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PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 8:17 pm


"Nah. Not anymore." He stretches for a moment with the ring around his chest and then eases into motion again -- awkwardly bending and twisting one leg up, balanced on the other, to wriggle his bare foot into the scant gap between hoop and flesh. It doesn't seem like it should be enough room for it to fit, and yet his toes wriggle, he hops and wobbles, and after a bit more fidgeting he settles with his knee hooked into the hoop. Here he pauses to blink down at her, halfway bent over, trapped by his own trick, and the thoughtful expression on his face makes it that much more comical.

"You got more cheese? I got some coin..." He'd shrug, except he's so firmly trapped that he couldn't possibly pull off the movement.
PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 9:09 pm


Her mouth is by now hanging open, and instead of answering she claps delightedly. Spokelse tips her head to one side, perplexed by this Chosen's strange and undignified antics.

"But how will you get out!" she demands. "When you get out I'll give you some cheese. It is very good cheese," she adds proudly. "My mum makes it."

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PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 9:16 pm


How will he get out? As it stands, Warwick isn't even all the way in. For a moment, he blinks and plays worried -- he takes a few tumbling steps with his leg still stuck in the hoop, he hops around on the free one. All the while Wren whufs approvingly, amused in counter to Spokelse's confusion or displeasure, and sinks down slowly to sit behind the trunk with her head propped beside Petra.

"...'s a good question." He pants, and works his way carefully over toward Petra, his trapped foot settling in front of Wren's nose, and he raises both eyebrows questioningly to the Guardian. "Aren't ye supposed to stop this, lady?"

She replies with good grace, wuffing at him, her own eyes bright as he finally sets to wiggling further in the hoop. It slides down from his knee to his thigh and sticks there, instead, his eyes turned on Petra. "...maybe just give it a little shove?"
PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 9:24 pm


She laughs again--and she is not a girl prone to much laughter, nor a person with much reason for it--and only hesitates for a moment before she obliges. "Maybe if you eat too much cheese," she says shrewdly as she "helps" him, "you won't be able to fit into that hoop any more. You'll need one like they put around the necks of plow horses."

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PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 9:28 pm


Of course it is orchestrated so, but the second she puts her hand on the ring and presses down he shifts, twists -- and it pops down around his hip, rattles and spins its way down his other leg, to settle at his ankle. Warwick grins at her and kicks it up into the air to catch it, straightening and stretching himself out and then offering just a brief, wide bow. It is done, like so, and he looks no worse for wear.

"If I was that fat, I wouldn't need to go through the hoop, now would I?" It comes with a wink, the ring spinning easily around two fingers. "I'd just lounge about an' have pretty girls fan me."

((For the curious, Warwick's trick > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8zcmOO_TXk ))
PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 9:35 pm


She claps--not the clap an audience gives, but the delighted clap that is startled out of you when you have seen something truly joy-inducing. She wraps an arm around Spokelse's neck and the bell tinkles, which causes the doe's ears to fan back gently in disapproval.

"And then your Guardian would refuse to carry you around until you stopped eating cheese," she says, and at the reminder she begins digging in her pockets. Out comes the tobacco pouch again, the first mouthful having been discreetly spat out before she'd joined him, and she replaces it before she continues searching, pulling out a small bundle wrapped in a cloth. She begins unfolding it and the sharp, earthy smell of goat cheese becomes quickly evident. "This was for my lunch but I didn't eat it," she informs him. "You can have it. What else can you do? Does she do things besides balance a ball on her nose?" she indicates the deer beside her as she extends the food, and indeed, true to her words, it seems particularly fine, balanced between cream and crumble and white as a cloud.

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PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 9:41 pm


Warwick accepted the package with careful grace, shedding his hoop so that he could cup the cheese in both of his hands. He wishes he had bread, and chews on the inside of his cheek, torn between digging in now -- between the politeness of sharing with a kind hostess and waiting for something better. When his eyes light up, it's obvious he's had an idea, and he pokes around the front of his caravan before he comes up with two slightly-mealy apples and a good sharp knife, unlike the ones he juggled in the act.

He begins slicing one of them up as he settles back next to her. This will serve.

"Wren's mostly just showin' off for now." The first of the slices, of course, goes to her, offered on the flat of his palm. Wren takes it delicately, soft against his skin, and Warwick grins. "She's still too small for much else. Can kick pretty good, though, accurate, so sometimes we do that."
PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 9:50 pm


"Wren! That is a pretty name. She is so sweet," says Petra dreamily, watching her take the apple. "I like her ribbons. I'd like to see her play ball one day--one day when she's bigger maybe I can find you and watch you do tricks on her back." It is a little girl's comfort to be knowledgeable, and so she adds: "They are stronger than they look."

Her fingers brush over Spokelse's bright collar, a little longingly, and then over the ends of the ribbons in her own hair, messily placed. "When I was in the ward tree," she says suddenly, emboldened by happiness and the strangeness of her experiences today, "I saw a totem there, with red paint on its antlers and spots like a cow and bright swirls on it and it looked like it was dancing and laughing. And Wren--Wren reminds me of him. Even though she looks different."

She hopes he understands; hopes he, too, felt the strange sense of history and personality that had weighed on each deer-shaped stone, the vague contours of emotion and character that had jostled one another among the branches. Almost apologetically, full of guilt, she wraps an arm around Spokelse's neck and the doe, with an air of understanding and forgiveness, touches her nose to the girl's ear. The bell chimes gently. "Spokelse isn't much for paint and ribbons," Petra confides. She tries to sound cheery and upbeat, and is embarrassed at how poorly she manages.

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PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 9:56 pm


Warwick's experience at the tree hadn't been the same as hers, alas. Hers had been excitement and delight; his had held a sense of ending, a burst of fear. When his hand had closed around Wren's totem, it had meant betrayal -- his own betrayal of his brother, the abandonment of an important [if not exactly moral or good] duty. Thinking about it makes his eyes slide down to the apple, carving away another slice and offering it to Petra. Another for himself. He will dip it in the cheese before he eats.

"...there's a place f'r that too, though." He looks up at her and he's smiling, any concern hidden behind the expression. "I'm just glad Wren likes it. Be hard to put on a show if she refused, and then where'd I be?"
PostPosted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:06 pm


She is silent while she considers this, spitting the wad of tobacco daintily into a scrap of handkerchief from her pockets so that she can take the apple, which she chews contemplatively. She is thinking about her own time at the tree, much different than Warwick is assuming, marred by disappointment, self-loathing, fear, doubt, anger. Guilt--waves of guilt. She subconsciously shakes out her hand as if burned as she recalls trying to take the bright totem.

With sudden decisiveness, she reaches up to loose the toggle on the braided collar, the bell and rope falling loose, and she kisses Spokelse's neck where it had been resting with affection and acceptance. She's had years to come to grips with the nature of her Guardian, and she loves her for her alien, ghostly dignity; the way she holds herself aloof from the world, the way that only Petra knows what thoughts pass through her mind and what emotions play themselves out behind the stoicism of her expressions and posture. She is a book written in a beautiful secret language that Petra and Petra alone knows.

"It's good Wren likes to be in your show," she agrees. "I think Spokelse is good for being Spokelse." She holds the bell out towards Warwick, its brightly colored braids dangling from her hands. "Since I don't have any money to put in your hat."

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PostPosted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:53 am


Now Warwick hesitates -- mouth too full of apple and cheese, still stripped down to the undershirt that puts all those tattoos on display, even the handprints on his chest dark under a thin layer of fabric. He blinks at the bell, chews carefully, and replaces it with another generous slice of apple when he takes it out of her hands. Not that he's sure he'll be keeping it....

"You know..." He has to swallow to make the words clear, lick his lips, the bell sitting limp in the center of his hand. Wren leans in to nudge it with her nose, curious, and he thoughtlessly moves it out of her reach. "If you needed her t'wear bells and ribbons, I'm sure she would."
PostPosted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 9:35 am


She nods, totally sure that this is true. Spokelse leans her forehead into the girl's shoulder like a cat. "She would," she agrees. "And probably paint too. But I don't need her to. I was just--just being selfish." This is a large admission for a young girl and it is clearly startling to her to put it into words. "Anyway Wren would wear it pretty. Or you could wear it." At this she grins, gesturing at his neck. "Or you could just give it to a pretty lady next time you do a show. I saw a man with a trained dog do that, once, with a ribbon."

She offers her slice of apple to Spokelse, who takes it daintily, like a queen on procession bending for a flower offered by a child.

"What was your name, anyway?"

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PostPosted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 10:37 am


Warwick flicks the bell once, listening to the chime, his eyes flicking to Spokelse and back onto Petra -- and he smiles, listening to the sound of it laid over her question, bright and clear. His reaction isn't chagrin, or apology, instead a bright glimmer of amusement. He moves quickly, to tie the bell in around one of Wren's ears for now, and takes a quick step back.

He kicks the trunk under her, once -- dusty and dirty, if she looks down she'll see the name printed across it in once-bright paint. Now it's faded, but the letters stil tidily spell out 'WARWICK'. Whatever's beneath them has faded to incomprehensible.

"Leslie Warwick, but I prefer the family name." It comes with another little bow, the rest of the apple set down next to her.
PostPosted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 7:46 pm


"My name is Petra Turnbull," she says gravely, after observing the front of the trunk for a moment by shoving her legs to the side, leaning over, and nodding significantly. "But I go by Petra. It was very nice to meet you, Warwick." She rises to her feet, dusting off her skirts, and Spokelse turns to head back towards the cart after a final sniff at the other deer.

"I should get home before mum worries I've run off and joined the circus," she says solemnly. "Thank you for showing me your tricks. Don't get fat."

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PostPosted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 7:16 am


"Petra. Spokelse. Thank you for the bell -- an' the cheese." He keeps his tone as solemn as he can, but his expression is too bright behind it, his eyes wrinkling at that last. Finally he moves to snatch up discarded layers of clothing, to toss the easy ones on and the rest over the trunk.

Once she is gone, he will clean up and pack up and work his way a bit farther out of town to make camp. There is less chance young boys will be dared to do something stupid to his caravan, that way.
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