Shiny, so shiny. My shiny. Because Bean has decided he is hers. Possession is nine-tenths of the law right? It doesn’t occur to her that she can’t just lay claim to another creature that is living and breathing. She considers drawing a tidy tight circle around him in the snow. Just a simple declaration of her newfound and sudden ownership. Alas, Bean behaves herself or hesitates and the moment for staking her claim has passed.
Odd, he didn’t shy away from her abrasive affection. Others do and Bean feels like a starved animal faces with a feast. She almost snuggles up to his shiny-shiny side but some modicum of sense makes her stay planted where she is, which is still right in front of him and close enough to bump noses and smooch and all those up close and personal touches that Bean is prone to doing despite the nips and squeals she gets in return. Nope, he stays put and she likes him even more for that. His admission about making the colorful snow just seals the deal.
“WOW!” again, no sense of control - just pure shrill amazement that makes birds flap and fly away in disgust and others visibly flinch. Okay, now she takes a step to take in all that smooth shininess and oh! Hello birdy! He has wings! Bean’s mouth gapes open in amazement; the look in her eyes is full of appreciation. Enough so, she almost whistles appraisingly but that might be rude. Might be, she still considers it and she gathers up her tongue and loose lips and puts them back to rights in a smile so big it should split her face in two.
“You sir, are amazing! Bravo! I mean really, that was just… So fantastic!” the sentences spill out of her, like a river that’s broken it’s dam. Bean doesn’t ask how he did, even though the desire to do so is there. She figures magicians should keep their secrets and let the magic be just that - magic. Bean might ask him to do it again though, she likes spinning in all that cold fluffy color… oh! Now he’s sniffing her and well, that’s just nice.
Her tail is swinging back and forth like a pendulum of happiness. Feelings manifest themselves in the physics for her. It’s probably why Bean can’t tell a lie. She’s just not convincing enough and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes is usually enough to give her away. But she’s focused on him, how he’s sniffing and smiling too and all this is a-okay with the Bean. “Hi Blue! I’m Bean, as in jumping bean, string bean, green bean… okay, maybe not green bean because I’m brown and not green but you get the idea. I can see why they call you Blue, wowie!”
Oops, now she whistled. It probably sounded weird since horses can’t actually do that like humans can, like Bean even knows what a human is. Well, kind of… there was that farmer’s field of hay and his beautiful bountiful apple orchard. Oh the memories!
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