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Similarly, Mellow can't be scared. When he was scared, the pony would kick crazily in a rampage. Some of the unfortunately ghouls already tried that by themselves, alas. Cautiously, he skimmed his route before he appeared from a corner, he had to confirm it was free of ghouls.

Mellow enjoyed wearing layers of clothes, his pick of daily wear was what humans called Mori style. Simple design and earthy tones, they seemed to be comfortable for his movements. He threw a sugar cube into his mouth, but it bounced off against his nose. The boil would like to catch it before it touched the ground, but his head hit another head.

The deadpanned face winced, rubbing his forehead before staring at the sugar cube on the ground.

Mellow took a glance up the pair of legs and saw a face with mouth opened, he wondered if he looked weird. But before he said anything, the "No" already rolled out from his tongue. Obviously Kelpie was a bigger family, but he was Ceffyl Dwr. "Our tales is from Wales while their from Scotland, also their species can't fly but we can." The pride in his words could be easily heard.

He stared at the sugar cube again, maybe grief for it for a while before looking at the boil. "Are you alright?"

Alright, they are much less famous than the Kelpies. If Kelpies was the country mouse, they were the city mouse. He stared at the fancy sugar cubes, they looked like those Trisha used to lure him and he's a glutton when it came to sugar cubes. He took it from Torsten's hand and muttered a small thank you.

Mellow nodded mildly with the dragon's explanation, "I like it." The tail brushing and ear moving in a cheerful rhythm told how true he felt that. Mother.....She was the source of the evil. If not she brought him to the housewifes' gathering, if not she put dresses on him, he bet he won't be rejecting the females that much. She also was the culprit of his lack of words, she was too powerful to overthrow, she would smash his stored sugar cubes into ashes if he didn't listen to her. She never beat him but enjoyed his surrender in her suffocating boob hug.

"You're lucky." For having a great mother like that, he didn't say. "Our species was equine, we can shape shift and even fly, marking the main difference between us and Kelpies. We live near water bodies and we love water. In human myths, we appear in a form of beautiful horse, enticing unwary travelers to ride on us. When flying to mid-air, we will evaporate and drop the unfortunate to his death. That's what they said." In fact, despite of killing the traveler, they enjoyed playing harmless prank on the mortals more. Ceffyl dwr of higher rank even possess the ability to speak through minds.

He stopped, munching every bits of sweetness from the sugar cube, ears twitching. He didn't like speaking much, but he wasn't good enough to learn speaking through mind. "The mall has some nice sugar cubes selling......." He said, as a return for his kindness to feed him. Torsten didn't look like equine, but as he knew, only equine species love sugar cubes - okay - maybe hoof species too. He thought of his annoying neighbour Trisha.

Mellow took a glance at Torsten and nodded back. "Yup, it's cool." He tilted his head, ears twitching to think about his question before he answered. "I love running and napping." Mellow gave a short answer, "I heard creeple doing spars or open classes somewhere, and there might be sometimes fairs and teacher classes."

He was one detached pony that didn't have many friends, he seldom tag along with any groups or circles. Ghouls were everywhere and he lived in a life of worries. He hardly attend classes and didn't mind if his attendance or grades. He just wanted to enjoy every day peacefully.

On the other hand, he won't admit but he might feel lonely sometimes.

He didn't have much chances to talk to another male creature for that long, "If you don't mind, I can be your napping partner. I'm quite cuddly. All I say is you'll help me to block all the ghoul creatures come close to me, deal?" The boil blushed looked away but left his hand reached out.

Mellow's head whipped back at the word "treasure", "Does it involve giant candyhouse, jewels made of sweets or swords made of sugars?" His eyes might be sparkling like stars.

Mellow kinda liked the atmosphere when he was with this new friend, he didn't reject the invitation to sit inside the area Torsten's tail coiled but he was slightly worried. "Won't your tail hurt?" All tails were sensitive, for ponies or for dragons. "I don't know mom can be that sweet and nice. I'm gonna visit you frequently if so." He said honestly, tail swaying gently behind and a mild curve formed with his lips.

His ear twitched for the butterfly perching and made a cozy yawn, body slid towards the dragon until their shoulders touched.

"Your mom sounds like a great mom," Mellow commented. His ears catching the sound of the cicadas turned around curiously, under the tree shade and with the low pitch chorus of the cicadas, napping sounded like a good idea.......

The sleepy boil didn't realize he was touching Torsten's tail when he was talking about it. "Oh really, it feels thick. My tail is soft....maybe a bit thick." He tilted his head, even Mellow wasn't sure about the thickness of his own tail. "Nap.....that sounds like a good idea, I never been to others' rooms besides Trisha, she has some tasty sugar cubes you know....but she loves to tie ribbons on my hair and tail...." He closed and opened his eyes, feeling very relaxed that he began to nod. The weight on his shoulder was warm and wasn't scary at all.