
Que lastima, que lastima, Amatha, a cara mia, addio!
Mia bambina, cara, perche non passi lontanada, si lontanada Casa?
Cara caramia bambina, a mia bel! A mia cara, a mia cara,
A mia bambina, cara a mi..."
The good thing about knowing a foreign language was that no-one had any idea what he was saying. Well, Jazper a a few others did, but Hadley couldn't speak a word of Italian. Or so Sebastian believed.
Finally Hadley finished. And Sebastian could rest his voice, although it hadn't taken much more than a few seconds. The Italian took a few steps back from the angry horse just in case. He hated being around children, he hated being around horses, and he hated milking. What could make this day any better?