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 Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 5:21 pm
"Aye, that's the truth!" agrees Caroline. "Took me nye five years to learn to dance respectable, and I'm still learnin'!" The portly woman swishes her hips. The call to dance is almost irresistible.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 6:08 pm
The nodded solemnly showing she understood what was told to her. Her dark eyes glanced at Caroline as she spoke and the girl gave a soft giggle, "You are a wonderful dancer, Miss Caroline." The swan-girl said politely with another nod. While dancing and acrobatics looked like fun they were definitely not calling to her and thus she had not the urge to learn to do either of them properly.
Voltaire nodded a bit, "Have to learn such things at a young age." He agreed with Tamlin, "The same goes for many types of dance as well." The half-elf smiled at Caroline, "Are you feeling alright? It seems like you wish to do more than just stand."
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 7:34 pm
"Och, aye, I wish to dance," says Caroline. "But here seems not the place for showing off, mm? Besides, I havenae the music to dance to." She's baiting Voltaire. She knows he can make music. Her eyes twinkle.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 8:38 pm
"agreed, dancing is always the more fun with accompaniment both of the musical and partner kind" Tamlin spoke with a cheerful tone and slightly suggestive tone. " do you dance often in the caravan? I would love to join. I'm new to this group and havent learned the customs yet."
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 10:47 pm
Voltaire chuckled, "Ah, I am being outnumbered," he smiled and shrugged, "I unfortunately do not have my violin on me, though I suppose I could go get it..." the half-elf ventured thoughtfully.
Annjette looked amongst the adults for a moment before looking to Tamlin, "As often as we can, anyways. We like a joyful atmosphere no matter how much chaos is going around the caravan. Everyone tries to find something to be glad for." She quietly reached up and scritched the top of Q's head. The ermine quietly leaned into the finger enjoying the attention.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 1:45 pm
"Aye, little one," says Caroline to Annjette, "You're right about that." To Tamlin she adds, "The Meij does wonderful and terrible things, and our lives are often chaotic, but we try to keep smiling. You're more than welcome to dance and..." she pauses, searching for the right verb. "Acrobat? at the next fire we 'ave. Ye'll hear me afore ye see me," she says with a wink. It's true, too. Both women are short of stature and through some of the caravan's taller members it may be hard to see. But when performing, Caroline has a way of making her presence known through sound.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:05 pm
Tamlin laughs at the portly womans statement. "yes of course, we of short stature must have ways to announce our presence for sure. I would gladly join you at the next fire for some entertainment. now i dont suppose i could join you during your walk? my companion, while kind in offering me his house, seems to be rather noisy when asleep."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:33 pm
Zak opened his eyes. scratch that, eye. yes only one, he could swear he had two last time he checked he brought his hand to his face and sucked in his breath sharply when palm hit nose.
that was broken, again, the first time a cow had done it. he was not sure this time as to what had happened but he had a feeling no cows were involved.
Zak rolled over aggh, the sun is bright he squinted how long have I been here? he groaned a little at the sun and the blood everywhere and the pain which was also everywhere in addition to his currently non functional eye, i hope this is just a shiner he thought.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 11:09 pm
Caroline laughs at Tamlin's appropriate comment. "Of course ye may join us. We love the company." She hopes she speaks for Voltaire and Annjette, but they'd seemed to like the woman as well as she. She's rather curious about Tamlin's companion. She looks at the wagon she'd gestured to. Caroline had certainly never seen this moss-covered wagon before, but new people had turned up all over since the festivals at Tempranillo.
Rojiza, who had finally gotten Vanna to fall asleep, exits the wagon, carrying the sleeping fae-child on her hip. Walking smoothly so as not to wake her up, she looks for her mother. She nods when she sees her, standing with Voltaire and Annjette and a new woman that Rojiza had never seen before. She walks past them, nodding slightly to the group as she passes, and walks only just beyond the wagon circle. The ground near the Port is flat, and so a short distance away she's able to see a figure lying inert on the ground. Frowning, she goes closer to have a look. Drawing nearer, she's able to tell that it's a man, and that there's blood all around him. Worried for his health, she approaches him slowly, shifting Vanna's weight more comfortably on her hip.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 11:28 pm
a shadow blocked out the sun, it make clicking noises at him, it appeared to have a tail. "iam haluciunateimum" Zak Muttered burbling a little blood from a cut in his mouth, it leaned closer and he eye adjusted to the light.
it was a girl
carrying a baby
but there was something wrong with the picture, Zak could not quite pin his finger on it, he figured it would come to him, either that or take its clothes off but maybe that was dreams and not hallucinations. Zak was not sure on that point.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 11:34 pm
Rojiza smiles a little and shakes her head. No, he isn't hallucinating. She shifts Vanna again carefully, balancing her weight with one hand while offering the other to the injured man. She raises her mildly bushy eyebrows at the curly-haired youth, an invitation to receive help.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 11:44 pm
"hyou hazza tail, you donnae getah talk" he waved his hand feebly in the air, ouch that hurt, "izit okay iffin you could give me a handup, i am a not shureaboutah the blood alovah the place" he spat more blood as he talked, it felt like someone had kicked him in the cheek and his own teeth had cut deep. damn that hurts
"not like this usalaly" he cracked a grin then clasped his other hand over his bruised and cut cheek, damn that hurts.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 11:50 pm
Rojiza hauls him to his feet--she's surprisingly strong for being so small--and inspects him. He doesn't seem to be beat up too badly. His nose is obviously broken, and one of his eyes is swollen unpleasantly. Perhaps he'd broken a rib or two. Rojiza wonders what on earth had happened to the poor man. She shifts Vanna again and smiles cynically at his interesting leap of logic. She has a tail, yes. The limb in question twitches once. But that isn't the reason she doesn't get to talk. If only it were that simple. She jerks her head back toward the caravan, indicating that he should follow, and starts to walk that way.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 11:58 pm
"if hyou were a rabbit this hwouldmake sen-scene" said Zak stumbling to his feet and lurching towards the caravan "have you seen a cow, bout this big" he indicated with his hands for a moment before almost toppling "answers to a th' name a You Cow" hope she's okay, she was a good cow, thought Zak as he followed the hallucination figuring she might know where she was going, even if she was all in his head.
liable to take off her clothes' too, you never knew with hallucinations, or was that dreams?
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 12:05 am
Rojiza shakes her head. She hadn't seen a cow. Then again, many of the caravan had stayed in-wagon for the past few days. She pauses often for him to catch up. More than once she'd taken a step toward him, ready to catch him if he were to suddenly tumble. Finally they reach the caravan circle. Hopefully her mother would know what to do.
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