He shifted, the golden curls falling together as if pieced together by some sort of invisible line of silk as the perfect measurement of teeth and lips were on his muzzle. Yes, perfection, it was a bit of a task to aim for everyday but Calixto had no other greater goal than reassuring himself that anyone who had the pleasure of meeting him could see every speck of his glorious pink coat as something that was on a par with gods. There was also the most splendid touch of gold curls that had the perfect amount of spring to each one and falling as if hand placed onto his head and shoulders. Yes, every morning after an hour of admiring himself in some sort of reflection Calixto would then go and great the world the world with his wonderful presences.
Or at least that was what he did most days.
Something as amiss the stallion thought peering down at the water’s edge. Something was wrong and something was seemingly out of place but he could not put his pale blue eyes on what that was. He glanced over every aspect of his shining coat, checked everything curl, his teeth, ears, everything he could think of that would cause for such annoyance in his mind. Nothing. He could see nothing yet he felt rather reassured that he could not for one moment step out into the rest of the world and risk someone finding that imperfection on him and run the risk of ruining his gold like image to the world. Even worse if someone had found out about it and told anyone else, oh the horror to think that his perfect image scarred due to some loose lips of an air headed mare.
The flutter narrowed his eyebrows as he glanced back at the reflection again, he tried to smile widely, and then puckered out his lips like a fish and still there was nothing he could see. There was of course the option of bothering his sister about it, however she had always found a way to miss the point of looks and the certain care of detail that Calixto put into grooming. No it was going to drive him mad all morning, afternoon, and likely extend into the night meaning he would get such little sleep. Which of course would cause deep sleepless bags under his eyes and oh Calixto gave a shuddering cry of displeasure before giving an over dramatic fainting fall to the ground making sure that his luxurious coat wouldn’t be ruined by the dirt. Two whole days wasting away, unable to give his adoring fans his presences, to have to hide his hideous looks oh the terrible thought almost caused him to faint again.
Almost.
