Bouncing through the greenwood [p]

Robin Aatte · 08-08-2011, 09:18 AM

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The little female watched the male with interest as he was looking after the horse. He explained what he was doing and she nodded her little patchwork head in response, it seemed horses needed a lot of looking after, the grey male had already done a lot since she had been here, it seemed horses needed a lot of work, of course they needed feeding, but the little princess had no idea that they might need washing as well, or all of this extra attention. She was also impressed with the horse, standing so patiently while she was being washed, the little fae hated being washed, her mother kept trying, but the patchwork girl was getting good at hiding and wriggling free whenever anything that might clean her came too close. That was part of the reason the litttle girl was always so mucky looking, she was a rough and tumble kind of player and was always covered in little patches of dust and mud, her mother often tried to clean them off of her, but Robin didn't like it, she was usually a very placid and well behaved pup, but she loathed being washed, it was probably the only thing the caused arguments within her family, she just hated being wet... Especially when it was going to get rid of the layer of dirt that was on her fur, she didn't see the problem with it herself, they were her little badges of honour, showing that she had defeated her brother in one of their games again, or that she had been exploring and found something terribly interesting. Her little mucky patches all told stories, showed where she had been and where she was going, luckily her mother often won the battle and managed to clean her, in fact the little fae was quite clean today, only her knees being dusty, but that was because she had fallen over so much on her journey here, she was still getting used to her bipedal form, the little patchwork girl was getting better at it, but she was still having a lot of slips and slides and tumbles, she was hoping that she'd learn not to fall over soon. But until she did she supposed she would just have to accept the extra muck on her pelt, and the stinging pain that was eminating from her knee, it was very sore after her tumble, she wondered how on earth such a tiny, superficial wound could cause so much pain, it was just noticible enough to be a constant nagging ache in her mind.

She had been watching the male for a few minutes when he suddenly threw down his rag and turned to her, the little fae stopped wagging her long tail, was he going to tell her off for being here? Had he tired of her and decided to shoo her away? She wasn't sure if she was allowed to be here on her own after all, her daddy had brought her here when he had come to get his horse, Drogon. The little patchwork girl liked the large brown horse, he was a bit patchworky like herself, changing from a light brown into a dark brown, he seemed very friendly as well, she hoped to have a horse of her own when she was a little bigger, so she and her father could ride around together, ridding the packlands of any baddies and upholding all that was good. But she did not know if she was allowed in the wooden building without any adult supervision, she was only young after all, but she was not here to cause any trouble, she was just making friends, particularly with the cream mare that she had been spending her time with. Her ears drooped slightly, what if the male threw her out? What if he shouted at her? What if he was indeed a baddie and she had been lured into his evil plot, he smelled like the pack though and slightly of horse, she doubted that the leaders would have let a baddie in knowingly, so perhaps he would not be a baddie after all. Though he still might shout at her, especially if she was not allowed to be here. She looked up at the large male, her lilac eyes filling with nervous energy, she didn't want to be told off, especially for something she didn't know she was not allowed to do, after all when she knew that she was not allowed to do it, like climbing the tree by the house, she expected a scolding, but now she hadn't realised that she had been in the wrong. The male spoke, saying that he didn't know who she was or what she wanted, well that was simple, she was Robin and she was exploring, that was her job after all, she had taken it upon herself to become the most renound explorer and adventurer there ever was. But of course this male did not know that, he hadn't met her before, he didn't know that she was especially skilled at exploring and had turned her skills to the stables for the day, perhaps tomorrow it would be the hotel, or one of the area that stood beside the sea, but for today she had decided upon the stables, if she told the truth she had half expected her daddy to be here, she could have shown him how much better at walking she was getting if he had been and he would have kissed her skinned knee better. But all she had found was this grumpy male, if the truth be told she liked him, he was a challenge, she liked making new friends and this male was going to be more difficult to win round, that was ok with her, she would get him to warm to her, she could practice her getting to know people skills.
”That's easy, I'm Robin, Robin Aatte, I came here because I am an explorer... a bold explorer and I thought it would be a good place to start an adventure, who are you?” The little lady explained, finishing by asking the male who he was politely, after all that was the way introductions worked, at least that was how she had been told.

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