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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 9, 2008 0:50:14 GMT -5
His eyes glittered triumphantly at her, like flames dancing. He sat straight up and slapped a hand to his chest in solemn oath. "I shall not leave your side, fair lady," he promised, attempting to be grave, but as the word lady left his lips, he grinned.
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Post by Princess Katie on Feb 9, 2008 1:35:17 GMT -5
Nellie suddenly regained her enthusiasm. She leapt to her feet into a sort of ballet-fourth-position, sending wildflowers scattering from her hat. “When do we go? I want to eat. Do you want to eat? I can get us some lunch from the larder!”
OoC: Eugh. Short.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 9, 2008 1:58:44 GMT -5
He flinched a little at her too-bright enthusiasm. The flowers that were expelled disintegrated in the air before they could touch him. It had really taken all his powers of persuasion to convince her, hadn't it?
He didn't arise to his feet immediately, squinting up at her. "Whenever you like. We can go now, if it pleases the sheep whisperer."
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Post by Princess Katie on Feb 9, 2008 2:34:05 GMT -5
“Pleases the who?” She asked, picking up her crook after jumping only slightly at the second flower-burning. “I thought I was Clementine Sheep-Girl. I dun remember anyfing about whisperin’.” With her hands on her hips, she glanced about the field. “We can go now. I just needs ta pen them sheep...and find… me shoes. And stockins.”
She began to skip off, but arced back, as she noticed Alexander was not skipping (or even walking) behind her. “Come on, Alexander! Ya really dunwanna be sittin’ in the field by yerself when the Farmhands comes out. They dun like Nightmares much. And they ain’t cute an charmin like I am.” She cartwheeled over, giving the world an eyeful of her striped bloomers. With a flourish, she offered her hand down to help him up, not pausing her questions for even a moment.
“D'you live in the Nightmare city? Can I see your house? D'you have any siblings? Pets? D'you have a job?”
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 9, 2008 14:21:08 GMT -5
He was torn between the urge to laugh, or run as far as possible as quickly as possible. Best not to laugh. That would only encourage her. With a resigned look, he took her hand and pulled himself to his feet.
He answered her questions in order, also without pausing. "Yes, it's called Chimera, P.S. Maybe. Two-- a brother and a sister. No pets, no job.... sorta." Did being a prince of Nightmares count as a job? He'd never really thought about it.
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Post by Princess Katie on Feb 10, 2008 4:32:17 GMT -5
“No job? Whacha do wiff yer time?” Nellie shouted over her shoulder (as she had now skipped several yards ahead). She managed to find her socks, one next to the wall, the other mysteriously draped over the neck of Number 26. Her slippers were luckily situated together, near the swing. And with some impressive command of whistling, she had the collies herd the sheep into the pen, which she proceeded to shut with a high-energy kick, before leaping back over to Alexander. “Okay! ‘M ready, and we should go before my mum tries to call me in to do somefin’.”
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