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 Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 2:37 pm
"I practice whenever she is home. But I'm usually practicing while I eat and while I'm doing my reading and writing lessons. Just manners and things," Eowyn said, making a small face. She tilted her head to one side to absorb the old English speech. Really, it didn't sound that different to her. "It isn't that confusing. And fae is sort of like a faerie. Kayce used to be some sort of immortal being with strange powers, and she was reborn," she added as an afterthought.
She followed Peaseblossom along to the face-painting tent, comprehension finally coming when she saw the girl with the butterfly painted on her face. Ah ha. Now she understood. "Err... I don't know if that's a good idea."
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:30 pm
Peaseblossom looked at Eowyn then at the face painting, ".. yea I agree we shouldn't get face paintings. Oh, Thy sister seems... interesting, and why doesn't she like people? Did something happen to her bad? Is thou Hungry, if I may add as a side remark?" Peaseblossom didn't need to ask twice giving up on trying to talk "normal".
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:46 pm
The very thought of Kayce's personality being summed up as 'interesting' was odd. "Err... I'm not really sure why. She is just strange." 'Strange' was perhaps the understatement of the year. Kayce had serious problems. The mention of hunger halted her for a moment, and she looked thoughtful. "Hungry? No, not really. Are you?" she inquired.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 8:45 am
((dude that's weird it didn't post the one I sent at school o.0 weird anyways)
Peaseblossom shook her head, "No, I'm quite fine, but I know kids can become hungry fast. Not saying that thou is a child, but thou know what I am trying to express. Does thy feel angry, that we are robots? I am just wondering, I hope tis not rude." She got over to large feild that had some stands where peoplc could sit and watch the Jousting. Peaseblossom went up a few rows and sat down looking at Eowyn. There were some other people around them, getting the early to get good seats. A dude a few rows behind them was eating a big greasy turkey leg and was one of thsoe scarey DND obessive fans. He had on a sad attempt at a renaissance outfit, while talking on his cell phone really loudly about how he was going to beat his friend at a game of DND at their game night the upcoming week. The horses were tied up on a pole people petting them gently with some dressed up workers watching them.
(the turkey legs at the things are sooo nasty cause they are so greasy I think. I've always wanted one but they just look like a heart ache around a bone.) lol)
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 11:35 am
Eowyn was not in the least bit offended by being called a 'kid'. She was a kid, and there was no disputing that fact. She followed Peaseblossom up into the stands and sat beside her, looking thoughtful for a moment. After feeling that she had put her feelings into some sort of reasonable form, she spoke. "I'm not angry to be a robot. I mean, we feel and think and act just like everyone else. I think it is easier in some ways to be like us."
She thoughtfully ignored the loud man on the cell phone and began to stare down at the horses. They were gorgeous animals, and she felt a small pang of jealousy. Her mother had promised to allow her to have a horse when she got older, but it seemed so long to wait.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 6:01 pm
Peaseblossom looked around not really thinking, she felt this empty feeling inside when she read Romeo and Julliet like she'd never be able to experiece love like them, even if they did keel in the end. Finally seeing the horses after a few minutes, "I don't think it's better to be like a robot... would thou like to go see the horses? I almost forgot thou adored horses."
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 6:06 pm
Eowyn shrugged. "We don't have to deal with some things that non-robots have to. Like monthly things that girls usually do. But we can still think and feel, and we can love," she said, and this was good enough for her. She was alive as much as she wanted and needed to be, and this was fine. She was mildly surprised, albeit pleased, when Peaseblossom suggested going by the horses. "Would you mind looking at them?" she asked curiously, eager to see the creatures up close.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 6:24 pm
Peaseblossom burst out laughing getting up heading over to the horses," Ofcourse I won't mind. That was a wonderful reason to be happy to be a robot. I'll write that one down." She grinnd her thoughts eased for the mean time. They got over to the horses some little kids running off after there parents giving Eowyn enough room to get close and touch the horses if she like.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 7:08 pm
Eowyn smiled widely, practically skipping after Peaseblossom. She was quite grateful for that aspect of not being 'alive'. Having liquid flowing from a sensitive orifice for several days a month was... just gross. "I bet there are other good things too," she added, though none came to mind. Her eyes lit up as she got closer to the horses, and as soon as she was close enough to touch, she carefully reached out a hand to stroke the horse's shoulder, which was all that was within reach. "I love horses. Have you ever ridden one?" she inquired curiously.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 2:02 pm
Peaseblossom looked at the horse kind of curious, then looked shocked at Eowyn. I mean horses were nice animals and all, but like riding them whole different question, "Noo... I don't think I ever could either. You good at riding horses?" The workers watched the people petting the horses just to make sure no one flipped out or anything.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 3:06 pm
Eowyn nodded, surprised at the look of shock on Peaseblossom's face. "Yes, I'm fairly good at it. I'm not really big enough to ride on my own just yet, though. But once I am, I'm going to find a suitable mount and partner," she said, a dreamy look crossing her face for just an instant. She didn't daydream often, but when she did, the dream likely involved a beautiful, graceful horse. She came back to reality and gently patted the horse's shoulder. She loved these animals.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 8:47 am
Peaseblossom nodded looking the whole animal over, " I'd die if I tried to get on one. What does thou mean by suitable mount?" She looked at Eowyn confused at how there could be so much lingo to riding horses.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:48 am
"It really isn't that hard," Eowyn reassured Peaseblossom, smiling up at the older kybernetik. "It's just learning how to balance and be watchful of what the horse is doing and how they are feeling. You can usually tell by the way their ears moving," she added, gesturing slightly in the direction of the horse's ears.
She was surprised at the girl's question, but then again, a person not raised in or near the world of horses would not understand. "A mount is what you call an animal used for riding, usually horses or animals like horses. A suitable mount is one that is meant for the riding you intend to do. If you want to just go riding for fun, then an obedient horse that is big enough to carry you will be enough. If you want to do other kinds of training, you need horses with higher intelligence or more stamina."
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 1:38 pm
Yvette smiled petting the horses neck softly, "Horses have an intellagence range? I never knew that I just thought all horses were the same. Would you do that compition jumping stuff? I know people do that with horses sometimes."
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 2:44 pm
While mildly surprised at the question about horse intelligence, Eowyn nodded an affirmative. "Yes, some horses are much more intelligent than others, like some dogs are. They have to be that way so they can learn skills quickly, especially for some kinds of competition and work." She looked thoughtful, pondering over the idea of show-jumping. It was a tempting idea, one she had tossed around before. "I might like to do show-jumping. I have to grow up a little first, though," she added. Small children and large horses weren't a good combination for professional competition. Her mother had informed her of that before.
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