Been trying all day to wrangle some inspiration, so of course it comes only once I’ve declared “bed time,” and of course not in the expected form. In any case, here’s a weird little excerpt featuring Meli, Blue Star, and a couple other characters who haven’t yet been seen ‘round these parts, including this little beauty:
“That’s my horse!” BK gasps as he enters the stables adjacent to Meli’s house. She follows him with her eyes as he half-stumbles to the second stall, where a wide-eyed face takes note of his approach.
“Like fudge, that’s a knight's horse,” she calls after him, observing the already-panicking creature. She also enters the stables, but stops short at the first stall, where another, larger creature stirs. BK is trying to coax the other back over the door of its stall; as Meli watches, the donut horse does indeed show signs of faint familiarity, a mostly-forgotten acquaintance, mild remembrance that this figure just might furnish a treat.
When the frosted nose finally consents to a light stroke, BK turns his head to give Meli a triumphant look—instead, his eyes lock to the muzzle beneath her own hand, and he exclaims again, “What the hell is that thing?!”
Meli doesn’t immediately reply, but furrows her brow and purses her lips. She faces the creature before her to answer, “This is my steed. And you’re a good deer-llama-dog… thing, aren’t you, Voodoo?”
In response, the creature nuzzles its long muzzle into her hand and lowers long lashes over eyes barely distinguishable against its skull-like markings. Its tall neck is bent to her reach, and through the loose clats in the door BK can see slender pretzel legs ending in delicate, cloven hooves. Meli continues petting, murmuring and laughing softly in response to its odd alternating sounds of lip-flapping cooing, full-chested huffing, and careful, nose-flaring snuffles. When Meli turns her attention back to BK, the eyes brighten and attend her face as she asks, “How did a knight get such a cowardly, stubborn war horse?”
BK is reminded that his hand lingers on the donut horse’s now-damp nose. For its part, the donut horse seems to have recalled its former master’s former generosity with carrots and sugar cubes. BK half-heartedly shakes the moisture from his hand as he explains, “As it would happen, the last I saw of Blue Star was his backside as he turned tail from our first—and last—battle.”
The donut horse does not understand the words, but certainly comprehends the tone and the look BK shoots his way. He seems to suddenly remember the incident to which BK refers, the reason the memory of this figure had been allowed to fade, perhaps also being the reason for the sudden decrease in treats. However, he does not know enough to avert his eyes, or to try to play innocent; instead, the expression tells BK that he’ll have to live without the donut horse’s apology for cowardice in the face of war.
I don’t like reading present tense, so I don’t know why I wrote it that way. Woops. Maybe because I may comic it one day.
Anyway, good night now, kiddies.