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@askmelvin
((Itâs been 5 years omg...)
...Hi, Mel.
H-helloâŚDeeâŚhow have you been? *He shuffles his hooves nervously*
âOh thank the spirits.â He sighed, pressing his head against her shoulder. âIf you think talking aboutâŚit, would be too painful then I wonât ask. But Iâve seen a lot, I think I can handle any story you tell. And Iâve heard us beasts make the best listeners.â With another sigh, he gently nudged her. âBesides, I could swap you the story of what happened to meâŚafterâŚif youâd like?â
She sighed and dropped her gaze. âI tried to kill myself. I hoped⌠I thought maybe, if I gave up all my energy at once, I could⌠bring it all back. And if I didnât, well, at least I wouldnât be around to see it.â
He was silent for a long moment, watching her sadly. If he was capable of crying, he would have, his heart breaking for her. The burden she had been given was cruel. Even with all her strength, all her raw will, what had been âgiftedâ to her was far tooâŚunfair. Melvin wrapped around her, pulling her close to his shoulder, as gently as his stocky body could manage. He closed his eyes and nickered quietly, lovingly. He had no âpeople wordsâ that would help anything. Wishing things had gone differently. Wishing heâd stayed with her. Wishing the world was just a little bit kinder. Wishing heâd never made that call for help. And wishing that, as blasphemous as he felt the wish was, that a particular nature spirit had been just a little bit wiser.
...Hi, Mel.
H-helloâŚDeeâŚhow have you been? *He shuffles his hooves nervously*
âOh thank the spirits.â He sighed, pressing his head against her shoulder. âIf you think talking about...it, would be too painful then I wonât ask. But Iâve seen a lot, I think I can handle any story you tell. And Iâve heard us beasts make the best listeners.â With another sigh, he gently nudged her. âBesides, I could swap you the story of what happened to me...after...if youâd like?â
...Hi, Mel.
H-helloâŚDeeâŚhow have you been? *He shuffles his hooves nervously*
âIâm honored, in a weird way,â Dee replied. âThis hereâs the foyer. Not much else to say, some toys here, some plants there⌠Thatâs how home decorating goes when youâve got five kids running around,â she joked. âThis way to the kitchen. You look hungry.â She led the way down the hall.
âIt looks beautiful, Iâm sure! I mean Iâve only looked in a couple windows before, but this is nicer than those houses I think.â He followed, reminding himself just in time not to give the plants a nibble. âFood? Yes Iâm hungry! Definitely!â Potted plants are not for eating. One time he ate the flowers growing on the front porch of the farm house and, wellâŚMelvin had a very good reason for avoiding his masterâs mother from that day forward.
She dug some carrots out of the fridge and held them out in the flat of her hand. âKnock yourself out, old buddy.â
Melvin was ever so careful taking them from her hand, not wanting accidently nip. But as soon as they were in his mouth they were gone with a few blissful crunches. âThank you, Dee. I havenât had a carrot inâŚI actually donât remember. A long time.â He nuzzled her hand. âSoâŚhow did you end up becoming a Lady and a⌠zoo-olly-gist?â
âBotanist,â she amended with a giggle. âI made friends with a King. Then I tamed some plant monsters, and things just fell into place. I finally caught a break, I guess.â
He bobbed his head once in solemn understanding, making a mental note that a botanist was a monster-plant-tamer. Melvin was definitely the smartest mule he knew. âYou deserved a break. Really you did.â He hesitated, then wrapped his neck around her in a hug. âIâm glad youâre finally happy.â
She returned the hug. âIâm just glad to see you again,â she admitted with a strangled sob. âI thought for a whileâŚâ
âThoughtâŚoh.â He sighed and nuzzled her cheek. âI think I very nearly did. But I got lucky, came across yet another nature guardian, and Iâm feeling quite well now.â He eyed her with concern. âItâs alrightâŚeverything turned out ok, sort of.â
âI worried about what had happened to you, afterâŚbut I never once thought youâdâŚdie. Youâre too determined for anything to take you down for good.â
She sniffled. âGuess we were both wrong,â she replied weakly.
"What do you mean? Are you dying?!" He pulled away and stared at her, wide eyed and horrified. "How...?!"
...Hi, Mel.
H-helloâŚDeeâŚhow have you been? *He shuffles his hooves nervously*
âIâm honored, in a weird way,â Dee replied. âThis hereâs the foyer. Not much else to say, some toys here, some plants there⌠Thatâs how home decorating goes when youâve got five kids running around,â she joked. âThis way to the kitchen. You look hungry.â She led the way down the hall.
âIt looks beautiful, Iâm sure! I mean Iâve only looked in a couple windows before, but this is nicer than those houses I think.â He followed, reminding himself just in time not to give the plants a nibble. âFood? Yes Iâm hungry! Definitely!â Potted plants are not for eating. One time he ate the flowers growing on the front porch of the farm house and, wellâŚMelvin had a very good reason for avoiding his masterâs mother from that day forward.
She dug some carrots out of the fridge and held them out in the flat of her hand. âKnock yourself out, old buddy.â
Melvin was ever so careful taking them from her hand, not wanting accidently nip. But as soon as they were in his mouth they were gone with a few blissful crunches. âThank you, Dee. I havenât had a carrot inâŚI actually donât remember. A long time.â He nuzzled her hand. âSoâŚhow did you end up becoming a Lady and a⌠zoo-olly-gist?â
âBotanist,â she amended with a giggle. âI made friends with a King. Then I tamed some plant monsters, and things just fell into place. I finally caught a break, I guess.â
He bobbed his head once in solemn understanding, making a mental note that a botanist was a monster-plant-tamer. Melvin was definitely the smartest mule he knew. âYou deserved a break. Really you did.â He hesitated, then wrapped his neck around her in a hug. âIâm glad youâre finally happy.â
She returned the hug. âIâm just glad to see you again,â she admitted with a strangled sob. âI thought for a whileâŚâ
"Thought...oh." He sighed and nuzzled her cheek. "I think I very nearly did. But I got lucky, came across yet another nature guardian, and I'm feeling quite well now." He eyed her with concern. "It's alright...everything turned out ok, sort of."
"I worried about what had happened to you, after...but I never once thought you'd...die. You're too determined for anything to take you down for good."
...Hi, Mel.
H-helloâŚDeeâŚhow have you been? *He shuffles his hooves nervously*
âIâm honored, in a weird way,â Dee replied. âThis hereâs the foyer. Not much else to say, some toys here, some plants there⌠Thatâs how home decorating goes when youâve got five kids running around,â she joked. âThis way to the kitchen. You look hungry.â She led the way down the hall.
âIt looks beautiful, Iâm sure! I mean Iâve only looked in a couple windows before, but this is nicer than those houses I think.â He followed, reminding himself just in time not to give the plants a nibble. âFood? Yes Iâm hungry! Definitely!â Potted plants are not for eating. One time he ate the flowers growing on the front porch of the farm house and, wellâŚMelvin had a very good reason for avoiding his masterâs mother from that day forward.
She dug some carrots out of the fridge and held them out in the flat of her hand. âKnock yourself out, old buddy.â
Melvin was ever so careful taking them from her hand, not wanting accidently nip. But as soon as they were in his mouth they were gone with a few blissful crunches. âThank you, Dee. I havenât had a carrot inâŚI actually donât remember. A long time.â He nuzzled her hand. âSoâŚhow did you end up becoming a Lady and a⌠zoo-olly-gist?â
âBotanist,â she amended with a giggle. âI made friends with a King. Then I tamed some plant monsters, and things just fell into place. I finally caught a break, I guess.â
He bobbed his head once in solemn understanding, making a mental note that a botanist was a monster-plant-tamer. Melvin was definitely the smartest mule he knew. âYou deserved a break. Really you did.â He hesitated, then wrapped his neck around her in a hug. "Iâm glad youâre finally happy.â
...Hi, Mel.
H-helloâŚDeeâŚhow have you been? *He shuffles his hooves nervously*
âIâm honored, in a weird way,â Dee replied. âThis hereâs the foyer. Not much else to say, some toys here, some plants there⌠Thatâs how home decorating goes when youâve got five kids running around,â she joked. âThis way to the kitchen. You look hungry.â She led the way down the hall.
âIt looks beautiful, Iâm sure! I mean Iâve only looked in a couple windows before, but this is nicer than those houses I think.â He followed, reminding himself just in time not to give the plants a nibble. âFood? Yes Iâm hungry! Definitely!â Potted plants are not for eating. One time he ate the flowers growing on the front porch of the farm house and, wellâŚMelvin had a very good reason for avoiding his masterâs mother from that day forward.
She dug some carrots out of the fridge and held them out in the flat of her hand. âKnock yourself out, old buddy.â
Melvin was ever so careful taking them from her hand, not wanting accidently nip. But as soon as they were in his mouth they were gone with a few blissful crunches. âThank you, Dee. I haven't had a carrot in...I actually donât remember. A long time.â He nuzzled her hand. âSo...how did you end up becoming a Lady and a... zoo-olly-gist?â
...Hi, Mel.
H-helloâŚDeeâŚhow have you been? *He shuffles his hooves nervously*
âIâm honored, in a weird way,â Dee replied. âThis hereâs the foyer. Not much else to say, some toys here, some plants there⌠Thatâs how home decorating goes when youâve got five kids running around,â she joked. âThis way to the kitchen. You look hungry.â She led the way down the hall.
"It looks beautiful, I'm sure! I mean I've only looked in a couple windows before, but this is nicer than those houses I think." He followed, reminding himself just in time not to give the plants a nibble. "Food? Yes I'm hungry! Definitely!" Potted plants are not for eating. One time he ate the flowers growing on the front porch of the farm house and, well...Melvin had a very good reason for avoiding his master's mother from that day forward.
...Hi, Mel.
H-helloâŚDeeâŚhow have you been? *He shuffles his hooves nervously*
âWhat?! No she didnât tell me! Why didnât she say anything? This is so exciting!â He prances around her in a little celebration, looking surprisingly graceful for an old mule.
She grinned, a little sheepishly. âYeah, itâs been about a year and a half now. And the babyâs ours, she was delivered about nine months ago. Came down on a blustery night just before Christmas.â
âIâm sure sheâs a lovely little filly! Does she take more after you or Moirin? I mean, is her grinch blood showing much yet?â He had settled to walking calmly beside her again, but he was still clearly pleased with the news. âReally now, where are we? Is your house nearby?â
âWeâre nearly there, nearly there,â she assured him. âShe wanted to live by the sea, so we do. I admit, there is charm in the beachcomber life. But I havenât reseted on my laurels, oh, no. Iâm advisor to a King, a zoologist of sorts. He gave me an island and I put a sort of garden there. Technically Iâm a Lady now, not that it means much here.â
They came up a sandy rise, and some way down the shore was the Red House. âThere we are: home.â
âI can see why she would want to live here. Sand is nice to walk on, and a beach is much better then a desert.â He flared his nostrils, taking in the unfamiliar smells as he looked around. âItâs veryâŚitâs a house. A normal house.â Melvin studied it thoughtfully. âIt is nice. But if youâre going to live in a house you could have made a castle. Couldnât you? Youâve got titles now.â
âHaving a title doesnât make you rich. Didnât you ever see Corpse Bride? No, no you didnât, never mind,â she answered herself.
She led the way up to the front door. âBesides, castles arenât terribly energy efficient. Just tap your hooves off before you come inside, itâs been hell trying to keep the sand out this summer.â
âCorpse Bride? He puzzled to himself. He didnât think those words really fit together but hey, lost in translation and all that. Melvin stomped and scuffled his hooves best he could. Getting all the sand out of hooves, short of picking out, brushing off, and then washing, was next to impossible unfortunately. He paused at the doorway. âPerhaps I should stay out hereâŚIâm not exactly cleanâŚAnd after all, people donât let certain animals in their homes. It could be a house having rule. Big animals stay outside, small ones it depends, something like that.â Tentatively he peaked his head in to look around. Â
âDonât be silly, youâre a friend of the family,â she objected. âItâs fine if you donât want to come in, but otherwise I insist.â
âWell...if youâre sure...â Melvin stuck his head in the doorway. Big ears brushed the door frame as he paused a moment to sniff and look. The rest of his body soon followed, clip-clopping across the floor. âIâm probably the only one in my family to actually go inside a house.â
Some people think animals donât dream. Those people probably hadnât been around any, in Melvinâs opinion. He didn't hold those people in high regard, since how could you know about a creature if youâd never really known them? Everyone he knew had dreams, he certainly did. In dark smoggy greys and in impossibly bright greens and pinks, he dreamt his memories and twisted idealistic fabrications. His dreams haunted him with what might have been and what probably did occur beyond his view. He walked with those he had loved in the pinks and oranges. He watched them die in the greys. And most of all, Melvin watched, helplessly trying to run, unable to move an inch, seeing that green blob in the distance. So, yes, animals did dream. But sometimes Melvin wished they didnât.
Melvin arises from his strange and sudden coma on Deeâs living room floor
((No, kidding. Um...I donât have an explanation this time. Give me a minute or 20. ))
((Iâve been gone for 3 months?! I thought itâd been like a few weeks...how is my concept of time totally skewed?))Â
So are the stereotypes true? Stubborn as a mule, and all that?
WellâŚyes, I guess soâŚI can be very stubborn and grumpy at times. We mules do have our advantages, though. Iâll have you know no regular horse could have managed the wagon I used to pull. Â
Youâre Eternalâs mate, are you not? What may I call you?Â
Melvin! What are you doing out here, buddy?
*Snorts in surprise, looking up from his grazing. He trots over to give the manâs hand an affectionate nuzzle.* //Eating of course. What are you doing here?//
*He patted the muleâs head* Itâs been a while, friend, sorry for not visiting you more often. The company just keeps biggering and biggering as is my workload.
*smiles at him again* Them Swami Swans ainât bothering you now are they?
*He rolls his eyes and gently headbutts the manâs shoulder* Too busy even for me? Did I get replaced with a dog or something? The forest animals donât pester me, they like me well enough. Â
...Hi, Mel.
H-helloâŚDeeâŚhow have you been? *He shuffles his hooves nervously*
âWhat?! No she didnât tell me! Why didnât she say anything? This is so exciting!â He prances around her in a little celebration, looking surprisingly graceful for an old mule.
She grinned, a little sheepishly. âYeah, itâs been about a year and a half now. And the babyâs ours, she was delivered about nine months ago. Came down on a blustery night just before Christmas.â
âIâm sure sheâs a lovely little filly! Does she take more after you or Moirin? I mean, is her grinch blood showing much yet?â He had settled to walking calmly beside her again, but he was still clearly pleased with the news. âReally now, where are we? Is your house nearby?â
âWeâre nearly there, nearly there,â she assured him. âShe wanted to live by the sea, so we do. I admit, there is charm in the beachcomber life. But I havenât reseted on my laurels, oh, no. Iâm advisor to a King, a zoologist of sorts. He gave me an island and I put a sort of garden there. Technically Iâm a Lady now, not that it means much here.â
They came up a sandy rise, and some way down the shore was the Red House. âThere we are: home.â
âI can see why she would want to live here. Sand is nice to walk on, and a beach is much better then a desert.â He flared his nostrils, taking in the unfamiliar smells as he looked around. âItâs veryâŚitâs a house. A normal house.â Melvin studied it thoughtfully. âIt is nice. But if youâre going to live in a house you could have made a castle. Couldnât you? Youâve got titles now.â
âHaving a title doesnât make you rich. Didnât you ever see Corpse Bride? No, no you didnât, never mind,â she answered herself.
She led the way up to the front door. âBesides, castles arenât terribly energy efficient. Just tap your hooves off before you come inside, itâs been hell trying to keep the sand out this summer.â
âCorpse Bride? He puzzled to himself. He didnât think those words really fit together but hey, lost in translation and all that. Melvin stomped and scuffled his hooves best he could. Getting all the sand out of hooves, short of picking out, brushing off, and then washing, was next to impossible unfortunately. He paused at the doorway. âPerhaps I should stay out here...Iâm not exactly clean...And after all, people donât let certain animals in their homes. It could be a house having rule. Big animals stay outside, small ones it depends, something like that.â Tentatively he peaked his head in to look around. Â
((Ok, so, I got fired. On the bright side, I'll have time to rp for a bit now, so yay? ))