06-17-2017, 08:17 AM
Whispers and rumors about what was actually happening has already began trickling through the lips of residents: the faeries were assembling something, and that alone was enough to send Warrick in search for the crowd. There were excited yips and yells, some sort of melody that pulses with rhythm, and delicious smells that draw him closer. The stallion is surprised to see a few upright walking creatures that mimic the faeries themselves, a soft snort leaving him as he continues to wander slowly and carefully through the crowds.
“There he is!”
A trilling voice shouts in his direction, causing him to halt squarely and raise his head with surprise. “Me?” he responds hesitantly as a faerie, beautiful and light, flutters up to him with glitter and magic flowing from behind her. She rubs the indigo of his velvet nose lovingly, and the stallion was too confused to resist, his brows furrowing in question.
“We’ve been waiting for you,” she says sweetly, turning her head over her shoulder and gesturing to a line of younger-looking faeries (perhaps they were foals turned human for the party, too) that were clasping their hands together with excitement while bumping into each other and whispering. Warrick pulls his chin to his chest, still unsure of what the faerie was requesting. “Come, come, Warrick,” the faerie says gently, a hand on his neck as she leads them towards the children.
He halts before the first in line, staring down at the child with wide yet kind eyes. “Uhh…” he murmurs to the faerie, but she has already draped a necklace of confetti and streamers around his neck and a colorful party hat between his ears. He snorts sharply, wondering how ridiculous he looks, but he had no time to think. The faerie picks up the first child and begins to place her on Warrick’s back.
The stallion slides away, the colorful streamers brushing against him and glittering in the party’s glowing light. His eyes narrow in confusion. “What? No!” he cries, lowering his head and snorting unpleasantly at the faerie. They wanted to ride on him?!
The faerie says nothing and frowns, which Warrick is perfectly fine with, but then the small girl that she was holding pouts, her eyes becoming quite round and large at the realization that he did not want her near him. Soon, she is crying big, fat tears before him, yowling with sadness. The other children behind her begin to follow suit, and the bay stallion steps forward with immediate concern, especially because the other guests were beginning to look over at the commotion. “No, no,” he says quietly with a shake of his head, eyes large with concern. He glances at the faerie who is grinning most joyfully at him and with a sigh, drops his head and allows her to put the child on the broad of his back. The child squeals with delight, stroking his withers and neck with small, excited hands.
Warrick cannot help but smile.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
Word count: 499
Pony rides are a thing at parties, right?!