((Sorry i’ve been gone this weekend. I went to a horse show, as one of my mom’s dear friends has a Gypsy Vanner that she was showing.

Since I”m back, is there any replies that I missed? My activity page isn’t telling me much in that regard.

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“I don’t know…
maybe…. never looked. We’re so rare it’s… we’re not even catalogued as
fully a intelligent people… then again not all of us can talk…”… I’m
sorry Carlos…”

“No – No, don’t be,” Carlos told him. “We just… clearly neither of us knew. Just…” Carlos sighed. “There’s got to be someone. Someone in the entire galaxy – a historian or an anthropologist or a doctor or something – who knows what to do.”

“Yeah… I’ll go back to my warbird in the forest make a few calls. See if anyone out there has some kind of… idea….” looks at him then down ears dropping at the rejection.

Carlos reached and took Yondu’s face in his hands. “Yondu – please understand me when I say this – No, it’s not a good idea for us to try to make this work. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care a lot about you. I do. And I want you to be safe and healthy. Whatever I can do to help you toward that, I’m willing to do it! Okay? I’m still your friend.”

Yondu looks at him with a crushed look and his ears droop down. “So…. there’s no chance? None? Friend….. yeah…. friend……….friend.” Why did this hurt so much.

That look Yondu was giving him broke Carlos’ heart. “Yondu… this wouldn’t work out, no matter how much I want it to. I’m not meant for space. I survived in it, yeah, and you were a great help, but… I’m just not meant to leave my solar system.”

This was really hard for Carlos to tell him. Carlos really didn’t want to talk about it anymore… he wished Yondu could understand so Carlos didn’t have to keep saying it.

Yondus pointy ears dropped lower and he actually gave out a rather surprising low whine sound. He just nods then shakes his head closing his eyes and wiggles his ears before looking back up eyes hardened. He’d been hurt before this was fine he could live. “Ok.”

Carlos wanted to hug him. To tell him that everything was going to be fine, but… he didn’t think they were ready for that. Yondu didn’t need to be confused even more.

“If… if there’s anything I can do for you… just let me know,” Carlos said to the other. “I’m still your friend… I promise.”

smol-and-passionate:

I was at a Gypsy Vanner horse show today. I don’t have pics right now, but I saw an absolutely gorgeous buckskin! I had no idea gypsies came in buckskin! Oh, he was so pretty! His feathers were white AND black!

I’m going back to the show tomorrow so I’ll try to snag a picture of him. Today I saw him in the Solid Color (as he’s mostly one coat color) category and in the Liberty category (where they let the horses run around the arena to music to show off their movement and their flowey manes, feathers, and tails). I’m not sure what else they have him in, but I guess I’ll see.

I love buckskin horses – I dunno if this is relevant information. Buckskin, Appaloosa, and grey dapple.