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Poet Larriat trotted towards his dear cousin's abode. His saddle bag was filled with parchment, feather quills neatly tuckeg into a protective case along with his bottle of ink. He smiled as he approached the home of his cousins, a charming victorian with something of a gothic feel to it. Ah how he could imagine the poor girl, forced to spend her life hiding away in this structure until a handsome stranger was forced to seek shelter from a storm perhaps. Ah he could see their love blossoming through the thunder, the flashes of lightning siloetting their first innocent kiss...

And he ran smack into the door. He rubbed his nose a bit, remembering he should not try to create and walk at the same time. Such things happened for the young Bard. But today he sought the company of others who enjoyed the written word and who better than his cousin Taquita and her wife Ender. He did not know if either were home at this time but he was determined to work wtih like minded artists. He knocked on the door and waited.

"M'lady Ender!" he gave her a gracious bow, having always enjoyed the female's proper attitude and air of propriety. His father had often told him of his cousin and her amor, how he had built them a little place in the darker area of the woods near his home just for them. They surely must have had a great impression him to do such a thing! He trotted in, making sure to clean his hooves before entering. Mustn't sully a lady's abode! He smiled up at her offer of tea, "A cup of Earl Grey would be delightful, madam. I thank you for your generous offer."

Looking around he was amazed at all the books, filled with lines of poetry in the romantic language! Ah and she was making a collection of the written word; a bouquet of inspiration that gave joy to others when given. He had chosen his afternoon social call well. "My dearest cousin, I am not at all put off by such disarray as it is for a noble cause! In fact our causes are not too far off from one another. I did not come on this social call for conversation or entertainment with your children, I actually came to enjoy Taquita and your own company."

He put his saddle bag down and produced his writing supplies. He smiled up at the ghostly female, "I seek the companionship of those who enjoy the written word as much as myself. Perhaps a joining of the minds as our styles are different but of the same family. I have so few to speak to that understand my heart's desire." As much as Larry adored his father and twin sister neither of them had a mind for words. His father prefered singing his heart with flowers while CC....well..he'd rather not discuss what his unladylike sister did to spread her own ideas.

"Ah to share a cup of tea with such a lovely lady, I am too blessed I think," he smiled with a rougish grin but followed the older female into her home. He admired the two, their love of the written word going well beyond poetry and pagentry. They enjoyed it all. He gazed about the grand room while Ender prepared the tea, thinking perhaps when he was old enough to have his own abode he might have a room such as this as a library. Perhaps a bit smaller as his collection of books would lend more towards his own literary interests.

He first took a seat on the chaise lounge, intending to enjoy the beverage so graciously provided to him before beginning his writing. After all it would be rude to not partake after she had gone to the trouble. "Do sit, M'lady Ender. Let us enjoy the heady aroma and calming taste of our tea before we begin any writing. I dare say give as much work as you have occupied yourself with this day perhaps a small repast is in order."

He sipped the tea with great manners, not something common for colt's his age. Larry, in his heart, belonged to a by gone area of aristocratic men and women who enjoyed the finer things in life. He felt at home almost, here at his cousin and cousin-in-law's abode. A sanctuary of peace and books. His father often spoke highly of the two women, even his other cousin Draft Punk liked Ender. Even told the young bard a story of rescueing Ender from a dark construction site in the middle of the night. Ah how romantic! Even if it had not been to win fair lady's heart.

Larry enjoyed his own cup with the mare, her quiet company pleasent. He would have to visit more often, especially when his dear cousin was also present. The company of the ladies was a refreshing break from the hussle of his father's shop. Soon the conversation turned to composition and he beamed brightly. "Oh yes my lady, I am constantly in the process of creation. Never is my quill dormant. For my heart is always inspired by the things I see ."

He set his cup to the side, care not to spill any on the precious papers Ender had spread out. The cherry colt took some rolled up papers from his saddle back that were written all over, even in the margins. Some things were crossed out, others had little bits added in above them. It was obviously a work in progress. "This is my current project, an inspiring tale of a traveling minstrel who must face great peril in order to reunite with a pricess he once sang to."

He showed the mare his work, but there were a few papers still within his sachel. He seemed to completely ignore them as he spoke how the minstrel had to face down giants, witches, and even a band of rampaging candy vikings.

Larry waited quietly as Ender read his work, which was always the worst part about being a writer. It was so difficult when someone else was reading your work; you always worried of their opinion. Larry help the two women in high reguard so their opinions were greatly important to him. He chuckled and nodded at her comment on his cutie mark, one he had earned quite early on in life just as his sister had. "Oh but it speaks to more than just my writing! The lips are as much a tool for the arts as the quill. To recite poetry, to orate lines of a play, to sing the bardic songs of heros; all require a talented tongue."

He smiled at his comment, even if he was unaware of the enuendo he had just made. Ah but that was youth's ignorance. That and his father always spoke like that so it couldn't be wrong. Larry gave thought to the notion of turning his story into a play. It would be interesting; to come up with more lines for the minstrel, to give the fair maiden more of a background. Oh the possibilities. "Oh that sounds lovely, Lady Ender! I dare say I could compile my verse into lines."

He was lost in thought when Ender caught site of the papers he had left in his sactchel. If the colt could be see blushing through his normal rouge coat it would be this moment. "Ah! Um..oh it is just some scribbles really! Nothing of interest!" He had really hoped she wouldn't have seen those papers. It was actually his first real play he had attempted to write.....and it was basically about Taquita and Ender. He had given Ender some tragic, gothic past with Taquita being the fair maiden trapped by an unforgiving family who didn't understand her.

Larry looked quite sheepish at the moment. Here he had been attempting to commune with a fellow writer only to attempt to hide his creations. But he was worried how his dear cousins would react to his musings. And it wasn't even completely finished! Why should he show it to her? But then Ender said what he might think to be nothing could be amazing. It was true, some writers were not given their due in their time. In fact some had to be dead before their work was properlly appriciated. Oh Larry did not want such a fate! He wanted to hear the joys his works gave and see the inspiration glow in the eyes of those who read. Finally he gave up the scribbles, looking quite nervous.

The play began with Taquita reading from a history book in a graveyard, one that spoke of local legends. The story she read aloud was of the Lady Ender Grey that supposidly haunted the graveyard. Ender lived the life of an upper class lady of society, a rich family lineage with the usual expectations in life. Ender herself was promised to a young lord who's standing was excellent but never was there such a dispicable personality. Ender could never love usch a man! When her family expected him to wait until she was of a mature age before marrying he arranged a scandel to discredit the entire family and send them into ruin. Their only way out was to give him Ender.

But her family saw him for the villian he was and refused so he arranged for the tragic burning of their mansion. All but Ender perished in the blaze, destroying all she loved.. Distraught she ran to escape from her vile suitor, hiding in the graveyard. The weather was cold and damp, chilling Ender to her bones until all the life seeped from her body. A voice would suddenly speak to Taquita, saying what a tragedy was this. Ender, a ghost, would be standing there. Taquita would be unafraid of this ghost, understanding her trapped spirit.

Cut to a scene where Taquita is sitting in her room alone while loud relatives are all around. Her brothers, while not made out to be horrible of character are particularly unbarable in their actions such as loudly galavanting around and keeping the company of less that reputable people. They do not allow for much peace and quiet in her abode. Her parents fought constantly, her mother of firey temper and her father a man of loose morals. Of all the family she was the only proper, quiet young lady. Often her family would comment on her strangeness, pointing out how different she was.

The page ended there, for he had yet to write the ending where Ender and Taquita fall in love.

Larry actually blushed through his normally red coat. She liked it? Really? He was afraid the mare would be put off by his retelling of her and his cousin's first meeting and subsequent relationship. But his fears were obviously unfounded. He had taken some liberties of course with Ender's history, since he obviously didn't know it, and gave it a more wistful and romantic appeal.

"O-oh thank you, m'lady! I am glad you enjoyed it. While it yet does not have an end I am considering several methods of which the heroine is removed or reconciled with her boisterous family and becomes the Lady Grey's true love," he smiled explaining his ideas to Ender. He had good details for each but was unsure which would best suit the proper plot of the story. But he was grateful for her kind words, they lifted his heart like a balloon.

"And I shall make it a most wonderful performance! When I am old enough to direct my creation I shall ensure this play is a success, and you shall have prime seats opening night!" he beamed.