Post by :: Pandie :: on Jul 21, 2009 21:48:36 GMT -5
Crookie
Blythe Merrick
Svana
Nico
Location: Enchantica
Time: Evening/Night
A birds view is remarkable, did you know? For example, they have have distance vision 6 to 8 times better than any human. Imagine, if you will, having a spare pair of binoculars always at hand. Oh, the thing's you can see! Alas, for Crookie, it seems simply normal. Something he was born with, and thus more often then not taken for granted.
From his soaring position high above the ground, Crookie had little to no difficulty seeing a change on the groundlevel some distance below him. After soaring above trees and, well kindly put, more trees, the formation of a change below him could only indicate one thing. Civilisation. A realm.
The parchment strapped to his feet was already slightly wrinkled, and so he held no fear as his talons gripped it more firmly and he took a dive downward. Wind whistling around him, he might as well have been a hundred pound canon with the rate of speed he was able to pick up in his decend.
Even from the treetops he could clearly makeout the structures within this new realm, buildings and open space. People. Perfect. It was exactly what he was looking for. And thus, Crookie leveled out his divebomb downward until he was flying at a nice landing angle. The closer he got to the ground, the more he prepaired for it.
Crash Landing upahead, matie. Look out Belooow.
Alright, so it wasn't exactly a crash landing, but come on now. He was, after all, a bird. A Hawk to be exact. It took very little to amuse himself.
Landing sucessfully, and if not a little under the graceful title, Crookie instantly ruffled his feathers and tucked them back against his side, the parchment in his talons receving a little more damage.
He had been sent from The Hidden Realm of Tranquility to deliver a message for the Carpenter there.
The parchment was to provide the details of whom the letter was for and what it's contents were, Crookie here was just the messenger. The box it came it, shall we say? Simply written on the parchment he was carrying about with him was scribed and addressed to a Ms. Homilie Tavoll, whoever that may be.
Alright. So now you know three key points. The red tailed Hawk has a name: Crookie. He is a Messenger from Wings of the Messenger, based in Tranquility. Apparently, all he wants, is to deliver the parchment to someone whom can ensure that the woman gets it. What will you do? Do you accept the parchment and send him on his way? Or do you crumple it up and ignore the pudgy birdy?
-She left the nunnery, passing by the many denizens of Aeren on her way to the marketplace. Women minded storefronts, stalls, and their many children, for if the Aerenese were anything, fertile was it. Women young and old alike, were raising passels of children, as it was rare for a man to be wedded long, e'er he have sired a nice brood of children. There were, to her knowledge, no fewer than ten couples of marriage like her own, mixed racially, Aerenese and Dreamer, and many of those new brides were expecting youngsters soon. She was thinking on that happy thought, the merger of their cultures, where from the sky, came a fat feathered bird, bearing a remarkable resemblance to something about to smack the cobbled streets..and hard. She winced as it righted itself and landed none to nimbly, at her feet.-
-Birds flailing in from the sky was not terribly commonplace, and most of the Aerenese gave it wide berth.She glanced up, and waved to Svana, as Robbie watched the birth, the silver toned infant fascinated, his black eyes focused very completely on the birdie.-
~She paused a moment as she saw a bird damn near fall out of the sky. Well, that was interesting and rather painful looking. She caught movement and looked up to see her Aunt. Giving the woman a smile and a wave as she moved on over towards them. The Aerenese moving back to get it much room. She could see Robbie's enthusiasm and it made her laugh softly. She then looked to her Aunt with a raised brow~
Ooo, what was that? His head tilted further to the right so that his left eye landed squarely on the thing directly infront of him. Why, it almost looked like a large pile of squished worms! Oh, look at that! Two large piles! It must be his lucky day!
He was so focused on the potential of a feast that he hadn't paid any mind to the legs attached to the pile, or for that matter, the eye's that were so focused on him. After a long flight, that meal was looking mighty tempting.
Feast for a king, baby!
He twitched his head forward and then to the right again, before his head jerked forward, beak seeking out the first claim of squished wormies! Unfortunately, it wasn't nearly as soft as he had thought, and his head jerked back again as if smacking his beloved beak into a wall.
Empty handedly, he was not at all impressed. No one ever claimed birds were smart, and Crookie tried again receiving the same results. This time, he took a few stumbling steps backwards, the parchment sustaining more and more damange.
He shook his head, as if it would erase the dancing berries floating above it. It was then that he noticed, not the poles sticking up from the pile of squished worms, but the sensation that eye's were opon him, and his head instantly tilted to the left so he could see the child clearly in his right eye. That DEFINATELY wasn't a pile of worms...
He ruffled his feathers, all prepaired to commense the almighty eye staring contest, but the sound of more footsteps alerted him of potential danger, and he skittered clumsily backwards.
-She blinked as the bird pecked at one shoe then the other, it's beak meeting fanciful embroidered kid leather workmanship, inlaid with small cabochon gems. It skittered back, clearly put out, that the shoes were inedible, for he was a bird, not a wolfhound or a goat, after all.-
In it's haste, she noticed a flash of parchment in it's claws, and bent to retrieve with careful, deft fingers, the note. It meant crouching down a bit, and Robbie, no fool, did what any baby would, and soundly smacked at the bird on the head with his fist. His mother moved the five month old Prince in time, to save the dizzy bird from a right an proper beaning.-No no, Rob, mustn't hit that way. Use your fist, lad, as mommy taught you..
-She handed the note to Svana to look over, as she stood again, and adjusted Robert James in the sling.-
~She would watch this bird, then Robbie's reaction. And of course the final being her Aunt's words. She could feel that laughter rising once more, but she killed it off. Watching as she took the parchment from the hawk and handed it to her.
Svana did not know who it was for, but she looked on it for some kind of name of who this was meant to be delivered to. Tilting her head slightly as she saw the name. One she did not know. She flicked her gaze to her Aunt a moment~
Do we know someone named Homilie Tavoll?
~She was not even sure she pronounced it right. It was not a name that she was used to pronouncing at all. She would then look down to the bird a moment. A smirk touching her lips as she thought of Robbie trying to hit it. That kid was going to grow up to be one strong man. That was her cousin for you~
And those blasted dancing berries were back. Now, if he could simply see above his own head, he'd eat them, though at this moment that pudgy little man was looking mighty tempting.
Crookie, however, refrained from taking his own 'punch' at the kid, and let out a high pitched squawk. Perhaps it was a protest to the unwarranted slap, perhaps disbelief that the woman actually encouraged him. Perhaps, even still, he was simply calling the pudgy swatting machine on.
Either way, he was now parchment free, and his feathers ruffled, glad to be two talons on the ground at least. Fighting stance!
He watched as the note was passed out of his direct line of sight, and knew Thea would perfer him to keep his eye on it, but there was absolutely no way he was taking his eye off the mini machine! Dinner was dinner, but Crookie was in the mood to eat, not be eatten.
He knew not to feast on the flesh of mortals, else Thea might very well get rid of him like she had the other six birds that had made up their fuzzy weird family until two weeks ago, but he was also a bird of prey. There was no way he was gonna lose any more feathers! Then again, it could have been worse. He coulda pulled some out, or even drooled. Oh, there was nothing as terribly time consuming as trying to get toddler drool outta one's feathers! At this mere thought, Crookie took another step backwards just to be on the safe side.
Keep messing, little buddy... We both make a really bad mess, but I ain't wearing no paper to catch mine!
The voice caught his attention and seeing as he took one giant birdy step backwards from harms way, Crookie allowed his attention to wander to the direction it came in, oh how he wish he hadn't done that. The smirk upon her lips coulda had him pushing out eggs, and they definately wouldn't have been golden I can promise you that.
Of all the citizens in this realm, and he had to find one where people wore squshed worms upon their feet, let little fighting machines bonk him on the head like he was a game at a local festival, as if they had never heard the saying 'don't kill the messenger, and where complete strangers smirked at him as if they saw not the red tailed hawk, but meat over an open fire...
*moving around the village silently stopping only breifly to see the group of people gathered around a beaten bird this caught my eye and I stop leaning against a post watching and listening, silver orbs focused on the gathering, *
-She shook her head, as she glanced from the drooling, happy Rob Merrick, Prince of the our Lands, Lord of Aeren Isle, and Punisher of Messengers, to her lady niece.-Nae, I do not know a name like unto that. Homily? Homilie? Is that how tis said do you think? Isn't a homily a sermon in one of those Christian churches? Mayap this person be a friar or a nun or a monk? I know not...
But let us take it, and post a ban of sorts about the land, telling this person a note hath arrived for them, and is under your especial care, on Aeren. That way, they will come, and find us, and save us from searching them out?-She looked back at the bird, amused to see it's feathers all ruffled and out of sorts. It might well take care, Aeren was swarming with children, no telling when another precocious lad or lass might happen by, to tweak a tail, and steal a few feathers to use as adornments on a leather and wood drum, or toy boat, or some such amusement.Aeren was, as everyone knew, a land of barbarians and savages...and they liked it as such.-
*seeing nothing of interest here, I turn from the group of people, and begin to walk my way down the street, the silver embrodiery on the cloak catching the light and glinting, the sound of the metal armor the only thing to mark my passage, as I cross the street near the group, catching a little of the conversation but ignoring it as it does not pertain to me, *
I do not know if that is how it is pronounced of not. It is not a name I come across, but you could be right.
~She then gave a soft nod~
Alright. That would indeed save us the trouble of hunting them down. And I will keep it under lock and key till the person arrives for the message.
~A nod was given then and she kept the parchment on hand. She did not open it and read the contents. She could be nosey if she wished to be. But it was none of her business. She then looked to the bird. She was of course amused as well. She would then raise a brow~
Do you think we should send something back with the bird?
The women's words were completely lost on Crookie, afterall, he was a bird! But the fact that they hadn't handed the parchment back over to him obviously meant that they knew with whom it was addressed. Duty over!
His eyes strayed back to the pile o'squished worms, wondering if perhaps they had softened any, but decided it was probably best not to try, else he might loose more then his birdly pride.
Voices voices! His attention snapped back to the smirking woman only to find an eyebrow raised. That was never a good sign. It was almost like when a woman said 'I'm fine.' You know perfectly well they are indeed not fine, but you never really knew WHY they weren't fine.
He didn't intend to stick around to find out exactly what they were talking about. The parchment was delivered. He was free to get outta there before the dancing berries returned.
His movements were a bit more graceful now that he had booth feet to use. Skittering backwards, Crookie's head twitched left right left right. Danger that could very well create a serious case of whiplash, but there were three of them and only one of him... When he was far enough away, the red tailed hawk spread his wings and launched himself off the ground, pointedly flying a little too close to the women that was holding the beating machine.
He was so tempted to get the last laugh, but alas he hadn't eatten anything yet, and thus there was nothing in his wee stomache to deposit... Lucky kid.
Home was a long ways off, but at least he could enjoy the freedom. And he'd demand next time Thea decided to send him to Enchantica with a message, that he be provided with a helmet and compensated for his loss.
-She tilted her head, considering the idea of gifting the bird with something to prove it's missive delivered.-A good idea, only I've no parchment nor ink, nor quill upon me at this moment..but..mayhap this might do?
-She took from the small leather and embroidered pouch on her belt a few coins, silver in coloration. They on the heads side bore tribute to lands from the distant parts of the Aerenese trade route, but most on the tails side of the coin, bore a cross of sorts.-
-It had nothing to do with religion, and everything to do with money, and not getting swindled. The cross shape was there, to show where one could cut the coins and thus 'make change' in fair and equal portions.-
-She took two coins, and these, stamped from Aeren, had on their heads the emblem of the Duchy, a raised fist holding an axe, and an owl, their banner icons and symbols, for House Merrick. It would show the bird arrived in Aeren, if nothing else.-I could give him these...only...
-Her voice trailed off as the hapless bird hopped and skittered away, eventually making headway, and finding the needed space to flap it's large wings, and gain altitude. Together, she, Robbie and Svana watched the messenger climb high, to soar into the dark, cloud covered sky. She wished it safe travels, as over on the mainland, thunder pealed ominously.-
*settling onto a barrel as I watch the village and kicking my feet out infront of me, I relax a little, as I watch the people wondering to myself what will happen next, I have seen a woman almost knock a man out today and now I have seen a beaten messenger bird, chuckling to my self as this place is very interesting*
~She would look to the coin and was about to respond when the bird just took off. She watched it fly up as more thunder sounded. That did remind her that she was going to go and watch that. See what kind of lightning show the thunder was providing. But she could see it another time one could say. She turned to her Aunt~
Well, it would seem as if we do not have to give him a thing.
~She would laugh softly, the parchment still within her grasp. Making a mental note to place it within the box she had. It was something she kept locked. Personal and she never left home without it. The thing was, she never let anyone see it. Maybe something to hide? No, it was just something she found rather personal. And it would be safe there. She looked to the cousin a moment before returning her gaze to Phoebe. Or Blythe as she had heard that she preferred to be called. Well, now she knew anyhow~
So, what did you plan on doing this evening if you do not mind me asking?
Blythe Merrick
Svana
Nico
Location: Enchantica
Time: Evening/Night
A birds view is remarkable, did you know? For example, they have have distance vision 6 to 8 times better than any human. Imagine, if you will, having a spare pair of binoculars always at hand. Oh, the thing's you can see! Alas, for Crookie, it seems simply normal. Something he was born with, and thus more often then not taken for granted.
From his soaring position high above the ground, Crookie had little to no difficulty seeing a change on the groundlevel some distance below him. After soaring above trees and, well kindly put, more trees, the formation of a change below him could only indicate one thing. Civilisation. A realm.
The parchment strapped to his feet was already slightly wrinkled, and so he held no fear as his talons gripped it more firmly and he took a dive downward. Wind whistling around him, he might as well have been a hundred pound canon with the rate of speed he was able to pick up in his decend.
Even from the treetops he could clearly makeout the structures within this new realm, buildings and open space. People. Perfect. It was exactly what he was looking for. And thus, Crookie leveled out his divebomb downward until he was flying at a nice landing angle. The closer he got to the ground, the more he prepaired for it.
Crash Landing upahead, matie. Look out Belooow.
Alright, so it wasn't exactly a crash landing, but come on now. He was, after all, a bird. A Hawk to be exact. It took very little to amuse himself.
Landing sucessfully, and if not a little under the graceful title, Crookie instantly ruffled his feathers and tucked them back against his side, the parchment in his talons receving a little more damage.
He had been sent from The Hidden Realm of Tranquility to deliver a message for the Carpenter there.
The parchment was to provide the details of whom the letter was for and what it's contents were, Crookie here was just the messenger. The box it came it, shall we say? Simply written on the parchment he was carrying about with him was scribed and addressed to a Ms. Homilie Tavoll, whoever that may be.
Alright. So now you know three key points. The red tailed Hawk has a name: Crookie. He is a Messenger from Wings of the Messenger, based in Tranquility. Apparently, all he wants, is to deliver the parchment to someone whom can ensure that the woman gets it. What will you do? Do you accept the parchment and send him on his way? Or do you crumple it up and ignore the pudgy birdy?
-She left the nunnery, passing by the many denizens of Aeren on her way to the marketplace. Women minded storefronts, stalls, and their many children, for if the Aerenese were anything, fertile was it. Women young and old alike, were raising passels of children, as it was rare for a man to be wedded long, e'er he have sired a nice brood of children. There were, to her knowledge, no fewer than ten couples of marriage like her own, mixed racially, Aerenese and Dreamer, and many of those new brides were expecting youngsters soon. She was thinking on that happy thought, the merger of their cultures, where from the sky, came a fat feathered bird, bearing a remarkable resemblance to something about to smack the cobbled streets..and hard. She winced as it righted itself and landed none to nimbly, at her feet.-
-Birds flailing in from the sky was not terribly commonplace, and most of the Aerenese gave it wide berth.She glanced up, and waved to Svana, as Robbie watched the birth, the silver toned infant fascinated, his black eyes focused very completely on the birdie.-
~She paused a moment as she saw a bird damn near fall out of the sky. Well, that was interesting and rather painful looking. She caught movement and looked up to see her Aunt. Giving the woman a smile and a wave as she moved on over towards them. The Aerenese moving back to get it much room. She could see Robbie's enthusiasm and it made her laugh softly. She then looked to her Aunt with a raised brow~
Ooo, what was that? His head tilted further to the right so that his left eye landed squarely on the thing directly infront of him. Why, it almost looked like a large pile of squished worms! Oh, look at that! Two large piles! It must be his lucky day!
He was so focused on the potential of a feast that he hadn't paid any mind to the legs attached to the pile, or for that matter, the eye's that were so focused on him. After a long flight, that meal was looking mighty tempting.
Feast for a king, baby!
He twitched his head forward and then to the right again, before his head jerked forward, beak seeking out the first claim of squished wormies! Unfortunately, it wasn't nearly as soft as he had thought, and his head jerked back again as if smacking his beloved beak into a wall.
Empty handedly, he was not at all impressed. No one ever claimed birds were smart, and Crookie tried again receiving the same results. This time, he took a few stumbling steps backwards, the parchment sustaining more and more damange.
He shook his head, as if it would erase the dancing berries floating above it. It was then that he noticed, not the poles sticking up from the pile of squished worms, but the sensation that eye's were opon him, and his head instantly tilted to the left so he could see the child clearly in his right eye. That DEFINATELY wasn't a pile of worms...
He ruffled his feathers, all prepaired to commense the almighty eye staring contest, but the sound of more footsteps alerted him of potential danger, and he skittered clumsily backwards.
-She blinked as the bird pecked at one shoe then the other, it's beak meeting fanciful embroidered kid leather workmanship, inlaid with small cabochon gems. It skittered back, clearly put out, that the shoes were inedible, for he was a bird, not a wolfhound or a goat, after all.-
In it's haste, she noticed a flash of parchment in it's claws, and bent to retrieve with careful, deft fingers, the note. It meant crouching down a bit, and Robbie, no fool, did what any baby would, and soundly smacked at the bird on the head with his fist. His mother moved the five month old Prince in time, to save the dizzy bird from a right an proper beaning.-No no, Rob, mustn't hit that way. Use your fist, lad, as mommy taught you..
-She handed the note to Svana to look over, as she stood again, and adjusted Robert James in the sling.-
~She would watch this bird, then Robbie's reaction. And of course the final being her Aunt's words. She could feel that laughter rising once more, but she killed it off. Watching as she took the parchment from the hawk and handed it to her.
Svana did not know who it was for, but she looked on it for some kind of name of who this was meant to be delivered to. Tilting her head slightly as she saw the name. One she did not know. She flicked her gaze to her Aunt a moment~
Do we know someone named Homilie Tavoll?
~She was not even sure she pronounced it right. It was not a name that she was used to pronouncing at all. She would then look down to the bird a moment. A smirk touching her lips as she thought of Robbie trying to hit it. That kid was going to grow up to be one strong man. That was her cousin for you~
And those blasted dancing berries were back. Now, if he could simply see above his own head, he'd eat them, though at this moment that pudgy little man was looking mighty tempting.
Crookie, however, refrained from taking his own 'punch' at the kid, and let out a high pitched squawk. Perhaps it was a protest to the unwarranted slap, perhaps disbelief that the woman actually encouraged him. Perhaps, even still, he was simply calling the pudgy swatting machine on.
Either way, he was now parchment free, and his feathers ruffled, glad to be two talons on the ground at least. Fighting stance!
He watched as the note was passed out of his direct line of sight, and knew Thea would perfer him to keep his eye on it, but there was absolutely no way he was taking his eye off the mini machine! Dinner was dinner, but Crookie was in the mood to eat, not be eatten.
He knew not to feast on the flesh of mortals, else Thea might very well get rid of him like she had the other six birds that had made up their fuzzy weird family until two weeks ago, but he was also a bird of prey. There was no way he was gonna lose any more feathers! Then again, it could have been worse. He coulda pulled some out, or even drooled. Oh, there was nothing as terribly time consuming as trying to get toddler drool outta one's feathers! At this mere thought, Crookie took another step backwards just to be on the safe side.
Keep messing, little buddy... We both make a really bad mess, but I ain't wearing no paper to catch mine!
The voice caught his attention and seeing as he took one giant birdy step backwards from harms way, Crookie allowed his attention to wander to the direction it came in, oh how he wish he hadn't done that. The smirk upon her lips coulda had him pushing out eggs, and they definately wouldn't have been golden I can promise you that.
Of all the citizens in this realm, and he had to find one where people wore squshed worms upon their feet, let little fighting machines bonk him on the head like he was a game at a local festival, as if they had never heard the saying 'don't kill the messenger, and where complete strangers smirked at him as if they saw not the red tailed hawk, but meat over an open fire...
*moving around the village silently stopping only breifly to see the group of people gathered around a beaten bird this caught my eye and I stop leaning against a post watching and listening, silver orbs focused on the gathering, *
-She shook her head, as she glanced from the drooling, happy Rob Merrick, Prince of the our Lands, Lord of Aeren Isle, and Punisher of Messengers, to her lady niece.-Nae, I do not know a name like unto that. Homily? Homilie? Is that how tis said do you think? Isn't a homily a sermon in one of those Christian churches? Mayap this person be a friar or a nun or a monk? I know not...
But let us take it, and post a ban of sorts about the land, telling this person a note hath arrived for them, and is under your especial care, on Aeren. That way, they will come, and find us, and save us from searching them out?-She looked back at the bird, amused to see it's feathers all ruffled and out of sorts. It might well take care, Aeren was swarming with children, no telling when another precocious lad or lass might happen by, to tweak a tail, and steal a few feathers to use as adornments on a leather and wood drum, or toy boat, or some such amusement.Aeren was, as everyone knew, a land of barbarians and savages...and they liked it as such.-
*seeing nothing of interest here, I turn from the group of people, and begin to walk my way down the street, the silver embrodiery on the cloak catching the light and glinting, the sound of the metal armor the only thing to mark my passage, as I cross the street near the group, catching a little of the conversation but ignoring it as it does not pertain to me, *
I do not know if that is how it is pronounced of not. It is not a name I come across, but you could be right.
~She then gave a soft nod~
Alright. That would indeed save us the trouble of hunting them down. And I will keep it under lock and key till the person arrives for the message.
~A nod was given then and she kept the parchment on hand. She did not open it and read the contents. She could be nosey if she wished to be. But it was none of her business. She then looked to the bird. She was of course amused as well. She would then raise a brow~
Do you think we should send something back with the bird?
The women's words were completely lost on Crookie, afterall, he was a bird! But the fact that they hadn't handed the parchment back over to him obviously meant that they knew with whom it was addressed. Duty over!
His eyes strayed back to the pile o'squished worms, wondering if perhaps they had softened any, but decided it was probably best not to try, else he might loose more then his birdly pride.
Voices voices! His attention snapped back to the smirking woman only to find an eyebrow raised. That was never a good sign. It was almost like when a woman said 'I'm fine.' You know perfectly well they are indeed not fine, but you never really knew WHY they weren't fine.
He didn't intend to stick around to find out exactly what they were talking about. The parchment was delivered. He was free to get outta there before the dancing berries returned.
His movements were a bit more graceful now that he had booth feet to use. Skittering backwards, Crookie's head twitched left right left right. Danger that could very well create a serious case of whiplash, but there were three of them and only one of him... When he was far enough away, the red tailed hawk spread his wings and launched himself off the ground, pointedly flying a little too close to the women that was holding the beating machine.
He was so tempted to get the last laugh, but alas he hadn't eatten anything yet, and thus there was nothing in his wee stomache to deposit... Lucky kid.
Home was a long ways off, but at least he could enjoy the freedom. And he'd demand next time Thea decided to send him to Enchantica with a message, that he be provided with a helmet and compensated for his loss.
-She tilted her head, considering the idea of gifting the bird with something to prove it's missive delivered.-A good idea, only I've no parchment nor ink, nor quill upon me at this moment..but..mayhap this might do?
-She took from the small leather and embroidered pouch on her belt a few coins, silver in coloration. They on the heads side bore tribute to lands from the distant parts of the Aerenese trade route, but most on the tails side of the coin, bore a cross of sorts.-
-It had nothing to do with religion, and everything to do with money, and not getting swindled. The cross shape was there, to show where one could cut the coins and thus 'make change' in fair and equal portions.-
-She took two coins, and these, stamped from Aeren, had on their heads the emblem of the Duchy, a raised fist holding an axe, and an owl, their banner icons and symbols, for House Merrick. It would show the bird arrived in Aeren, if nothing else.-I could give him these...only...
-Her voice trailed off as the hapless bird hopped and skittered away, eventually making headway, and finding the needed space to flap it's large wings, and gain altitude. Together, she, Robbie and Svana watched the messenger climb high, to soar into the dark, cloud covered sky. She wished it safe travels, as over on the mainland, thunder pealed ominously.-
*settling onto a barrel as I watch the village and kicking my feet out infront of me, I relax a little, as I watch the people wondering to myself what will happen next, I have seen a woman almost knock a man out today and now I have seen a beaten messenger bird, chuckling to my self as this place is very interesting*
~She would look to the coin and was about to respond when the bird just took off. She watched it fly up as more thunder sounded. That did remind her that she was going to go and watch that. See what kind of lightning show the thunder was providing. But she could see it another time one could say. She turned to her Aunt~
Well, it would seem as if we do not have to give him a thing.
~She would laugh softly, the parchment still within her grasp. Making a mental note to place it within the box she had. It was something she kept locked. Personal and she never left home without it. The thing was, she never let anyone see it. Maybe something to hide? No, it was just something she found rather personal. And it would be safe there. She looked to the cousin a moment before returning her gaze to Phoebe. Or Blythe as she had heard that she preferred to be called. Well, now she knew anyhow~
So, what did you plan on doing this evening if you do not mind me asking?
