The phone rang in the BS main office for a good two minutes before Kalib was able to tear himself away from the holiday celebrations in the main hall.
He was thoroughly drunk - much to Lucie's displeasure - and stumbled his way along the hallways, holding onto lengths of tinsel and accidentally pulling down fairylights as he went.
The office was the least festive of the entire Beaumont Manor, with only a very small decretive synthetic Christmas tree on the desk. Kalib bumbled in, and took a deep breath before leaning down to pick up the phone. He glanced at the caller ID as he did and immediately he straightened up as he saw that the call was coming from Sunstar Stables, the racing yard where Flight Angel was kept. The glorious golden mare had been brought to BS one wonderful day and was covered by Bullet, and it was obvious that either something disastrous had happened... or she was foaling!
Another breath. He paused, tensed, undecided as to whether to pick up now... or check the dates.
He chose the latter. The calender pages were flying as he pulled back to when Angel was covered, and saw that it was late January - which meant that the 11 month gestation must be coming to a close. He vaguely remembered a few updates on ultrasounds, but he had had such a busy year that anything not immediately important had been pushed aside.
Nevertheless, he lunged for the phone and cleared his throat, trying to push the alcohol out of his blood stream.
"Hello, Beaumont Stables."
"Kalib!" A man on the other end trilled, half out of breath. "It's Angel, she's foaled! A groom found her with the little guy-" Kalib registered nothing but the 'he'. Bullet had another son! -"lying next to her, being cleaned off and trying to stand. He's just spectacular! He's trying to stand at the moment, he's got quite an audience too!" There was the shuffling of a group and murmurs and then a light laugh. "He's trying to stand." The man chuckled, and paused again. Another bout of soft laughter.
"He's healthy then?"
"Perfectly. The vet gave him a very quick check when we found him, but Angel's been left alone to take care of him since."
Alone? How is she 'alone' when there's a goddamn crowd outside her stall? Kalib asked himself irritably.
"So, describe him. What's he like?"
"Bright, coppery bay - but I think there are some gold dapples! Can't be sure with the light though... He's got some Sabino; four white legs; big diamond star and part of a stripe - then a thin race down the side. Bright blue eyes; pale hooves; just generally quite handsome for a newborn!"
Kalib nodded in silence. "Keep me updated." He said quietly, hearing jeering from the ballroom again and wishing he was in there, despite the wonderful news of a new BS foal.
"I'll get a picture ASAP. I'll call back in a few hours." He paused as though he was finished, but suddenly blurted out a few more words: "Oh, and Merry Christmas!"